What happens when socializing becomes a sin and Emma overthinks everything

I basically spent the entirety of guard class today talking to Taylor (couldn't decide whether to actually use him name or not, but decided to since nobody reads this anyway) who was skipping Jazz band. We talked about band and the different states we came from and he found out I'm not a sophomore and I found out how he thinks this one girl is a little demon covered in a human skin suit and he gave me advice on the ACT and told me that I simply must see How I Met Your Mother and so on and so forth. It was just simply grand.

Except for the fact that I felt a bit anxious about our friendship (as I have all week since I've seen him and had good to great conversations with him at least once every single day). In English, the student teacher is making us do this weird journal project, so today I wrote about what a pleasant time we had and how I was worried that some of the girls would freak out since he's dating a captain and since we were being so friendly and since I certainly got put off by watching Micaiah and Stupid Jessica sitting up front chatting it up while I was working and so if no one else got mad then Sabrina might at least be annoyed or something. I ended up just trying to tell myself that it was perfectly acceptable and nothing to worry about since I certainly don't like him that way and since he is quite obviously enamoured with his dear Sabrina, as he seems to call her.

But sure enough, after school, a dumb girl entered my conversation as I was telling Sam how Taylor found out I'm a junior. This dumb girl jumped in and pretended to be shocked at such a fact and we laughed since she just found out recently and it was embarrassing for her and really funny. Then she was like "I saw you guys talking. You were talking for the whole entire period" in this kind of weird voice and I was like "yeah... we were." and she's like "I bet it was fun" while kind of glancing down at me condescendingly so I sat up and said "yes, it was indeed" politely but firmly, praying she wasn't gonna give crap, to which she said "it certainly looked like it was" as if I were practically climbing on his lap and he was all over me (ew gosh that's a horrible mental picture ew ew ew ew ew I can't think about that).

I mean, seriously? What the heck did I do? I was talking to my friend for maybe 45 minutes. Who cares if he's a boy or a senior or dating the captain? We were freaking talking right in front of the entire Open Guard and all their staff including Tiff and some of the A Guard girls. I mean, seriously? We weren't flirting and I sat hugging my knees for the majority of the time since my shirt was kind of tight and didn't want to appear promiscuous (partly because I didn't want other girls to think that I was being as such and the other partly because I figured Taylor didn't want to look at chest and that I didn't want him to if the thought happened to cross his mind). The only thing that came remotely close to flirting was when he said "if I guy ever tells you that you're pretty, don't tell him to shut up." That was it. That was all freaking it.