Looking over his shoulder

My ex sits diagonal from me during homeroom. The desks aren't spaced out well, so he's approximately two feet away. I always love to watch what he's doing. Whether it's writing stuff in his notebook or reading his prayer requests. The best part is, most of the stuff is personal. So, as you can tell, I'm not in love with him anymore. He's more of an...entertainer to me. When I'm out of stuff to do, or when I see he's writing in his green composition book, I lean over slightly and read over his shoulder. He never notices.
Most of what he writes in his compo book is lyrics, as far as I can tell. Of course, they're not his. I could never imagine an insensible creature like him being poetic in any way, shape, or form. But he tends to go back to them and correct them from time to time. Maybe it's his way of memorizing songs. Who knows?
His prayer requests can be interesting at times. I don't want to list them right here. I'd feel that would be wrong. Even if his name is unknown, and he is completely oblivious to this blog.
For now, I'm just hoping we don't get a new seating arrangement. No one else would be interesting to watch.....no, everyone else is pretty readable. He's the one who displays no emotion (he does make the strangest facial expressions though....at least he tries). I wonder if he ever means half the things he says?