I walk into class felling lonely. I never really have any friends. I sat by the nice unpopular kids doing my work. Then we went to lunch. Then I seen him the one I liked, I really didn't know him so I just liked him by his looks. After launch, I went to p.e and sat on the bleachers
And I saw him again. As I looked at him he looked at me, with Hazel eyes, long curly brown hair, and he was mexican and black but did not look that mexican .I knew he liked me, it was just the way he looked at me. But of course I did not show any emotions, because he's the cool guy and I'm just a quite lame girl. I did not want him to know I like him.
