In my experience with guys, you don't get very far. That is if you are like me. Hello, I'm Hanna Feliner and this is my average, yet pathetic love life.
It all started two years ago. I was just starting my new private school and I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know anybody, and my mom forced me into this. I walked into the school wearing my new school uniform, which by the way, sucked, and I only barely knew one person whom I met at orientation. She was with the popular group so instead of socializing like the rest of the people there, I placed my headphones into my ears and tuned out. The bell rang and I headed to class, which wouldn't start until 10 minutes later, but like I said. No friends. After doodling in my journal for what felt like forever, people started piling in. The first girl who walked in looked no bigger than 5'2 and had all of her school books with her, including a notebook that seemed on the verge of exploding with notes.
"Must be the class nerd." I thought to myself. Without warning or even the simple word "Hello", she sat down right next to me. She opened her journal to the first clean page, pulled out a pen, and started writing down who knows what. I didn't bother asking why she say next to me, so I went back to drawing. Everyone else was piling in, filling each and every seat. The last person to come in was a guy, tall with tan skin. Immediately the girl, who sat next to me, who I soon figured out that her name was Emma, looked at the boy, with a not so secret glance. The boy sat at the other side of the class.
"That's Bryan, in case you were wondering. I'm Emma. I know your name is Hanna because Mckayla told me." I was caught off guard but went with it.
"So is he like, your, crush?" I replied.
"Whaaaaaaaaa..... Oh whatever... Yes, he is." She replied, not even trying to cover it up.
And so it began...
