I liked him. That much I knew. The rest? I'm not so sure. He was nice and kind and funny. Everything a girl wanted except looks and smarts. But he was smart in a way. Street smart. And for some odd reason, I liked him. I'm the nerd of the school. Not even a cute nerd unless I straitened my hair. I rarely do that. I don't even wear makeup or perfume. But I have been a lot these days. I'm doing anything to impress him. Now, the thing I'm mostly known for is my writing. I write books and songs and anything else you an think of. It's how I express myself. It's just who I am. So I wrote a song for the guy I liked. I asked my best friend to give it to him. She bailed on me and asked my other friend to give it to him. She did and the guy showed it to everyone of his friends. They kept asking people who wrote it. Me? I didn't say anything. I made up a code name for myself: That One Girl. I thought no one would be able to figure it out. But they know me as someone who writes songs. I should have thought of that before I even wrote it. They finally came to me and I said nothing. My friend who gave it to him was sitting across from me. She said I was lucky because she was covering for me. The next couple of days, I wrote two more notes and asked her to give them to him. She did just as I asked. And I was grateful. We talked a lot about it and she asked me to help her write a note to a guy she liked. I told her I would tomorrow because I was eating lunch upstairs. When I got to English after lunch, someone came up to me. They said that they knew I wrote the notes and that my friend told them everything. I was so upset that I couldn't even speak. I tried to deny it but only a growl came out. This was two weeks ago. I don't talk to my old friend. She means nothing to me now. She asked me if I was still upset about the whole thing and I told her I was. She didn't seem to get why though. They guy started staring at me more. And I blushed every time I walked by him. People now make jokes about me. They keep pointing things out that I liked about the guy when I was in the room. The sad thing? I keep writing songs about him. Even worse? This story is all true. A Song For You: How your purple Nikes are never tied How you protect your friends with a little lie How you act all tough but stop When teachers say enough How you smile with your perfect teeth How you nod your head to keep a beat I want to tell you how I feel This crush this thing it's all unreal But to help get me through I'm going to write a song for you Me: Emma BFF: Katrina Ex BFF: Courtney Crush: Trevor People making fun of me: Lauren, Morgan, Kendal and a few others. I hope you guys are reading this. Especially you, Trevor. I wanted to tell you but I didn't want to embarrass you even more.
(Ok I have a few things to say the first is that if you like someone tell them don't be scared like I was I missed my chance because of it don't make the same mistake as me the second very well written bravo ~the dark critic~)
(Trust me being a guy he may like you and just be too embarrassed to tell you you must take a chance)