Did you like him. No you didn't...okay probably. Did you want to? No you hadn't, but it happened. You regretted it with all your guts, you tried to avoid the moment in which you would look into his dark brown eyes and feel butterflies in your stomach....Eww. Wishing to yourself, you noticed you couldn't ignore the fact that you had feelings for that boy, that self centered, playboying jerk. Even his name bothered you, Mark.

He wasn't even that attractive 

He was extremely attractive

His hair was always messy

In a nice way, a really nice way

Worst of all, he was already taken....

You sighed heavily as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You're pretty, nerdy

yes, but still pretty!  You attempted to cheer yourself up as you pulled strands of

your hair back and smiled faintly. ______ you get a lot of confessions from people

right? No need to worry.... But of course you had to! You didn't like any of those

guys who ever asked you out. "Ugh!" you grunted throwing yourself onto your

bed and closing your eyes. Now you had to go to school and watch the burden

that has been following you for the past few weeks in every single one of your

classes. Why couldn't you just like somebody like Jr., a total sweetheart who has

been wanting to be your boyfriend for the past few years, but no you just had to

fall for the wrong guy. One that if you ever had the chance to go out with, which

would never happen, would break your heart into a billion pieces. You sat up,

contemplating whether to fake a sick day or just go to school and confront this

fear of your cheeks burning and your inability to stop smiling as if you just got a

face lift when seeing Mark. Remember _____ he has a girlfriend. You patted your

face to become more composed, but you were going so crazy that you were

even talking to yourself.

Finally making your way to school you put your hoodie on and covered your face. The col