As I walk true the school hallway, I search for the person that I have a crush on. His name is Cameron, he's one of the mid-popular people. He doesn't 'run' the school, but is very well known. And liked. His hair is shoulder length, he is 5'8. Not that tall, but taller than me, who is 5'2. I've had a crush on him since I was a freshmen. So, that means 2 years since I'm a sophomore now. He helped me once when I got dragged away by some bad guys on the road. I guess you can say, the girl fell for her savior? After that he became a friend of mine. We would talk sometimes, but not long enough to get close to each other. Which, I think, is mostly my fault. I get nervous around him.

I find him standing by his locker with his friends. The hallway isn't full, only a few people in their small groups. Good. Why you ask? I'm currently gathering all my courage to confess to him. To confess that I have a crush on him. After gathering as much courage I could get, which is not much, I walk over to him. The closer I get, the more nervous I become. "...that was so weird." One of his friend says. "Ah, hi Bailey." Cameron says, turning towards me. "Eh, hey..." I said, fidgeting. Great. "Could I talk to you?" He nodded and his friends went a little further away. "What is it you want to talk about?" He asked. "..Ummm..." He raised his eyebrow. "I like you." I told him. "What?" He asked. "I like you, like in um more than a friend." He chuckled. "Oh really? You like me? What is it you like about me?" he said in quite a loud voice. That caught the attention from people in the hallway. "Your kindness?" He laughed. So loud that it gathered more and more people. "You know that we barely talk, right?" I nodded. "Also, I don't even see you as a friend. Do you know that? Your a quiet and nerdy girl. I only hung around with you for your looks. I mean, you're quite pretty, you know." I looked at him with shock. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall, but failed. Miserably. So I looked at the ground to not show it. "Don't cry. This is only the truth." And some people laughed at that. I looked at him. I just noticed the anger that kept building up after every word he said. I slapped him, as hard as I could, on his face. "Asshole." I said and made my way true the crowd and ran to the bus stop. I waited for just 10 minutes and got home after a 15 minutes ride full of tears.

At home, I run up to my room and buried myself in my bed. I didn't even take of my shoes as I laid there, crying for and hour or two. I felt so numb afterwards. I got out off bed and cleaned myself up and changed into a blue short and a black tank-top. I stand in front of my mirror looking at myself. I barely take a good look at myself, I am always rushing in the morning or whatever the f the day. If I wear a little bit of make-up and style my dark chocolate brown hair, would my face look different. My body looks like an hourglass-figure without all the baggy clothing that I usually wear. I sigh and enter my bed and sleep.