I walked into my 7th hour class, it was my first day of sophomore year and there he was. He had black fluffy hair, he was wearing glasses that fit his face perfectly, he had blue eyes that were clearly noticeable, and he had a sense of style that made all the girls fall head over heels. Except for me. I hated him. Or maybe I said I hated him because he was always lurking in my dreams, smirking and I knew I could never have him. Maybe I said I hated him because he would sleep with any girl who merely smiled at him. Or maybe I simply hated him, my brain can't even fathom it.
