He's so dreamy. His hair, his eyes, his smile... I wish he was mine, but he doesn't even know who I am. I suppose you could say Lucas is your typical high school heartthrob - tall, handsome, perfect smile, dark effortlessly windswept hair, and the deepest green emerald eyes you've ever seen. Captain of the football team, the most popular boy in the school (naturally), and the best part is that he's not even a 'bad boy'! He's friendly and smart, but he's just a down to earth lad and that's the appeal to me and every other girl in the school. I used to know him, as a kid. Well, I didn't exactly know him, but I once got paint on him in nursery. Not that he'd remember that, but I've never forgotten that day. Even if we were 3...
I've never stopped liking Lucas Ross since then. And in those whole 13 years, I've never even spoken to him. Now that there are only a few months left until we leave high school, I've realised that this might be my last chance to get him to notice me.
I've always been too scared to make my move or even just to talk to him, but at this party tonight, I need to just go for it. And by go for it I mean sit there alone in the corner and hope that a miracle happens and he swoops over and starts talking to me. Here goes nothing...
