In high school, I've seen a lot of boys but I really never talked to them because I knew what they wanted. A boy named Ryan liked me and I knew it. He was a really cute boy and he was the few students that actually cared about his life. He was in love with me and tried to talk to me a lot but I always turned him down. He was a nice guy and all but I never really gave him a chance. He would bother me everyday and beg for my attention. A lot of girls had crush on him and they would get jealous. To me, all of the girls in my school was either ugly or a hoe. Ryan was different, he was a sweet guy with a brain and common sense. My bestfriend liked him also but he didn't want her because of her reputation. Did he want me because I was fresh? Was he going to use me? Would he force me to be with him? I would never know because I didn't even bother to talk to him. The next day, I finally gave him my number. I knew he would call me that night as I sat in my bed. My phone rang I answered, "hello" I said
