I had nothing in common with him. I had great grades in school. He couldn't have cared less. I was always nice, and looked on the bright side. He beat up the kids who were mean, and always made everything seem darker. I wore pink skirts and yellow blouses. He wore black jeans and leather jackets. We couldn't have been any more opposite... But the problem is... I wanted to be like him. I want to be on the edge, I want to wear dark dreary clothes, I want the courage to stand up to people who bullied me. Lets just say, I had a little crush on Spike.
But it was never going to happen. He would never like me... Ever!
Look at her! With her short, perfect, blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and straight A's. Look at how many friends she has, and how many admirers wanted to be her. She was every teacher's pet. She was the goody two shoes, of Pandora high. She was the nicest, most honest-to-goodness girl, in this cruddy dump. Alexadra Harding was a soft girl, which no one like me should like... but I do. I want to be like her. Smart, nice, and loved by everyone. I want to have alot of friends, and I want admirers.
I want you to notice me. Is that ever going to happen?
Two kids, want to be the opposite of what they are. They want to express their true feelings, but in high school, that can be taken pretty hard. If you are the bad boy, you shouldn't start to study, or come to class actually on time. If you are the good girl, you shouldn't ride motorcycles, or beat up bullying kids.
But what happens when that girl makes the mistake of kissing that boy.
