Crushes. There's a reason why it's called 'crush', because you always get crushed when you find out that they don't like you back. In my case, it happens on a daily basis, nothing new for me.
From where I come from, you'd had to of been used to it, barely any attractive guys fall for girls like me. They never fall for the personality, only the face and body. That is, until a 6ft something boy moved in opposite from my house. He was quite something, but there was only one problem: The Blonde Bombshell.
Her name was Veronica Prance, always got what she wanted when she wanted it. If I thought I'd have any chance with the boy, I was completely wrong. Everyone knew that she'd got dibs on the hot ones, new or old, either way, they were hers. She was determined to sleep with them all, something most of us girls never dreamt of doing. I mean, I wouldn't turn down the opportunity but, it wasn't the first thing on my mind when I saw him.
