Fool

I know I shouldn't like you but I do.
My parents don't like you, my friends don't like you, heck, even I don't like you. But I'm still drawn to you.
Why is that?
Is it because I want attention, and you're willing to give it to me?
Is that selfish?
I don't know.
Is it because you're different? Because you've come from another country? Because you add an edge of danger to my life?
I'm only fifteen. I don't know the answers to these questions. I don't even know what I'm gonna wear tomorrow.
I do know that I'm making a bad decision every time I text you, or talk to you in class. But somehow, I can't find it in myself to care. As I said, I'm only fifteen, I'm just a sophomore in high school. And if this isn't the time to make mistakes, I don't know what is. I'm being foolish, I know. But I think I'm willing to be a fool, if it means I could be with you.