I looked around the cafeteria. There were heart balloons, chocolate boxes, and teddy bears everywhere. Except for with me. I don't think anyone's gonna ever love me. I mean, what's to love? My shoulder length brown hair was wavy and ratty. My eyes were the color of crap and my skin was tan because of my ethnicity. Who would find that attractive? That's right. Nobody. On the other hand, lots of people could agree that Kellin Quinn was well, Damn. He had shoulder length black hair and glossy blue eyes that sparkled when the light hit them right. If couldn't tell anyone about my feelings toward Kellin, I hadn't come out yet. I was scared to. I didn't want to be judged or lose the few friends I have. For now, I would just have to keep it a secret. I sighed. I was day dreaming about Kellin walking over to me and telling me to follow him to some unknown place, where we would be alone together. I guess dreams really do come true because just that moment, I saw Kellin get up from his table and walk towards mine. Maybe he was just passing my table? Going to buy lunch? But no, he stopped at my table. He looked nervous about something, but I decided not to ask, half because it would make him even more nervous and half because I didn't know if I could build up the courage to say two simple words, what's wrong? I was ripped from my thought as Kellin began to speak.. " Hey, um, Vic! I, I was wondering if you, could you meet me after school at the um, court, yeah, uh court yard. Please. I um, need to,to talk to you." He studdered painfully. I could see him mentally cursing himself. I simply nodded. What could Kellin Quinn possibly want to talk to me about? Did I do something? We had only talked once before because of a group project but we didn't talk much. I didn't really worry about it too much. I was nervous, but so was Kellin so I didn't have to worry as much. Kellin gave me a quick nod before turning around and walking back to his table. I watched him all the way. He sat down and began to talk to the blonde girl next to him, her name was Jenna, I think. Was he talking about me? Good or bad things? What were we going to talk about after school in the court yard? A wave of nervousness crashed down on me. I began gnawing on my already too short finger nails out of habit. The bell for lunch to end sounded and I was off to class.
