I think entering middle school was a bit of a mistake. I meet this super nice popular guy, but the thing is I'm not popular. It has always been like that for me, liking guys that never like me back. But we had such an adorable history in 6th grade. Now we keep our distance. He probably notices me in the hall way, and when he looks at me I melt inside. Later after he breaks up with his girl, he notices who is the real nice person.