Care

Emerson has only been at our school for, like, five minutes, and already someone's fallen for him. I mean, literally, fell down the stairs. Right in front of him. Embarrassing, right? And to make it worse: I'm the one who fell. Total faceplant.

On top of that, there's no way Emerson could like me back. Why? Because I'm pretty sure he only likes girls.

Oh, did I not mention? I'm a boy.