I fell for a boy in my English class because of his crystal blue eyes and how polite he was.

I liked that he talked to me in class and ignored the fact that whenever I approached him in front of his friends his face was as red as a tomato.

I ignored how whenever I talked to the blue-eyed boy ALL his friends knew exactly what was said.

I stormed off,

the laughter ringing in my ears when his friend said," Oh Shit, It's her!" loud enough for me to hear.

The boy would whisper "Hi," with a guilty expression so that he wouldn't be seen talking to the "annoying girl," who so obviously loved him.

I turned into that weird girl who was always listening to music.

Once, I was hurrying to class and I looked up from the ground.

The "too-cool-to-talk-to-me" boy stood there on crutches, his foot in a cast and looking vulnerable.

He stared at me waiting for me to respond, just like a small child.

We were both 18 at the time.

"Are you okay?" I remember asking.

A look of relief flooded his pale cheeks as he answered, as if to say "You still care about me,"

He said he was fine and I shouldn't worry.

He asked how I was.

We both lied.