You know people say 'nothing is impossible?' Well I guess those people have never tried making themselves fall out of love with someone. I know how impossible it is, I've been trying for who knows how long but nothing seems to work! I've tried ignoring her, avoiding her, listening to all the bad things about her...nothing works. She's still the most amazingly, perfect person in the entire world, the entire universe, even! It'd take a miracle to make me not love her, and miracles are far and few between in Abigail Adams High School. As to whether that's a good thing or not, I'm not really sure, but it would make my life easier to not be in love with her, the one person who hates me more than anything else in the world, then I guess a miracle would be a good thing right about now.

"Hey, Rilies, how's it going?"

"Oh, hey, Farkle. Alright, I guess, you?"

"Things are great! I just got word from a performance school in California; they want me to audition for them, something about a production they're putting on in the summer. I can't believe it..." I tuned Farkle out as the school doors were flung open and the Queen made her entrance. Not the actual queen, you know, of England, no, I'm talking about our very own royals....if royals wore designer shoes, short skirts, and had long blonde hair, that is.

I watched as everyone stopped and the crowd parted for her. It was like she had some kind of magic power she was using to weave of spell on the study body of Abigail Adams High School, me included. The entire school seemed to me holding its breath as hundreds of pairs of eyes watched as the blonde Ice Queen made her usual dramatic entrance. You could say many things about Maya Hart, and believe me, people did, but you could never say she was boring.

"...But if I was wrong you would probably have yelled at me, but since you seem fascinated by her and the rest of the male sheep types in our school then my guess is that I'm not wrong."

"Huh? There aren't any sheep in our school, that's crazy talk, Farkle." Maya had just reached for her locker and flung it open. Guys filed past, eyes fixed on her as she pouted into the pink mirror on her locker door.

"Have you told her how you feel?" I managed to drag my eyes away from her to frown at Farkle.

"Told her how I feel about what?"

"The girl you've been staring at ever since she walked into school, the girl you can't keep your eyes off even now." Again I had to force myself to look at Farkle instead of watching her tussle her hair and straighten her already perfect clothes.

"You're imagining things. I'm just looking in her general direction." I might have been able to fool him if it hadn't been for the blush that had heated my cheeks.

"No, Rilies, you're looking at her. Don't think you can talk your way out of this one, I've seen the signs, and you pretty much drool whenever you see her!"

"I do not!" Of course I hadn't been drooling, but it didn't stop me from checking my reflection in the screen of my phone, just in case. I heard Farkle chuckle next to me.

"Give it up, I'm right and you know it. So why haven't you said anything to her?" He leant against the locker, watching me watching her.

"What can I say? She's beautiful, popular, every guy in school wants her, and oh yeah, she hates me!" I shook my head and shut my eyes to the sight of her leaning against her now closed locker, phone in hand, hair falling over her face, biting her lip as her fingers flew over the buttons.

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that. Sorry, Rilies." He patted my arm gently, making me smile at the difference between him and his other best friend. "But you know, people can change. They might even surprise you sometimes. So do me a favor and don't give up on her too." I opened my eyes just in time to meet Maya's as she looked over at Farkle. For a second she held my gaze and I felt my heart jump as something changed in her beautiful, blue eyes but then it was gone and the Ice Queen was back and heading our way.

The flash, that little spark of hope was all I needed to make me agree wholeheartedly and promise Farkle I wouldn't give up on her too.

"Wait...'Too?' Farkle, what do you mean 'too?' What are you talking—"

"Farkle!" Maya was on us before I could make Farkle explain. "What are you doing over here? We have things to do, places to go, people to see, so, come on!" And with that, she turned on her heels and was away down the corridor, hips swaying and hair swinging, without even a glance in my direction.

"Sorry, Rilies. Later, okay?" He shot an apologetic look and headed after his friend, leaving me to make my own way to class.

First period wasn't too bad, I got to spend most of it staring at the back of her head, watching her flick her hair, hearing her laugh at the multitude of boys flirted with her. Farkle caught me staring and grinned, causing me to blush furiously.

I looked down at my notebook, deciding to concentrate on whatever it was I was supposed to be concentrating on, so as to avoid any more knowing smiles from Farkle. But it didn't help as I'd been unconsciously drawing hearts and doodling her initials all over the open pages.

"Crap."

"Trouble in paradise?" I flashed Smackle a smile but just shook my head, preferring not to have anyone else finding out about my 'little crush.' "He still likes you, you know, why don't you ask him to a movie with me and Zay this weekend?" Smackle was kind, but she was brilliant at misreading things.

"Izzy, we've talked about this! It ended between me and Lucas for a reason, so please, stop trying to get us back together."

She just shrugged. "Alright, suit yourself; I was only trying to help."

"I know you were, and I appreciate it, but not everything is about Lucas. In fact, for me, nothing is about Lucas, so please, just drop it."

"Consider it dropped." She was silent for a moment but then turned back to look at me, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "How about instead, you me, a ton of ice cream and White Chicks, this Saturday?"

I thought for a moment, I could use some good old 'best friend time.' Plus, White Chicks was guaranteed to cheer me up even on the gloomiest of days. "Okay, you're on!" Smackle grinned and leaned across to hug me.

"We are going to have so much fun!" She started gushing and doing scarily good impressions of the two guys in the film. Smackle could be the queen of getting the wrong end of the stick, but she really did know how to cheer me up!

Midway through Smackle's 'routine,' Maya whipped away. "I know it's hard for you two losers to be around regular people, but could you for once try and act normal!" Smackle and I exchanged an eye roll, but either of us could say something, Maya was back for me. "Keep it down; I can't hear all the compliments I'm getting on my new shoes! And if you must be weirdos at least get it right, Shawn Wayans is Brittney Wilson and Marlon is Tiffany, not the other way around! Honestly!" And with that she turned away again and picked up the conversation right where she'd left off.

"Wow. Now there's something I never expected. Maya Hart, a White Chicks fan!" Smackle was right; I'd never have Maya down for that kind of movie. Smackle was right; I'd never have Maya down as a fan of that kind of movie. I guess there really was more to her than met the eye, a theory that was backed up by a wink from Farkle.