Second period English came and went. I stepped outside after class to see Mitchell leaning against the wall opposite the door. He was just staring at me with those pretty eyes. I hated it. I gave him that ‘What are you looking at?’ look and he took two steps towards me. I took a step back and ended up crushing by bag against the wall behind me. “Hey freak.” Mitchell said softly.

“What do you want, loser?” I asked him just a quietly.

“I want to ask you a question.”

“Alright, go ahead.”

“Um, do you like me?” That was NOT the question I was expecting from him.

“If you mean as a friend, I would have to say no. If you mean as more than a friend, I would have to say no. You tease me, taunt me, and hurt me. Why would I like you?”

“Um, I don’t know... I was going to ask you to homecoming, but that’s out of the question now...”

“Yeah, it is. If you want to ask someone else, I would suggest Nicole. She likes you.”

“Oh, alright. I’ll see you later freak.”

“Bye... Mitchell.”