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I thought he was
cute, Just a crush, On some "hot" guy from gym class. Then I sat with His best friend In health. We started talking. We talked about this, And that, And then he asked me, Out of the blue, If I'd ever cut my self with a knife. What a weird question to ask Someone you barely know. But I answered him Truthfully, "Not intentionally." then he told me That he had, Once. My friend butted in, She couldn't believe it, Called him stupid, "Loser!" "I know," He said to me. "That's what my scar says." I sat there, Stunned, Horrified, And then we couldn't talk Anymore. We had to work. It's not that I like "Loser," Not exactly, I'm just curious. And I still can't figure out Why he told me, Of all people. I'm not pretty, Or preppy, Or cute, I'm just plain old me. Why would Mr. Popular and Cool Talk to me? I wish I could get to know The real him A little bit more. To mix me up even more, My friend tells me "You know he likes you, right?" A week ago, I would've been thrilled. The kid from gym class And me. But now, I have a feeling That "Loser" Likes me, too. If I'm wrong, Oh well, So what? But I have to say That someone complex and deep Attracts me Much more than someone "Cute" or "Hot" I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just have to Wait and see. I hate it. |
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