It’s not like I wanted this to happen. All I wanted was to fit in and make some friends, not get involved with him. But I couldn’t help myself. It’s his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. At least that’s what I tell myself. Maybe I’ll believe it someday. Sometimes I like to sit and wonder about what could have been if he hadn’t of noticed me that first day. Would people want to be my friend? Would people like me? But he did. So they don’t.