I look at you a lot. Probably more than is mentally healthy. But seriously, it is your fault. You were always the the geeky boy in class. I’ve known you since kindergarten, you’ve been in all my classes. You were the one no one considered. You wore glasses. But last summer, you ditched the glasses, and i don’t know what else you did, but suddenly, you’re hot. Granted, you do have pimples, but you’re hot. You have gorgeous hair, even better eyes. You make me want to die, because you’re perfect looking, and I’m not. You’re fragile like an angel, and I can’t decide whether you’re heavenly looking or evilly sexy. But you hurt me so badly. You have no idea what it took to pick myself up and walk away. And I’ll admit that I still look at you, but I will never, ever talk you again. I won’t subject myself to that. I may be depressed at times, and I may love vampires, but I’m in no way sadistic. I won’t hurt myself again, though I’d love dearly to hurt you. But those eyes…those gorgeous green eyes…