We sit next to each other in class. Your eyes stare at mine, and then we both look away. We both know that in that class, we are two different human beings; two different social statuses. You are the popular guy, and I’m the plain girl next door. In movies that all works out…but in reality, does it really? I like you, and have never had the guts to tell you. You’re sweet, kind, and funny; and no one but me really knows that.
You give in to peer pressure to fit in. I get drunk texts from you every other night asking me out. Is this a joke? The next day you act like it never happens, so i play along….
I wish you didn’t drink. I wish you were the guy I truly know.