Summary

He doesn't know my name. He doesn't even know I exist. Well, kinda. He knows that I sit a seat away from him in our first period, but that's only because I help him out when he sells food to our fellow students in that class, and he doesn't really seem to notice that either. I don't know how to get his attention. I know that the fanciest clothes don't turn his head. I know that new hairstyles don't make him do a double take. I know that gorgeous makeup won't even make him bat his beautiful, icy blue eyes. How do I know all this? Because every sophomore girl in our class has tried. He doesn't even blink; he just makes jokes about it. The Homecoming dance is this weekend, but what junior is gonna take some sophomore girl he doesn't even know to a dance, let alone date her in general? How do I get him to like me? Hell...how do I get him to notice me? He doesn't even know my name... Based on true events that happened in a very short amount of time in my sophomore year of high school.


Prologue

He doesn't know my name.

He doesn't even know I exist.

Well, kinda.

He knows that I sit a seat away from him in our first period, but that's only because he sells food during that class to make money for his trip with the World Travelers' Club. Everytime someone on my side of the row wants to buy food, he asks me to pass his bag. I try to be funny and cute and joke about wanting a tip or a pay rise after all the "heavy lifting" I do with his sports bag, and it makes me seem more like a dork than anything else, but of course, I still do it in hopes of getting a slight ounce of his attention.

And, naturally, he doesn't really notice.

I don't know how to get his attention. I know that the fanciest clothes don't turn his head. I know that new hairstyles don't make him do a double take. I know that gorgeous makeup won't even make him bat his beautiful, icy blue eyes.

How do I know all this, you ask?

Because every sophomore girl in our class has tried. He doesn't even blink; he just makes jokes about it. He's nice enough to all us sophomores, but it's hard to miss the fact that he's a lot friendlier with all the other junior and senior girls in our class. And can you blame him? He's a junior, and he's gorgeous.

The Fall Homecoming Dance is coming up, and I, like every other girl in our class (well, the sophomore ones at least), want to be his date. But honestly, what junior is gonna take some sophomore girl he doesn't even know to a school dance, let alone date her in general?

Well, let me start out at the beginning. It all started…

Wait. Ugh. This is gonna take a while. I don't wanna bore you to death. I'll just go with the basics...

Lance Woodman walked into my (and every other sophomore girl's) life for the first time our freshman year. He comes into our beginning all-girl's choir class one day, and we all melt. He just smiles, talks to our choir teacher for a second, flashes us all a big grin, and walks back out. I know him as one of the guys that graduated from my middle school the year before I did. Most of the girls know him as the hottest guy they've seen since they started high school a mere two months ago.

Now, we're all in the advanced choir. Sophomores and up. And somehow, to the disappointment of every other sophomore girl scattered throughout the class, he ends up sitting next to me, later on moved one seat over. He, desperately needing money and lacking the time for a real job, illicitly sells candy our of his sports bag. Most teachers know this, but turn a blind eye. Most of the annoyingly ignorant sophomore girls in my section only buy candy from him in hopes of being his favorite customer, to which (unknown to most of the girls) he laughs at. Whenever his little fan club buys candy from him, he always asks me to pass his bag for him, or pass the merchandise in exchange for the cash. As I said before, I try to be cute and charming, but of course, he only seems to notice it as friendly conversation at most, if even that.

How do I get him to like me? Hell...how do I even get him to notice me? He doesn't even know my name...