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"It really couldn't wait?" I asked with a frustrated tone. Of course it couldn't. This was Alexa I was talking about. With her, everything had to be decided and done in that very moment. Still, grabbing my arm aggressively and pulling me to the side was a bit too far. I had nearly fallen on a rather cute stranger.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Anyways, I think I have a solution to your little problem," she replied with one of her signature smirks. My eyebrow shot up in questioning.

"What little problem we talking about here?" I asked. It could have been anything. My dad's gambling problem, the feud between my sister and I, the fight between my friend Beth and I...

"Your little boy problem, silly!" she giggled.

"I don't have a boy problem!" I argued. Knowing this was heading for the worst, I began to turn away to no avail as she only grabbed my arm again, this time pressing and digging her nails absentmindedly into it.

"Uh... yeah, you do, Sheila. I think people are even starting to notice," she commented. I was still turned the other way, wondering if I should make a run for it or not.

"Notice what?" I asked, even though I kind of already knew that answer.

I was a junior in high school who still never had a boyfriend. I guess you could say I was awkward when it came to guys. Alexa released my arm as I slowly turned to face her. I began her arms were in an odd position, one arm tucked right under the other. Almost as if she was concealing something.

"You're not exactly the type of girl that guys are into. And it seems as if you don't find interest in guys either. I heard girls in the locker room talking, and they said it's because you're a lesbian," she explained. I was slightly taken back. Even though she was my best friend, her pointing this out to me hurt. A lot.

"You're... not a lesbian... are you?" she questioned. I got angry of the accusation.

"Of course, I'm not! I like guys! It's just... I don't know how to... talk to them," I declared. Alexa took this into consideration as her arms began to loosen from the grasp of the book. "Besides," I added, "How would that make a difference to you IF I was lesbian?"

Alexa tightened up. "It wouldn't," she answered, hesitating, "It's just I'm your best friend, who just happens to be a girl. I think I deserve to know."

Liar, I thought. Still, I let it be. There was two minutes left before class started, and mine was three minutes away. I began to walk away.

"Hey, well, whatever you wanted to tell me, tell me after class. I gotta get going. Bye," I said to her and tried to run to my next class.

I didn't even pay attention to math as all the possibilities of what Alexa wanted to tell me came popping into my head. And it had to do with boys. Even though that thought should have set an alarm off in my head, I was pretty optimistic.

Alexa had a lot of friends. A lot of guy friends. A lot of cute guy friends. Maybe she'd set me up on a date with one of them. It'd be awfully sweet of her... if only I knew how to make myself seem appealing. I'm sure she could help me out with that.

Alexa was very stylish and very attractive to guys. They practically all drooled over her. I'm sure she would be more than happy to at least make me somewhat appealing. Yet, just the thought of going on a date with a cute stranger excited me. Now, being attractive, too? I had a great feeling about this.

With these thoughts racing in my head, I nearly squealed in anticipation when the bell rang. I was the first one out, only to run into Alexa again, already waiting for me. Her arms were again wrapped oddly to her chest, hiding something.

"Sheila, I-"

"I accept!" I interrupted her. We had begun walking down towards the cafeteria in the commons. She was taken back by my outburst.

"You... do?" she said, loosening up her arms as she had done before. I nodded vigorously, getting another strange look from. I accidentally bumped into someone, but paid no attention to their snide remarks as I continued.

"Yes, I think it's a great idea!"

Alexa began to smile when she replied, "Are you sure we're talking about the same thing here, Sheila?" Once again, I nodded.

"Yep, it's a great little solution of yours to my problem. You're right, I'm not the kind of girl that guys are interested in. But with your help, I can be," I said encouragingly. Sheila blushed modestly and lifted one of her hands to scratch her ear.

"Wow, I didn't know you'd be so... acceptive of my idea," she said. I only smiled.

"It's great. Now when do we get started? And when do I get to meet him?" I questioned, slightly elbowing her with a suggestive look. She looked slightly confused.

"Um... now, I guess," she replied, and her arms opened. She had been holding a book, titled Boys 101: A Girl's Helpful Guide to Boys. Now it was my turn to be confused.

"Why will we be needing this?" I asked as she handed it to me.

"Well, I won't be needing it. It's for you. It gives you tips on how to talk to guys and such. I read it. There's some really good advice in there that might really help you out. I suggest you get to it. I expect a boyfriend in a week's time," she explained and winked at me. I was humiliated. A guide? She gave me a guide on how to get a boyfriend?

"Um... ok?" I stared at the cover of the book. An animated girl was glancing suggestively at an animated guy. The book all together seemed childish.

"You're welcome," Alexa piped up. I glanced at her.

"Yeah, thanks," I muttered and walked away before she could say anything. A guide to boys. How desperate did she think I was? I placed the book in my tote bag as I was walked to lunch.

It wasn't desperation that led me to actually opening the book. It was mainly boredom. And perhaps a little curiosity as well. The first few pages were blank. Afterwards came a copy of the title with the picture and the dedication.

"How wonderful," I mumbled under my breath. This lunch was going to be a fun one.

Boys. Most girls think they are so complex and difficult to understand. Yet, the truth remains that girls tend to over think things. Boys are not complicated; they are very simple-minded. To understand boys, we must drop our complex level of thinking and stoop to their level of thought. It is really not that hard to please a boy. It is in fact very simple, and we will teach you how!

I chuckled at the intro. Smiling to myself, I thought this won't be so bad after all.

If you are reading this, then you probably don't know how to "react" to the simple-minded creature called the boy. We have yet to teach you the basics.

In Chapter 1, you will be taught what you need to know about the boy. We will supply great terms to use to help you better understand the nature of the boy.

In Chapter 2, we will discuss how to select the perfect boy for a beginner like yourself. We will try to stay away from the "experienced" guy for the first boyfriend.

In Chapter 3, we will teach you how to approach said boy. Do's and don'ts will greatly influence your first impression!

In Chapter 4, we will teach you some pick-up lines and creative flirting. Bedazzle that wonderful boy toy with this catchy talk. With enough experience, he will surely ask you on a date.

In Chapter 5, we will discuss the proper behavior on the date. More do's and don'ts to come. Includes: the outfit, your look, your conversation topics, and perhaps a good-bye kiss? Read on to find out more!

"What do you have there?" a familiar voice asked. I turned around to find Jeremy from my history class staring down at my book. I closed it shut and turned away.

"Oh, n-nothing," I replied. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my bag lunch. I didn't see his shadow leave.

"Alright, hey, did you study for that test in history we have next period?" he said as he sat down next to me. Shoot, I had forgotten all about that stupid test. My original plan was to study during math, since I sat in the back. The teacher wouldn't have noticed. But I was so caught up in my thoughts, I had forgotten.

"Kind of," I lied. I took out my sandwich and took a bite into it. I felt weird with him sitting next to me. I glanced towards him to find him nodding.

"Cool, cool. So hey, do you think I could borrow a pencil? I just remembered we needed one for the scantron, and I don't have any."

I nodded timidly.

"Cool, thanks a lot, Sheila. See you in history," he said as he got up and left. Thank goodness. I opened my book to the first page of Chapter 1.

Chapter 1

One might describe boys as complicated, weird, maybe gross... but we already discussed they are not. The complicated part, we mean. In all honestly, a good definition of boys would be stupid. A good definition of stupid might be boys.

Not all boys though. Some boys are smarter than they really appear. These boys, though, tend to hook a girl in with his charm, but not keep her around for long. Yet, there's always another girl next in line.

To help you understand the types of boys there are, we have provided a list:

The sweet next-door boy- Don't be fooled by the name. In fact, these boys get the name from the fact they are sweet to every girl they meet. And not the good sweet. The sweet of pure desperation. These boys mean trouble. Break his heart, he'll mope for an hour, and move on to the next girl in line. Best option is to try, and find these boys out beforehand, and get away from them.

The flirt- Much like the "sweet next-door boy," these boys also are the kind of sweet that is too good to be true. The main difference is the fact that these do not get all the girls from desperation. They have got the charm to lure any girl in, and they know it, so watch out. They find it a sport. These guys tend to be constantly smirking, very popular with the girls, and incredibly good-looking.

The player- Very similar to both the "flirt" and the "sweet next-door boy." These boys like to hop around though. They put most of their focus on one or two girls at a time. They date that one girl, but once it's over, he looks for a new prey. Best to stay away from these.

The jerk- This one is easy to spot out. He is the one who is constantly picking on all the girls for their flaws. These guys will most likely not have a girlfriend in high school.

The shy guy- These guys are timid, quiet, yet sweet. It might be hard to break the barrier at first, but once done so, you get a pleasant surprise. Possibly a good option for a boyfriend.

The romantic- These guys are also very sweet, possibly to a few girls. Once he selects a relationship, he puts all his focus on to it. He is very clingy and constantly begging for your attention. He loves passionate moments between the two of you and is a strong believer of love. If you enjoy constant attention and are very passionate yourself, then this may be the type of guy for you.

The mystery- These guys are also shy, but might not have a barrier to break. Very little is known about these guys. If you like having a lot of space and distance, then maybe this is the one for you.

The "nerd"- These guys are called nerds not only because they tend to be intelligent, but also because they are somewhat socially awkward. Only time will tell if they make a good partner or not.

The genuine one- These guys only fall for one girl at a time and stay true to her. Loyal, sweet, and occasionally romantic... All around a fun guy, and a great boyfriend to any lucky girl.

Reading this list, I had decided that I could settle for a shy guy, a romantic, and maybe a mystery. If I could get lucky, I would love a genuine one, but I doubted that I would ever be able to get that. The bell rang for the end of fifth period, and I closed my book. I got up, grabbed my stuff, and went to history.

The first thing that occurred when I stepped in was the fact that Jeremy was just arriving. He gave me a light smile.

"Hey, Sheila. Got that pencil?" he asked. Once again, I nodded quietly. I went to my desk with him trailing after me. I got a pencil out of my bag and handed it to him. He carefully took it out of my hand.

"Thanks again. You're the best," he commented and walked back to his desk. I plopped down into my desk and stared at the book in my hands. I still wasn't fully finished with the first chapter, and before I could open the book again, my teacher walked in.

"Ok, class! In your seats! As you all know, we have a test! Pencils out, put all other stuff away!" he roared. I quickly stuffed the book into my bag and grabbed a pencil as he passed the scantrons out.

I finished my test early and handed it in. I got the book back out as well as my science book. I hid the small guide inside the science book and continued to read.

Even though there are many types of guys, guys tend to share similar qualities. Some examples are listed below:

Oblivious (adj.) - It is sometimes hard for guys to pick up hints that girls are into them, no matter how subtle you are. Which is why some might even have to go as far as asking the guy out on a date. Try to pick the guys that can take a hint. It might also help out in the future.

Weird (adj.) - All guys are different; all guys are unique. Some though have an extreme uniqueness to them. This is very controversial. Some girls love guys that are weird. Other girls hate it. It all depends on how you define it. It can be other than "normal." It can even be as simple as being louder than usual or merely hyper. It is up to you.

Stupidity (n.) - We do not mean that guys are stupid themselves. We mean the fact that guys enjoy doing things that we might find "stupid." Such as skateboarding on a rail or riding the streets on a shopping cart. You never know what you will get.

Now that you know the basics, it is time to move-

"Hey, here's your pencil back!" Jeremy said, placing the pencil on my desk. He was sitting now in the desk next to mine. I noticed now that everyone was finished and had moved to different seats.

"Oh, thanks," I replied, glancing back at my book.

"What'd you think of the test?" he asked. I shrugged in response, trying to concentrate on where I had left off. Jeremy still didn't seem to budge.

"What book are you reading? Same one from lunch?" he asked. I only stared at him and nodded. He gave me a cute smirk. I tried to return a pleasant smile. The bell rang. He walked to his desk to get his stuff. I closed both of my books and put them back in my bag. One more period, and I get to go home.

Alexa was waiting for me outside when I came out. Her smile was dimmer than before.

"So how's the book?" she asked. I shook my head and only laughed. She was startled by my laughter.

"What? It's bad?" she asked again. I shrugged.

"Eh. It's alright. I don't know how it'll get me a boyfriend though. I was actually hoping you would just hook me up with a friend of yours," I told her.

"They haven't done anything wrong though..." she commented. I stifled a gasp, but my mouth just hung open. She laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm kidding. But I don't think that would really work. You first got to know how to talk to boys, and that book is going to help you with that. After that, we'll see how it goes. Sound good?" she proclaimed. I could only nod. She gave me a sideways hug and walked off to her class. I walked off to mine.

I didn't get any time during science to read as we had a lab to do. The period ran by pretty fast, and before I knew it, I was home on my bed, already taking the book out of my bag. I had just finished the first chapter. Now on to the second.

Chapter 2

Selecting your boy toy is a very simple yet important step in the process of achieving a boyfriend. You already know the types of boys there are. It is time to pick! In the three lines listed below, write down three types of guys you would like to date.

I grabbed a pen from my bag and quickly scribbled in my three choices: the shy guy, the mystery, and the romantic. I thought I was out of league for the genuine one.

Now you must think of some qualities your guy absolutely must have. It can range from funny to goofy, from smart to childish. Write down your five top qualities a guy must have in the lines provided below.

I took the examples of funny, smart, and childish and also included sweet and loyal.

A very important part of selecting a boy is a connection. Similarities tend to spark a very good connection. Look for someone who has similar interests with you. If you like sports, try to find someone who is into sports, and so on... A relationship with a strong connection tends to last longer.

However, that does mean that someone who is different from you would not also make a great partner. It is exciting to meet someone different from you. You can experience brand new things and enjoy these brand new experiences. This may lead to a great spark.

Whether you are very close with opinions or completely opposite, remember that personality is key. Sure, someone might be very attractive, but if you go for him, your differences just might not work out. That does not mean stay away from the good-looking people. There are plenty of great, good-looking guys. Yet, remember: fall for the personality, and consider the looks as a bonus.

It was a short chapter, but it was very useful to me. I did not want to go further until I have found a guy as a target for me. I closed my book and put it on the floor beside me. I decided to eat and do my homework.

I saved the hunt for the next day. I had accidentally forgotten my book on the floor near my bed, so I decided to focus on just paying attention to the guys. I tried to focus on what they were into without getting distracted by their looks.

I actually got so into it, I practically ignored Alexa. She knew I wasn't paying attention, but kept talking anyways. I was too distracted by my mission.

The first five periods were in no means successful. I was beginning to lose hope. It was only in history that I noticed a guy in the corner of the class that never talked. His name was Vince. He was decent-looking, and the only thing I knew about him was that he loved skating. I enjoyed skating too. He was either the shy guy or a mystery, but that didn't matter.

"I guess that's my guy," I whispered to myself, standing in the doorway. I was slightly pushed forward.

"Oh, my bad," said Jeremy, but as he noticed it was me, he grinned.

"Oh, hey, Sheila. What's up?" he asked me, walking me to my desk. I shrugged. I didn't know what to say.

"Nothing, I guess. How about you?" I asked him in return. He seemed pleased that I did. He temporarily took a seat on the desk behind mine.

"Same here, I'd say. The only thing new is the Mixx concert on Friday," he replied. I was stunned.

"Mixx? I love Mixx!" I exclaimed, but suddenly regretted it. Jeremy seemed to enjoy my outburst and gave a gentle chuckle.

"Who doesn't? They're so awesome!" he said. I smiled.

"They are. My favorite song of theirs is Within the Abyss. I love the melody. And the lyrics aren't half bad either," I commented. Jeremy nodded and stood up.

"Mine too!" he yelled, and he put his backpack down on the desk. He pretended to strum the air and sang, "My love, you've fallen too far within the abyss... You left me all tears and in need of your kiss..." My eyebrow shot up in questioning.

"I think it's 'what murder have you done to get into this.'" I corrected him. Jeremy smirked and shrugged.

"I think my version is better, don't you agree?" he asked with a suggestive look. I laughed. The bell rang.

"Well, talk to you later, Sheila," Jeremy said to me smiling. I blushed.

History went by quickly. I glanced back every now and then to Vince. He did not notice me. Yet. I felt more confident about myself now. I knew I could do it, if I brought myself to it. Which was exactly what I was going to do.

Alexa was waiting outside of the classroom as usual. This time, though I did pay attention to her.

"So... got a boyfriend yet?" she asked me, elbowing my side and winking like she had done the other day. I shook my head and elbowed back.

"Nope... but I will soon," I said, making my intentions obvious. Alexa hooted.

"Whoa, that book has seriously gotten you some major confidence! That's great. I'm happy for you. What chapter are you at?" she asked me. We stopped at the intersection where we usually parted ways.

"I just finished the second chapter. Not too shabby," I told her. She looked impressed.

"Ooo," she commented, "The 'selecting a target' chapter. Marvelous. Have you selected your target yet?" Just then, Jeremy walked past us and smiled at me.

"Hey, Sheila," he said and walked away. Alexa's eyebrows were up.

"Um... was that him?" she asked. I laughed and shook my head.

"Nah, that's just Jeremy. We barely talk," I explained to her. She didn't seem to buy it as she began to walk backwards in her directions, her eyebrows still up.

"If you say so. But still... you are talking to a guy, Sheila. A rather cute guy. Impressive. Nice work," she said, and once again turned around and walked away. I shook my head at her and walked to my last class of the day.

Once I was home again, I quickly ran up the stairs to my bedroom and grabbed my book off the floor. It was time to learn how to approach Vince.

Chapter 3

First impressions are a pretty big deal. Once you begin approaching a few guys, you must remember that the first impression might not be what it seems. It might not even work with the first guy you talk to. Sometimes, they might just want to remain friends. Either way, you will still have a few new people in your life!

A great way to start a conversation is simply introducing yourself if you don't think he knows you! Perhaps share a way you know of him or have seen him. Here is what a great first conversation could be:

Jill: Hey, I'm Jill. I saw you play at the game yesterday. You were great!

Tom: Oh, thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

As you can see, Tom is impressed by Jill. He now knows her name, the fact that she enjoyed the game, and that she is interested in his skills. Tom will now most likely remember Jill, and future conversations will be easier to handle. Notice how the first conversation is clear and simple. Here is an example of a bad first conversation:

Jill: Hey, what's up?

Tom: Um, not much. You?

Jill: Well, I've been having a bad day. One reason is the fact that it's Monday. Another reason is I failed my test. And the fact that it's raining outside only makes it worse.

There are many things wrong with this approach. First of all, Tom does not even know who Jill is, thus making the conversation awkward. Jill should have never asked what was up with Tom if she hadn't even gotten to know him. Another mistake is that her explanation is far too long. Tom does not care that Jill hates Mondays or failed her test. In fact, he will think she is incompetent and dumb.

To get further conversations, keep it simple. Here's another simple yet great conversation shared by Jill and Tom after the first one:

Jill: Hey, dude, you were on fire last night with that great shot! You are going to send us to the championships!

Tom: Thanks! I hope so. It would be a great boost for the team and our coach.

Jill: I'm pretty sure you guys will do great at tonight's game. The championship is in the bag.

Tom: Haha, you're coming to see us again?

Jill: Of course. You guys rock out there.

Tom: Great, I'll see you there.

Tom now sees that Jill is really into the sport and is happy to have her support. Jill is keeping it simple and little by little, Tom is getting used to it. Here is a bad example of a second conversation:

Jill: Congratulations on the win. I thought you guys could have won with a better distance between the points though.

Tom: Well, we did our best.

Jill: You could have done better.

Insulting a person will never get you anywhere. Stay away from a mean attitude towards the guy. At first, try to remain constant with the topic you guys talk about. See if it develops. Here is another great example.

Jill: I knew you guys would win.

Tom: Aw, thanks. I was happy to see you come to the game.

Jill: I told you I would. And I really enjoyed it.

Tom: Hey, I have another game tomorrow night. I won't be playing because I sprained my wrist, but I'm going to watch. Want to come with me?

Here, Tom is asking for Jill to come to the game with him because he knows she likes the sport. If you consistently share similar interests, the connection will grow. It is important to keep your approach steady and to not rush the bonding. Obviously, the bond will not always grow this quickly as it did between Tom and Jill. It is important to stay persistent, but not too pushy.

I decided since the fourth chapter might possibly help me with the third, I continued to read on. Besides, it was a rather short chapter.

Chapter 4

Most guys love it when the girl makes the first move. And you can! Because it can be as simple as creative pick-up lines or a little flirting. Now what is flirting, to be exact?

Flirting (v.) - To court or act amorously without serious intentions; to play at love.

Flirting helps suggest to a guy that you might be interested in him. It may involve playful teasing, jokes about dating, or perhaps constantly poking fun.

Pick-up lines are a great example of flirting. It is a combination of playful teasing and jokes about dating. It can vary from childish to absolutely serious. Here are great examples of pick-up lines.

Smile if you want me.

Are you tired? Because you've been running in my mind.

I lost my phone number. Could I borrow yours?

Explaining you is like trying to explain water. Impossible.

You're like the lottery, and I think I just got lucky.

Try to refrain from using sexual pick-up lines. They may be funny, but it can be unappealing to the guy. Here are a few pick-up lines you should not use:

I put the STD in stud; all I need is 'u.'

Are your legs open for business?

If a guy were to say that to you, it'd probably be best to stay away from him. Some guys are after girls for only one purpose: sex. Unless you are close friends who have known each other for a while, it is unacceptable.

I smirked to myself and put the book in my bag for tomorrow. Smiling to myself, I yawned and decided to take a quick nap.

The next day at school I was anticipating history to talk to Vince. Of course, I paid very little attention to Alexa again. I heard her mention the book, but I only nodded, uninterested in her question. She let it go and stayed quiet after that.

History finally came around. I rushed into the classroom, but slowed my pace as I walked in. Vince was staring down into his notebook. I ran my hand through my hair as I walked towards him. I sat down in the desk in front of him.

"Hey, I'm Sheila. I heard you were a pretty good skater," I remarked. He was startled by my sudden approach. He didn't answer at first, still confused.

"Are you?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I guess," he answered quietly. I tried to smile.

"Cool, I like skating, too. It's fun," I added. He merely nodded and forced a small smile. I continued, "Yeah. Falling kind of sucks though. I wish the ice wasn't so hard." Vince looked at me like I was some kind of freak, yet smirked.

"Uh... I'm into skateboarding..." he said. I could feel the heat boiling in my face. It was quickly awkward, and I could feel I was going to say something stupid. Well... I already did.

"Oh. Oops. Haha, my bad. Still, skateboarding is fun," I said. He nodded again.

"Yeah. Do you skateboard?" he asked. I tensed up even more.

"Oh... uh, I have once, I fell. I mean, I hit a rock and... I-I mean... I'm just... bad. Yeah. Skateboarding isn't my thing," I said. I was doomed. He looked back at his notebook. The bell rang. Frustrated, I went to my desk and put my head down. I stayed like that for the rest of the period. The teacher didn't comment, thankfully.

I was relieved when the bell rang. I was going to kill Alexa. I raced out of the room to find that she wasn't there. I slowed down my pace and walked to science until I heard a now reassuring voice.

"Hey, Sheila!" Jeremy called out. I turned around and smiled at him.

"Hey, Jeremy," I said. He looked concerned.

"Everything alright? You looked pretty upset in there," he mentioned. I sighed and shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing," I said. I tried to smile reassuringly but his look was skeptic. He didn't seem to buy it. I decided to change the subject.

"So you excited for that Mixx concert Friday? Only two more days..." I playfully elbowed him. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely excited. Too bad there won't be any pretty girls like you there," he said, smirking. I blushed. That was the first time any guy ever called me pretty. I thought it was sweet. I shook my head.

"Oh, I'm sure there's plenty!" I said. He chuckled again. I bumped into another person and accidentally dropped my bag. My book, along with a few pencils and loose sheets of paper, fell out. Jeremy and I both bent down and began to pick up the items. He grasped the book and looked at the cover.

"What's this for?" he asked. Embarrassed, I grabbed the book from him.

"Nothing. It's just... to get over my... awkwardness," I explained. We both stood up in unison, staring at each other.

"What awkwardness? I think you're wonderful," he complimented me. I gazed down at the floor.

"Thanks. But I'm not. You don't know me. I'm usually so awkward when it comes to people, especially guys. Just not around you, for some reason. I'm really... relaxed when I'm around you," I explained. I hoped I wasn't pushing it. He grinned widely and tried to cover the blush on his face.

"I... have to go. See you tomorrow?" he asked. I nodded, smiling. My heart felt funny when he smiled back. What the heck was that? He left me in the middle of the hallway, and I sighed to myself.

I felt a sudden jerk on my arm. I turned around to find Alexa jumping in place with a wide grin plastered on her face.

"What was that all about?" she squealed with excitement. I shrugged.

"I don't know. How long have you been watching? And where were you after 6th?" I questioned her. She only rolled her eyes at me and placed a hand on her hip.

"I was late. But I saw everything! You two are so into each other!" she squealed again. I ignored her as I began walking to science.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Why not? Something happened that you're not telling me about?" she asked and stood in front of me, blocking my way. I groaned.

"You don't need to know," I said. I was getting tired of her. Tired of the insults, sick of her "advice," and annoyed with her constant nosiness. I walked past her and sped up. I didn't need her crap right now. She tried to keep up with me.

"Whoa, where did that come? What did I do?" I stopped.

"Alexa, first of all, I didn't need you questioning if I was a lesbian. Second of all, I didn't need you giving me that stupid book. A guide to boys? Are you kidding me? How stupid do you think I am? Since everyone loves you, why don't you find someone else to pick on?" I said. Alexa was baffled.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, "I wasn't picking on you. I just wanted to help."

"So you couldn't have helped me by letting it be? Or by just hooking me up with a guy? Or maybe by defending me when you heard those girls calling me a lesbian? But you didn't do any of those," I said. She remained quiet, and I took that time to walk away. She didn't follow me that time.

Science was a drag. I was relieved to get home. I didn't even think about the book. I took a nap.

Thursday morning, I did not see Alexa. It was for the best. I walked alone to my classes. I didn't need my own best friend calling me a lesbian.

In lunch, I saw Vince. I decided to finish what I started. I went to sit next to him. He was alone like me.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" I asked. He shook his head. I already was sitting. I took out my bag lunch.

"Sorry about yesterday," I said. He looked up from the book he was reading and towards me. He smiled.

"It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong," he said. I shook my head.

"I made an idiot of myself. I'm sure you enjoyed that, though," I said. He chuckled and shrugged.

"Hey, it's what you get for reading Boys 101." I stopped eating and stared at him, my mouth half open. I closed it as I realized I had food in it.

"How'd you know I...?" I began to ask.

"My sister has that book. I read it. Your attempted conversation was just like the one between Tom and Jill," he explained. I began to blush and changed the subject.

"So you like to read, huh?" I asked. Vince nodded. "Pretty much," he remarked, "But skateboarding and reading isn't a very good combination." I giggled. He went back to his book, and I to my sandwich.

After ten minutes, the bell rang. Vince and I walked to history together. He was actually a really nice guy. Once in history though, Vince and I separated. He went to his seat, and I went to Jeremy.

"Hey, Jeremy," I said, grinning. Jeremy looked up and smiled, too. He cleared his desk of his papers and tapped the desk. I sat on the desktop. We gazed at each other for a minute.

"So... what's up?" he said, breaking the silence, "you look troubled." I shrugged and hopped off his desk, facing the board.

"Nothing. Just a fight with a friend," I told him. I heard him get up and get closer to me. I felt his breath on my neck.

"Is there anyway I can help?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No. We're both stubborn people. But I think it's for the best. She wasn't really that great of a friend anyways," I said.

"I'm sure she wasn't that bad," he argued.

"She said I was a lesbian," I said. Well, she inferred it. Still, she believed that I was. Jeremy looked frightened. He scratched the back of his head and glanced at his shoes. I just put him in an awkward position.

"Are you?" he asked.

"No!" I yelled out, bewildered. He laughed and poked me. I tweaked, but had to laugh along. The bell rang. As I walked towards my desk, he grabbed my arm.

"Oh, see me after class, ok?"

I smiled. "Ok," I replied. The teacher came in, and the lesson began. Fun stuff. After fifty-four horrible anxious minutes passed, the bell finally rang. I had been curious of what he wanted to tell me.

We waited for everyone to leave. After a few moments, it was just the two of us and the teacher, who wasn't paying attention. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at me for another moment.

"I was wondering..." he began. My eyebrows shot up. Boys weren't all that stupid. He was wondering. That meant he was thinking.

"...if you weren't doing anything tomorrow..." he continued. He wasn't oblivious. He could take a hint.

"...that maybe... you'd want to..." he paused. He was sweet, sometimes romantic, and... genuine.

"...go to the Mixx concert with me?" he asked. And he just asked me out. Whoa... wait a minute. Back up there for a moment.

"What?" I asked, my words silmutaneous with my thoughts. He smirked and shrugged, asking again, "Do you?" I nodded and replied with, "Sure." I smiled as he pecked me on the cheek. We walked out together. Right before I did, I stopped momentarily and took out my book.

"You coming?" he asked. I threw the book out.

"Yeah," I replied. Right as we entered the hallway, Alexa ran into us.

"Sheila, please talk to me. I'm sorry. I really am," she hollered, not noticing Jeremy. He waved good-bye as he saw her and walked away.

"It's fine," I said. I smiled genuinely at her. Sheila embraced me in a bear hug and held her chest in relief.

"Thank god, because I've been dying to ask you... have you got a boyfriend yet?" she asked with a smirk. I smiled as I saw Jeremy turn around and glance at me.

"I think I might have."