Patricia

What's wrong with me? When he's around my hands get clammy. My heart pounds. I get butterflies. When he touches me my heart skips a beat, and my stomach drops.

Joy says I've got it bad. I guess she's right being the boy expert and all (though she's not doing to well in that department at the moment), but I told myself I'd never get like this over a guy. I mean, what's so special about him anyway? Sure his eyes are the perfect shade of blue, his body perfectly sculpted with muscles, his hair messily- but adorably- tasseled, his smile melts my….

Patricia stop! You can't do this to yourself! You know boys are annoying sleaze balls with rude and obnoxious manners. You'll just get yourself hurt.

But when I'm around him I can't help but smile. We have so much in common. I feel like he understands me. I've always been independent Patricia Williamson. Never needing a boy in her life. Always standing on her own two feet. But now I crave detention, when it's just us.

What's happening to me? Joy says it's a little thing called Love.

Eddie

This is so weird.

Isn't it? In America girls were just an item- something to show off. You say the right things and there, you have a perfect piece of arm candy. But her, she's different. I've never thought of a girl as beautiful. Hot or cute, yeah, but never beautiful. She is though.

I've tried to tell her how I feel, but its always a pause and then wait for it… an insult. I'm always a sleaze ball, to cocky, to annoying, my breathe stinks. My force-field's down, but hers isn't.

The thing is, I know how she feels. I was walking by the student lounge when I heard her say my name. She was telling her friend how much she liked me, how she thought I was cute. But she's never been like this over anyone, so it just comes out as an insult.

So how do I get her force-field down? Flirting doesn't work with her. She's not like any other girl I've ever met.