"Andy? Earth to Andy.." My best friend Matt waved his hand in front of my face.

I jumped slightly, turning back to him. "Huh. What?"

"You're such a creep, I hope you know that."

I narrowed my eyes, "I am not a creep."

"Don't kid yourself." He chuckled, pushing his sandy brown hair out of his eyes, "What do you see in him anyway?"

"Who?" I said innocently.

He raised his eyebrows, "The guy you've been staring at the past fifteen minutes when you should've been listening to me. You know, Josh Ra-"

"Shh!" I said, leaning in and glancing at the people sitting at the surrounding cafeteria tables, "Don't say it so loud!"

Matt smirked, "Then tell me what you see in him. It's not like you've ever spoken to him, anyway."

I ignored his question and began examining the tips of my dark brown hair for split ends.

"Andrea, come on. We're best friends, you're supposed to tell me these things."

I sighed. It was true. He was my best friend. Actually, more or less my only friend. Ever since we were in the fifth grade, when I first moved here to Vancouver, he was the only one that was comfortable enough to have me around - bruises and all. And yes, I did go through a phase when I had a small crush on him. But could you blame me? With his wavy brown hair, glowing hazel eyes and boyish good looks, Matt Webb had most of the girls in our school wrapped around his fingers - and still does. All the girls were put off by the fact that he spends all his time with me. They didn't understand why someone as beautiful as him would hang around with someone as average as me. I was nothing special with my plain brown eyes, wavy brown hair and pale skin. Eventually, I got over my crush and thats when we became best friends; we hung out every day, told eachother everything and helped one another out when we needed it.

Matt was giving me his 'puppy dog eyes' over our trays of food.

I sighed again, "I don't know why you wanna know so bad."

"It helps me understand the female mind better."

"So its easier to get into their pants?"

"I'm offended you would say that," he said, not sounding offended at all, "It's not my fault I'm a teenaged boy."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you wanna know or not?"

He nodded and grinned.

"Well, I don't know really. I guess it's the fact that he's so... different from guys like you-"

"Guys like me?" He interrupted, "Whats wrong with guys like me?"

"Nothing except for the fact that you only care about who has the nicest ass."

"And you think he doesn't care about those things?"

"Matt, stop interrupting or I won't tell you." I warned.

"Sorry. Shutting up now. Continue." He said, trying to look serious.

"It's not that he's not like you. It's just that he seems so serious and... I don't know, almost brooding. Plus, he's the only one in the school with black and blue hair."

"Ah, so you like the rebel type. The bad boys."

I laughed, "If having blue hair makes you a bad boy, then yes. I do."

He laughed too and checked his watch. "Oh man, I'm late for our first choir practice."

"You definitely sound like a man when you say that."

Ha glared at me playfully, "I was going to invite you to come watch, but after that bit of attitude, I don't think so anymore."

I scoffed, "And why would I want to come watch?"

He stood, gathering his tray. "I don't know. Probably because the one who holds your hearts desire is going to be there."

He smirked before turning to walk away. I bit my lip and glanced at the table Josh was sitting at earlier with his senior friends. Sure enough, he was gone. I sighed before gathering my tray, throwing out the garbage and jogging after Matt.