He's beautiful.
He flirts with all the girls at school, shamelessly so. Except me. I'm invisible. He see right through me, and I don't know why. Who, you ask? Dark Mousy, who else?
He's hot.
All his shameless flirting typically ends with a slap to the face, and an agitated female walking the opposite direction. I'm the only who ever asks if he's okay. In response, he usually just pats my head and smiles, then walks off.
He's sexy.
No, he's DAMN sexy.
But , God, why does he have to KNOW it?!
