Admit you have feeling for me

The loud shrill bell of the alarm clock rang through my subconscious.I groaned and threw my hand out to punch the off button.I pulled back the covers, and set my feet on the ground.I stood and let out another groan when my bones cracked. Then,I remembered. Today was the first day of school and most importantly first day of senior year.

After I got dressed and finished my morning routin.I stood front of the school ,where I always wait for my friends Jenny and Emily.While I was waiting for them,I saw Drew coming over to me, I tried to hide behind the tree.But it was too late he already saw .

"Hey Lily,What are you doing all alone? Did your friend finally dump you ? Aww, don't worry you can always go home and cut yourself like those emo kid or better commit a suicide." Drew said before leaving with his group behind him.

I've hated Drew for most of my life. In fact, as long as I'd known him, I'd hated him. I couldn't tie that hatred to any one incident - it had accumulated over time. Third grade when he had called my art project funny looking; sixth grade when he told me that Kyan, the guy I had a crush on at the time, was waiting for me at the drinking fountains - and he really wasn't; eighth grade when he told me I'd die a lonely old lady with no one but my cats to keep me company; even last year when he told me that I'd never find a date to prom. If all this wasn't enough to hate him already, without fail every year, I had some class with him. I thought as soon as we got out of elementary school I'd never see him again.

Well, I just wasn't that lucky.

My first day of school my senior year, I hoped and begged the powers that be to grant me the mercy of not having to see him this year.

All my pleading was in vain, I found, as I stepped into my first class of the day: Literature. There he was, sitting in the front row, reading what appeared to be a novel.

As the door slowly closed behind me, I couldn't help but silently curse the skies above as I meandered through the rows of desks until I found one situated far enough away from Drew , that I wouldn't have to see him if I didn't want to. And believe me - I didn't want to.

As the students filled into the room, I reached down into my backpack and took out my binder. On the front of it were pictures of me and my best friends Emily andJenny. They were posed around a giant plaster wale that we'd found when we went to Sea World last year. It was too good of a photo opportunity to pass up. That picture was right next to the one of us trying and failing to inner-tube behind my family's boat last summer at the lake.

Also on the binder were pictures of Mark Nichols: the man I hoped to one day get the courage to ask out. He was so different fromDrew it wasn't even funny! He had sun bleached blonde hair with a tan that was to die for - Drew's pasty complexion and mousy brown hair were dull in comparison! He was the star of the swim team and one of the most popular guys in the school... And he didn't know I existed... Always the story, isn't it?

I sat, staring at my binder, thinking of ways to approach Mark and talk to him. I didn't even notice that someone had taken the seat next to me.

"You know, you're never going toget him just staring at his picture," said a voice from beside me. Startled, I flipped over my binder so the pictures were covered, and glared with surprise in the direction the voice had come from.

There sitting next to me, was none other than Drew Erickson himself. He sat, his hand propping his chin up as he looked at me with a lazy smirk on his face.

God, I hated that look. There were very few things in the world more insulting to me than that look.

"Can I help you?" I asked, glaring at him. There was precious little I wanted to talk to him about and even less on the specific subject of Mark Nichols.

"I'm just saying that you're not going to get anywhere with him by staring at his picture," he said, yawning, his chin still resting on his hand.

"Who said anything about going anywhere with anyone?" I said, looking away from him. I sure hoped he didn't see the shade of beet-red my cheeks were undoubtedly turning. 'Why?!' I nearly screamed to the heavens, 'Why did he have to be here?!'

"Well - why else would you have his picture on your binder? Unless, of course, you're already going out with Marky-boy," he said, his eyebrows raised.

"N-no," I stammered. "And I'd rather not talk about this with you, if you don't mind." I stuffed my binder back into my backpack. That plastic monstrosity was not going to embarrass me further today.

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine," he said, waving his hand. He turned in his chair to face the front of the class room. "But, you know," he said, still looking forward. "I do have connections."

I didn't want to be intrigued by his slimy claim - but I was. I was terribly desperate - hopelessly attracted to Mark through I knew I'd never have a chance in hell with him.I don't need help from anyone and specially Drew. It's probably another one of his trick.

At lunch I was sitting with my friends Emily and Jenny, and about our first day of senior year. When Mark came over at our table.

"Hi ladies. "Mark said smiling at me ." I heard that you have crush on me ,Lily. I only date cheerleaders and you are exact opposite of the girls I go out with so sorry.Maybe you could get a surgery to fix your face and body ." He said that and left the table.He went stright to Where all the "popular poeple" seat and started hi five Drew, who now had a big satisfying grin on his face.

This is what happen, when the devil finds out your deepest secret.I am tired of this torture.Is payback time.