Oh. MY GOD.
I'll start at the beginning.
There is a boy in my fifth period anatomy class. His name is Chris. He's really cute [in my opinion] and he's really funny and sweet. He's a redneck, yes, but that kinda makes it even cuter to me. But the problem is: He's popular. Friends with all the pretty girls, he could get anyone he wanted. We're from two different social classes, two COMPLETELY different worlds.

He sits across from me in Anatomy, like, across the table. One day he kicked my foot, so I kicked his back. So we like, you know, just like, chilled there the rest of the period playin with each other's feet lol. Weird as that looks as I type it. But yeah, that was like, a week and a half ago and since then, every day, like, two minutes into class, I feel him kick my foot and put his feet on top of mine. I asked some guy friends and they said shit like that meant people liked you but they were too nervous to say anything. I was like 'pshaw whatever.'

But.

We started talking a lot more. I found his MySpace and we talk, y'know? I drew him a picture, he loves it, we're always makin' fun of eachother when people are around but we talk kinda deep when nobody else is there. And in anatomy, when he's like, playing under the table, it's had to look at him because I blush. But once I did glance up at him and caught him looking at me lmfao. He looked away so fast that it made me blush even more. I mean, whay was he lookin' at me when I was takin' notes? I mean. . .

So I accidentally got caught skipping lol, and I had ISS today. Yesterday I told the table I sit at in anatomy that I'd miss them today and theyshould all come visit me in ISS. Obviously, I was mainly talking to Chris. It ended with him pinky promising me he'd come see me in the ISS room even if he had to get wrote up to get in there lol. (He didn't actually get wrote up lol.) I was thinking he was bluffin' though and let it slide and kinda forgot about it because I thought 'Our anatomy teacher does NOT trust him lol, she'd never ask HIM to be the one to bring me my classwork.' But sure enough, guess who came into the ISS room today with a handful of anatomy work today. Chris did.

My mind is so confused, it's arguing with itself. It says 'He would have had to ask if he could bring me my work! He MADE AN EFFORT to come see YOU!' Then it says 'Yeah or Ms Snelly just picked him for some random reason.'

Also, yesterday after school, I was at my friend Jackie's car. She takes me home, so that's not weird lol. But she and Chris park in the same parking lot, so I see him after school, but we don't talk. It was really hot and stuff so I decided to take off my top shirt, bu I had a tank top on underneath. So I like, take it off and I'm fixing my hair and putting my jacket back on and Jackie's like 'OH MY GOD APRIL! He like, keeps looking OVER HERE! Look! There he goes again! Oh he swears!' And I'm like, 'Maybe there's one of his friends behind us or a nice car or something.' And we turn around and NOTHING is behind us. :d I blushed so hard. I mean like, we're a whole parking lot away from him, but he's like, breakin his neck to look over here! What!

And on MySpace yesterday I was messaging him and I said:
' All your friends are so pretty and popular.
XD Makes me feel bad.
But you're my friend still because I say so and there's nothing you can do about it. '
And he said:
'how poetic...and i am glad you have me in this vice called friendship'
Okay, so maybe what I said wasn't poetic at all, but what he said was like, DEEP. I had to look up what a vice was but. . lol a vice is something sinful, like an immoral, evil practice. I was like 'o.o Damn. Country boy's got some literary skills after all.' But I mean, I thought it was sweet. I dunno.

Today, after school, Jackie and I went to a gas station we usually don't go to because at our usual one, people have been getting on to the school kids for smoking, and Jackie wanted a cigarette lol. This one we went to is for that other social class I was talking about. The popular one. So I sit on the hood of her car, faced away from the clique, and I'm just talking to her. All the sudden she's like 'Oh my God there he is! April he's right there! Your country man!' and I'm like 'WHAT! What is he doing here!' But i don't turn around. He's gettin' gas and went to talk to his friends. I didn't go over there. It's like, people from our rung of the ladder don't talk to people from theirs. So I just sat on the car. Jackie kept tellin' me how much he was lookin' over at us and when everyone else left and she got done with her cigarette, we were gonna get in the car. I looked over before I opened my door and saw him looking at me, so I waved. He promptly put butterflies in my stomach by waving back and I got in. But right after that, when Jackie tried to open her door, her car alarm went off. L.M.F.A.O. Mood killer much? Yeah I bet I looked real cool. XD lmfaolmfao. I feel so dumb. But yeah.

And that's the thing that bothers me. I can't get the nerve to talk to him outside of class or outside of MySpace. Because I KNOW he has status. And I KNOW that if I went all the way over there to give him a hug and just left, those stupid preppy ass bitches would be all up on his ass like 'Who was that? How do you know her?' and I really don't feel like making that happen. And as much as he's always lookin' at me when we just happen to be in the same general area, I guess he feels the same but I have no clue.

The point is. . .
Please, SOMEONE, just tell me what could possibly be going through his head! I DON'T UNDERSTAND! What can I do to fix all this perfect? Aaaah!! >< I hate not being able to tell him. . Help me!!

Sorry if you actually read all this lol. . It's REALLY long, I know.

This shit reminds me of some Romeo and Juliet. Except hopefully we won't die in the end.