<p>Right. Here goes.</p>
<p>I'm top of my grade. And he comes nearly last every time.</p>
<p>I'm head of the debate team, vice student council president, favorite of teachers and you know, stuff like that. Hes soccer team captain and always gets into trouble.</p>
<p>I can't say I'm plain, but I'm definitely not the sort that turns heads in the streets. But I do cheerleading. And I've got some really good friends who care nothing for books and grades.
He's THE Mr. Popular. Cutest guy in our school, really funny. Girls love him.</p>
<p>Well, not surprisingly, I do too.</p>
<p>That was 2 years ago. I've never liked anyone for more than half a year. But I still think of him sometimes now.</p>
<p>It started just a small crush. I saw him among an ocean of people some day and he caught my eye, I asked who he was and suddenly he glanced at me. He was smiling. OMG. He' was just gorgeous.</p>
<p>I didn't approach him or anything, which would be soooo uncool. But if you remember, I'm the weird straight-A student who does cheerleading.</p>
<p>And of course, cheerleaders and soccer players basically know each other, but I never gathered the nerves to talk to him. He was way too popular. And oh yes. He's weird too. He never had a girlfriend...(But he's definitely straight!)</p>
<p>He had this best friend, a really nice and caring guy, who one day texted me told me I looked like someone he knew.(Later he confessed that this was a lame excuse for getting to know me). We started chatting about a lot of things and he was really really nice. But I didn't like him that way. And I never did.</p>
<p>This nice guy was HIS best friend. Damn, I suck, don't I. He asked me out one day and I said...yes. Although I did not like him...at all. I confess. I just wanted a lame excuse too.</p>
<p>So now me and Mr.Popular had a mutual friend, we hanged out and got to really know each other. He was funny and passionate and I started to really like him. We texted each other and sometimes talked about things like our futures and what we thought about life...He wasn't the simple jock. He had really deep thoughts and high ambitions. </p>
<p>Somehow he started to rely on me...telling me about his unhappy family, how he used to want to be a straight-A too but was lost in computer games, and how he trained from he was 5 and how hard soccer had been at first, how he used to be short and bullied but he's really tall now, how his wishes clashed with his parents...When I was stressed he encouraged me and showed me how lucky I was. He called me his idol which I thought sounded uncomfortable. He teased me and never failed to make me laugh. I was really head over toes at a certain stage.</p>
<p>But all this time that I "got to know" him, his best friend was my boyfriend. My boyfriend started suspecting but he was so good to me...He never mentioned a thing. Me and Mr. Popular would talk on and on and laugh while he remained silent. At my boyfriends birthday party Mr.Popular accidentally perhaps dropped some cream on me but I playfully smudged him with cream back. And a cake fight started. But I knew that I went a little too far this time. I thought it was best to end the relationship. I was well aware I was hurting my boyfriend. And I wanted to stop. I know, I suck.</p>
<p>But I never knew that my boyfriend really liked me. He meant it. He didnt want it to end even though it was obvious I had no feelings for him. Even when it was obvious the one I liked was his best pal.</p>
<p>Eventually though, he did let go. I heard he was real sad and he never had a girlfriend since.</p>
<p>Me and Mr. Popular were still close. But sometimes it would become embarrassing and people talked. So we became rather distant gradually. Were dont talk too much now, we say hi when passing in corridors and once or twice when something really bad happened, he would confide in me. But nothing more.</p>
<p>So this is the lamest confession youll perhaps ever see. But I feel guilty still, after all this time. And I guess, I still like him. A lot.</p>