1. The girl next door
She wasn't like the rest of them. Yes to others she was the stereotypical popular girl, in fact, she was the queen of Sharwoods High and that's all anyone would see. She made sure of that. But I knew she was different. It's not like we were friends, actually, we've never even spoken. She probably didn't even know who I was. I wasn't some weird stalker or anything, I just happened to be her next-door neighbor. Her next-door neighbor who was completely in love with her but never even stood a chance.
Let me just give a bit of background information. 3 years ago Christina and her family moved next door. And the moment I saw her I realized how gay I was. By total coincidence, her room and my room are both on the second floor of our homes and again by total coincidence, we have windows facing each other. There are some thick tree branches in between blocking most of the view. But sometimes at night, I can see into her bedroom window. Again I cannot stress enough how I am not a stalker. I always turn around when she is undressed or in any other compromised position, besides that, I do find myself staring at her sometimes. How can I not? With her wavy strawberry blonde hair that came halfway down her back, and green eyes that you could get lost in. She had a long and thin athletic body with just the right amount of curves. At 5 foot 7, she would stand out above most girls giving her the ability to command an entire room. I on the other hand am a good 3 inches shorter. Not athletic (at all) and I had short brown shoulder-length hair. While she would have lunch with the cheerleader and the jocks, I would with my 2 best friends. While she would go to the mall shopping and hanging out with friends, I would be alone watching movies or reading. And while she would be dating the ultra-popular captain of the football team I would be staring out my window longing for someone who would never be mine. It's not that I was a total loser, it's just that I was invisible. Going about my days not having to deal with any drama or unwanted attention and for the most part, I liked it that way. She is the only reason I regret being invisible.
You might wonder why I'm even interested in someone like Christina Marks. Why would I be interested in someone for such vain reasons as beauty or popularity? But like I said she's different. Yes out there she is the queen but at home she is different. I see how she is with her family and the love she shows to her little brother when I see her playing with him in their backyard. I sometimes overhear the conversation with her mother that go on late in the night. In the last three years, I have learned who she really is and not the mask she put on when she leaves the house. I've even seen her regularly sacrifice her weekends to tutor younger students from our school for free. She probably asked them not to say anything because I've never seen her interact with them on school grounds. I see the kind and wicked smart chick she is and it just makes me fall for her more every time I see her.