She's loud and exuberant, and her personality sparkles like gold glitter under flourescent lights. When she walks into a room, people take notice. Her air of poise and confidence changes the vibe in the room, and when she flashes her brilliant, supermodel-like smile at a guy, they just can't resist her.

But no girl can hate her for that; she's just too sweet, and on top of it all, she's everybody's friend.

But I, Shane Davies, am her best friend. Best best friend forever, since the first day of kindergarten. Nothing can ever come in between us, and our friendship is the strongest in our school, Masone High.

Her name is Deven Waters.

And I'm totally, hopelessly, in love with her.

Since sixth grade sex ed, they've always said that you can't control who you fall in love with.

Now that, I believe, is one of the smartest, and truest, things I have ever heard. After all, would I choose, of all the people to be completely, utterly in love with, my best friend? With her, a non-platonic relationship isn't even a possiblity. After 12 years of best-friend-ship, it's beyondimpossible to tip the scales.

And besides, I'm deathly of afraid of "rocking the boat" and possibly losing her. Or even simple, flat-out rejection. And that second fear is quite a bit more rational than most people would believe it to be.

For you see, I, the fabulous, hott, witty, charming, sexy, popular, athletic Shane Davies, have never ever ever been rejected by a girl before. And I've asked a lot of girls.

I guess I would call myself a player, and I don't see reason to change, not evenwhen I realized I loved Deven sometime during freshman year of high school.

I can't even remember the names of some of the girls I briefly dated a few months ago. A couple of them were quite good under the sheets though, if I recall. Not that I always need a bed and sheets to get it on with a girl. What can I say. I love women, and they love me even more.

Except for the one I really want.

Considering the amount of girl-toys I've been with, hooked up with, and otherwise, it makes sense, of course that Deven has no clue how I really feel about her.

But, god, the girl's so dense about these kinds of things that I don't think it would make much of a difference anyways. All the guys in the Masone High are practically head-over-heels with her, but she doesn't really have a clue.

I know she's been on plenty of dates, but they're usually just one-time things, twice at the most (since I take the trouble to scare her scummy dates away afterwards, though I've managed to send most of her potential dates packing before they can even open their horny mouths long enough to ask).

She hasn't had ger first kiss yet, something she laments to me constantly, but with the confidence she projects, no one else knows.

Oh yes, I know many many of her "most important" secrets that she would never tell anyone else, not even her closest girl friends. That's right folks, I am that important in her life.

And it works the other way around, too. For example, when I lost my virginity with Christine Dupont in the beginning of sophomore year while pissed drunk off my ass at a party, I remember her talking about it with me seriously. All I got from the other jocks I call my friends were "whoot"s and hard, heavy slaps on the back.

Deven Waters is the most amazing girl I have ever met in my whole life, and I know that for a fact. I would do anything to get her to see me the same way.

But right now, Marc Steads was walking up to her at her lunch table, and I had a strong hunch that he wanted a date from her.

I quickly appraised the situation, then got up from my table amidst knowing looks shared by the other populars around me, and an irritated huff from my current girl, Samantha, and walked towards her and Marc-the-scumbag.

I had a job to do.

A/N: Wow, my first story! Yay! I've found that uploading and creating a story on fictionpress is actually a lot harder than I though originally thought it would be. But I like it so far. Tell me what you guys think. :)