A/N: Okay, so this is my very first story. Just a oneshot. I apologize, for any grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Myspace. That would be Tom.

You'll probably never read this, unless we happen to fall in love and get married. Then maybe I would show you. Later. Much later. I don't see that happening, though.

The first time I saw you, I was amazed. Who knew such beauty existed. You were perfect looking, or at least I thought so, with your high cheekbones, kissable lips, and the hot skater boy look I always seem to fall for.

I would go out of my way to make sure I saw you at least once a day. I started coming to school earlier, hoping I would be able to stare at you from the corner of my eye for at least ten minutes. Those ten minutes, were the highlight of my day. Pathetic, I know.

I found out where all your classes were, so I would be able to pass you in the halls. My friends called me a stalker. I wasn't stalking you, merely observing from afar.

Second semester came around. I walked into my Spanish class, and who do I see sitting there with his gorgeous dark brown hair hanging in his eyes? You, of course. I was so thrilled, hoping that maybe we could become friends. And maybe more.

Things didn't exactly work out as planned. The second day of class, we were partnered up. We were supposed to interview each other. I have the attention span of a gnat, so I missed half the directions. This resulted in me looking like an idiot when we started. But was that it? Of course not. I was so very nervous. And all of a sudden felt so shy. I couldn't look you in the eye. Instead, I looked over your shoulder, at the door, hoping someone would walk through the door and save me. I didn't so it subtly, either. It was painfully obvious. You looked over your shoulder a few times, wondering what I could possibly be staring at. By then you must have decided that I was a loon. Any plan of striking up an intriguing conversation that would lead to friendship, went down the drain. I sulked for the rest of the day, cursing my stupid-ness. Of course my friends all laughed at me, reminding me of how pathetic I am. Lovely bunch.

The first time I saw you I knew I would fall. Hard. But as I spent more time around you I knew that I wasn't just falling. It was more like jumping out of an airplane and then realizing that you didn't have a parachute. Watching the ground get closer and closer. I was ready to crash.

You weren't exactly what most people would call Prince Charming, but for me you were nearly perfect. Those sarcastic little comments you made in class, would always make me giggle, while they made other people glare. Biased? Maybe. But what can I say? They were funny and you were gorgeous.

I would try to attract your attention every day. Michelle, who I had befriended in gym class, sat right next to you. So, of course before the bell rang I would always stand there and talk to her. Hoping that I would say something that made me sound interesting. I'm sorry to say, that I even went as far as lying. Making up little stories that I thought would definitely make you look up and smile that dazzling smile my way. That never happened of course. The only time you ever said anything, was to tell me that my shirt was slutty. It wasn't. Well, it definitely wasn't as bad as what some of the other girls wore everyday. I never wore that shirt again, even though everyone else said it was cute and made my body look awesome. I've always hoped that maybe you said that, just so I wouldn't wear that shirt anymore. That maybe, you didn't want other guys seeing me in that shirt. I knew it wasn't true, but I could hope and dream of the day you would tell me that you'd fallen in love with me the first time you saw me. That didn't happen, and I know it never will.

I was the only girl in our class who you didn't consider a friend or at least an acquaintance. It killed me everyday to see you talking to those other girls. I would always hope that maybe one day that would be me standing there next to you, joking around and just having some fun. I would always sit there and think, 'am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough? Not interesting enough?' I always wanted to just ask you. But I knew I would never do such a thing. I was just not the type of person who did that. I was the quiet girl nobody paid any attention to.

Summer came. I remembered your birthday and wished you a happy birthday on Myspace. Note: I was the only one to do so. You commented back, asking who I was. That hurt, knowing you didn't even remember me. Like a hundred thousand knives stabbing me in the heart.

At that point, I knew. To you I was just another girl in the halls. Someone you didn't know and would never try to befriend. To you I was practically nonexistent. It hurt to admit it. But I like to think it helped me move on.

Well, I thought I had moved on. I guess I was wrong. I still see you. Unfortunately, my mind says. While my heart is screaming the exact opposite. Every time I see you flick that perfect hair of yours, a little part of me dies, knowing that I will never be able to run my hands through your hair as I did in my dreams.

A/N: Okay. So what did you guys think? Please, please, please review and tell me what you think.