Monday 12 April

My ex is widely considered to be the hottest guy in school. He's six foot two and seriously ripped - not in that body builder way, but in that lean with not an ounce of fat way. And he has this amazingly sleek black hair and chocolate brown eyes. He's like a sexy, laid back panther. Oh, and he's the Quarterback. He is definitely the hottest guy in school. There's really no argument. But unfortunately he's my ex.

Things didn't work out between us. Mainly because some British skank stole him off me, but also because there wasn't much going on between us. Weird I know. He is SO easy on the eye I could have spent hours, days even, just looking at him, but when it came to doing more than that - like actually talking to each other - not much going on. And kissing and what came after kissing was OK, but that's all it was - OK. There was zero chemistry so when I found out he was fooling around behind my back and I dumped him, it was actually a relief. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED being the hottest guy in school's girl. I LOVED all those envious looks and everyone treating me like the Queen Bee - who wouldn't? But it was kind of exhausting all that pretending and it was a major relief to just be me again.

The problem is, once you've dated the hottest guy in school, where do you go from there? I suppose it's not a huge problem since this is my senior year and in the fall I'll be going to College where I am hoping there will be wall to wall hot guys. That's how I like to imagine college - cute guys hanging out in the quad, sexy guys sucking their pens in the lecture theater, steamy hotties eyeing me over their laptops in the library. It's gonna be like an up market guy mall. But in the meantime, I wouldn't mind some action. And I've decided it's time to branch out. Why should I be wasting my time on High School Losers when there are Real Men out there? Hence my little crush on Nick Reyes. Nick Reyes of the tattoos and motorbike and tight little ass. He is classic small town bad boy but wouldn't that be the perfect fling before I breeze out of this small town for bigger and better things? And he looks like he would be so good. He has the sexiest mouth - his bottom lip is full and pouty and I want to run my tongue along it so badly. I know he thinks I'm hot - he has told me so on a couple of occasions, but unfortunately these occasions have always been when he's on one side of the road and I'm on the other. Or he's parking his bike outside Wholefoods and my arms are full of shopping. Or he's with a group of his leering mates. Basically, he thinks I'm an out of bounds good girl and has absolutely no idea of what I would like to do with him. All I have to do now is figure out a way of telling him.

By the way, contact with Douchebag O'Neill was minimal today so it was officially a Good Day. I did catch him smirking in Chemistry when I answered one of Mr. Sherman's questions and got it wrong. One of his scruffy Converse stretched across the aisle and nudged my foot, just in case I hadn't noticed the smirk, no doubt. When did his legs get so long he can do that? And when I glanced sideways to scowl threateningly at him, I couldn't help noticing that he does have a pair of very broad shoulders. Obviously not so skinny anymore. Who knew?