I don't know why I`m starting another story, but this is my first one in a male point of view, and I`m going to see how it goes. This is just a very short prologue to give you an idea what the story will be about, let me know what you think and if I should write more.

With love and thanks,

forvernever33

When I looked at her, I saw all that I could be. I saw myself showing up to class, and actually trying. I saw myself stopping with the drugs, drinks, parties, and chicks. I saw myself turning my life around. And maybe she would notice me.

She is what every parent wants their daughter to be. Straight As, gorgeous long blonde hair, striking blue eyes, on track for valedictorian, dozens of clubs, crews, sports, and tutoring.

She would never go for a guy like me. But when she laughs at my jokes, half from pity and half from actual amusement, my heart melts.

Two weeks ago she discovered her varsity-starting-quarterback-boyfriend was cheating on her with some skank on the cheer squad. Why would he pick the low-hanging fruit, when he had the finest apple on the tree? That guy`s a tool.

This is my one chance, to talk to her, put me on her radar. I don't usually have problems with girls, my ex said I had a "bad-boy physique," but I get nervous around her, figuring she can see right through that physique. She has her life together, why would she want a wreck like me?

I've got to at least try.

**********POV Change

There was something about him. The way he was so confident in his moves, in the flip of his hair. He was the polar opposite of "her type." And it made her even more curious. He was dangerous, and mysterious, and she wanted to know more.

She always dated a jock or a nerd. And he was neither.

He was cool and desirable, why would he want some goody-two-shoes like me?

I`ve got to at least try.