"Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves."~Henri Frederic Amiel
what happened was we were on our way back from a track meet and he and i were flirting and he had his hand on my thigh and i had my legs on top of him and we were vurled ul together like cutest thing ever then we got to the school my mom picked my up we went our seperate ways and at school he would not make eye contact or talk or anything:(