I like him. I don't know why. All my friends think I'm

I like him. I don't know why. All my friends think I'm crazy. He's 15, drinks on the weekends, and probably does weed. Maybe I like him because he's the only one in my whole school who has never looked at me in dusgust, or said a mean word to me. Even my friends have done that, but not him. Maybe it's because he can make me laugh when I just want to die. Maybe it's because he looks at me from across the room and there's something in his eyes, I don't know what, that gives me hope. He's not my boyfriend, or even a close friend. I don't know why I like him. I just do.