And you… do you know what you are?”“Stupid?”“Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.

I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.

And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it’s not that easy.

I thought you were going to— you’re standing under my window. Aren’t you supposed to climb up here or something?”“My ladder’s at home.

I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.