We all have those first crushes, loves, whatever. To some people, their partners come easy. For others, it takes time, and for some, because of what they are, are never destined to have a soul mate. For me, I always thought I was the latter, until my tenth grade.  She was everything I wanted, but thought I could never have.

It was a chilly november morning, waiting silently for my bus to come. Another day at school. Another boring, uneventful day at school. I climbed on the bus, keeping my head averted from the watchful eyes of the jocks and such that sat in the back. I sat down, pulling out a book and putting my headphones on. Streets, signs, houses, and everything in between pass beside me, and before I know it, the bus doors slid open, and everyone rushes for it. I climb out last, considering no one left the first person (me) out. Geography and Chemistry fly by, and before I know it, Latin's bell is ringing. Next thing  I know I'm sitting at the lunch table hunched over a PBJ. "Yeah dude, did you hear about Borderlands?!" John exclaims. I don't answer, because I know he wouldn't notice. He wasn't talking to me. "600,000 guns dude, heck yeah I he..." Dave's voice drifted off, because suddenly I wasn't listening.

There she was, the only reason I came to school. I could be home schooled- I have 11 grade classes. But no, she just had to sit right in my line of sight. A beautiful brown haired girl, green eyes, and had a certain mischiveous air to her, but that was all smothered under the utter shyness that emanated from her. So there she was, sitting there, all alone at a table, with no one there. No one ever talked to her, and I mean no one. She only started at this school at the beginning of the ye- " Alex, you need to go talk to her. You've been staring at her for the last 15 minutes, and it's be 4 weeks since you started! Do I need to introduce you or something?" Jack snapped me out of my daydream. "Hu- what?" I mumbled. "Dude, she probably has a boyfriend in another lunch period, or something." "Nope. I have her for 1st and 2nd period."  Jack firmly said. "I have her in 4th and 5th period too, and she always sits in the corner, alone." Dave piped in. The odds were stacking against me. I had her in 7th, and it was doubtful she had anyone in 6th. "But, but, you know I can't talk to girls!" I stuttered. At least that was true. Trust me, I've tried. I can talk  to my mom. That's all. " You know, you talking to her is better than no one talking to her." Jack said. Jack was a good friend, always there for me. Always pushing me further. But I just couldn't do it.

Days passed, and I still didn't get up and talk to her. Finally, life couldn't take it anymore- it trapped me into talking to her. A couple weeks after Jack talking to me about her, a friday night came around, and my friends dragged me out of the house. We always went to the mall, and hung out there for hours on end. We were walking around the corner to Borders, when we saw the scene. There she was, against the wall, with the local school gang around her, teasing her, grabbing at her, and all the others things that come packaged in the preffered Gang plan. I wanted to avoid the scene ever so badly, but something in me said not to, and to get her out of there. I looked at my friends, but they literally stepped backwards, letting me handle it. I glanced at Jack, and he had a chessy smile plastered on his face that said, "This is what you get for not talking to her." I gave him the finger behind my back, and slowly walked towards her and the gang.  It was only the leader, Damien, and 2 of his friends there. He was standing quite close to her, speaking to her with one hand over her head. "So babe, you wanna come back to my place and-" I cut him off midsentence. "Hey, I don't think she really wants to talk to you." At least I didn't stutter.

He looked at me liked I was a talking animal cracker, who just climbed out of his mouth and was like, "Yo man, why you try an eat me, dawg?" He grinned with his smoke stained teeth, and cracked his knuckles. Oh boy. "And what makes you think I won't kick the living crap out of you?" His two friends backed off, snickering. He started towards me, and stuck his nose in my face. "Huh? Well, punk?" His breath reeked of Malboro. I didn't answer him, because I knew if I did, my voice would crack. I could see my silence was a bad thing. His face reddened in anger and I could hear the -click- of a switchblade. Out of instinct (and fear), I stepped backwards, but as I glanced to my left, I saw that the blade was of his friends. Damien's fist caught me square in the eye. I stumbled backwards, but didn't fall.That really hurt, but despite the situation, I couldn't help but smile. That obviously weirded him out. " Oh, nothing made me think you wouldn't." I muttered. I ran towards him, and suddenly, I couldn't feel myself anymore. So much for Lunch-girl, So much for my friends. My ... habit took control (that story is for a different day.) and I could only watch as my body also took control, I hurdled toward him, and as he  swung another punch, I ducked under, I literally leapt on top of him,  taking him to the floor. My teeth sank into his shoulder, and over his screams, I could hear the gasping of Lunch-girl and my friends. Why were they gasping? They knew I liked to bite. But the girl? My heart almost broke. I could feel the skin separating and the blood start to flow. I suddenly let go, not knowing what STDs he had. But I could feel the blood on my lips and teeth. He looked at me with fear and wet pants, and all 3 of them scrambled and fled. How embarassing that must be, But also how embarassing it must be to be standing in a public mall with blood on your lips.

I went to talk to her, what more could it hurt? I already ruined my chance. I glanced at my friends quickly, seeing amusement and awe on their faces, but a grin on Jack's. I knew my chances with her were shot. The only girl I ever liked, just saw me bite a guy. But when I looked over at her, all I saw was shyness and hope in her deep, green eyes, I was truly shocked. I extended my hand to help her off the ground. She shyly took it. Her hand was soft and warm, and sent a shock down my spine. I helped her up and said "Sorry about that back there, that was k-kinda weird." I stumbled. She looked at me, hesitated, then said with a cute smile, " You have a little blood right..." She reached up and wiped a the blood of my top lip, and then,  the most impossible thing happened. She licked the blood off her finger. " Um... my names Crystal." She said. "I'm Alex." Hope danced in her eyes. She glanced over at my friends and then back at me, and with those cute little eyes, she shyly asked " So you like to bite too?" That was it. It was fate. God sent her, for me. " No way," I muttered. Her eyes lit up with joy, and her smile showed it too.

The smile of my first crush. The smile of the girl I'm sitting with right now, biting my neck. 

So, even as you think you at the end, no one will go for you, always have hope, and never, ever, give up.

Thanks God :)