She's such a goody-two shoes.

She always offers to help, always makes good grades, always is so good and... do-goody. She never skips a class, never calls in sick to work when she isn't really sick—can you believe that?!—and she never tries to break the rules. She always does exactly what she is asked!

Yeah, there aren't many girls like that left in the world. It's a shocker, I know. I haven't met a goody-two shoes in years!

It's a bit refreshing actually.

I've been trying to get her out of her goody-two shoes phase. I've gotten her to go bowling a few times, once even convincing her to skip class! Yes, I know, I'm a bad influence, but she needs to chill and enjoy life.

Okay, she is stressed and a goody-two shoes, but she's a wonderful and beautiful girl. She's little too... Man, she's tiny! Really cute actually.. but she hates when anyone calls her cute. She says it's too childish to call her that. She actually takes it as an insult! Can you believe it?

Although, with some of the responses she's received, I can't really blame her... I mean, come on, she told me that she was mistaken for a 10-year-old when she went over to the Student Center a few weeks ago! That is pretty bad...

I told her that there were still guys around that like cute. She just snorted and refused to believe me. Mind you, that was an odd conversation in itself because I was sitting on her stomach.

No, seriously, I was!

She had been upset because she couldn't go to Chattanooga to hang out with me, so we had a pillow fight with the cushions on the Yearbook Room couches.

I walked over to her and... Plop! I let a cushion land on her stomach. I grinned down into her cute little curious face and turned around. I planted my butt there on the cushion and reclined against the back of the sofa.

She just strained her head up from the arm of the sofa to stare at me for a moment, eyebrows scrunched up together funnily. She didn't say anything until her head was settled back against the arm. She just continued to stare at me with that little frown of confusion on her lips.

“Do you make a habit of sitting on people?”

“Oh yeah! I used to do this to all my ex-girlfriends,” I told her with that big toothy grin. I know she loves that grin, I can tell it in her eyes. She thinks she's so clever.

Yes, I know she has a crush on me. I figured she would realize that basically, in my terms, the two of us kind of are going out. I described to her all ready that all a couple consisted of was two people hanging out and having fun together. That's what we have done several times so far. She seems to want me to actually ask her.

Too bad I'm single.

Oh, you would think that's a good thing, right? It gives her a chance with me? Well, I don't know... Girlfriends are typically nothing but trouble. They take so much and never give anything back.

No, I think she would be a girlfriend. She's an awesome friend, so I know she would treat me even better as her boyfriend, but I've had girlfriends in the past that start out kind, and then I suppose I spoil them too much, and they take advantage of that. I hope she would not be like that.

But back to what I was saying.

She seems to think that I really don't like her in a romantic sort of way. I think she's used to having crushes on guys that have no interest in her, and she must think that every guy she likes, she'll never have a chance with. Sometimes she looks so wistfully out the window, but then her eyes just get sad, a begrudging acceptance in those hazel eyes.

Yes, I do stare at her in class. We have Creative Writing together, and it's hard not to stare at her! I mean, come on. Maybe I'm getting over this being single nonsense. Wouldn't that be great? But no, I'm still too chicken to ask her aloud to be my girlfriend.

I know why she hasn't told me that she has a crush on me too. I always tell her time and again what I think about girlfriends. I insult them with the way I talk, so no wonder she doesn't want to bring up that she likes me. She's afraid of getting so thoroughly rejected that it'll break her heart.

Her next words threw me though. After that comment about my ex-girlfriends, she said, “Oh, wow, we moved so fast that I didn't even realized we had all ready dated and broken up.”

I think she misunderstood me. That is another adorably annoying thing about her. The things she says sometimes proves that she has plenty of insecurities. I try to remove them one by one, peeling them away and trashing them, but it's not that easy. She thinks I'm cynical, well she needs to meet herself someday.

I frowned at her and told her that she wasn't one of my ex-girlfriends. She just smiled that little forced smile of hers and didn't say anything in return. Instead, she started drawing on the dry erase board. I wish I knew what exactly she was thinking sometimes... It's so hard to figure her out.

I snatched up the other marker then and reached for her left hand. I think she knew what I was up to because she immediately tensed. Her gaze swiveled to me so fast I wondered if she gave herself a case of whiplash. When she tried to tug her hand from mine, I said, “Come on, I'm not going to do anything bad.”

She squirmed and hesitated another couple seconds, but soon, the muscles in her arm unclenched. Her left hand more willingly settled into mine. I bit the top of the marker with my teeth and pulled it off. It took me all of five seconds to write “LOL!” on her wrist before I finally allowed her to have her hand back. “There,” I said with an air of cockiness, “That wasn't so bad now, was it?”

She giggled. She does that a lot when I'm around. She is truly happy until I leave, I think. I can't blame her though, being by yourself for another hour while you wait for your last class of the day is miserable enough, but she does it twice a week! I try to hang around as long as I can, and I can tell she appreciates it.

But her giggles make me think about what I say next. It made her laugh again, which I'm glad for.

“You know, every time you laugh, it makes my butt vibrate?” I asked with a cheeky grin that I'm sure she loves. I can just see her melting inside.

She laughs at me again and shakes her head. I guess she hasn't quite figured me out yet. I know at times she thinks that I do like her, but then other times, she just forces all her laughs and smiles. I even commented one of her Myspace pictures that were taken just before Christmas, and now, wow, that was a smile! I told her everyone should smile like that more often!

I was caught off guard that day I sat her. Because when we found another lull in the conversation, she was tired of drawing on the white board. Instead, I felt her arms settle along the outside of my thigh.

I can tell she was uncomfortable like that and she only set her arms there because nowhere else was as comfortable. She had tried tucking them behind her head, but that hurt her neck, I think.

I didn't say anything to her about her arms. It's not like we were doing anything bad, but she was still blushing. She was trying to hide it though. Again, that's more of her cuteness shining through. I remember smirking down at her and covering her eyes with my hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm being annoying,” I supplied cheekily.

She just sighed, that little smile still on her face.

I finally climbed off of her when two guys walked into the room. It felt awkward. I wished they wouldn't come into the yearbook room, even though they do every Tuesday and Thursday night to play on the computers or sit on the couches and wait for the time they could go home.

I liked it when it was just me and her.

But I climbed off of her and instead, moved her legs so I could sit at the end of the sofa. I was hoping for her to drape her legs over my lap, but she didn't. She threw them off the couch and sat up, settling against her end of the sofa.

I guess she has personal space issues. Oh well, I'll just have to get her over those too.

But, yeah, she really is unbelievable.

Definitely one of a kind, even among goody-two shoes! She's got a tongue that's sharp as an ax and quick as a lightning bolt. She can match my sarcastic and cynical attitude with her own cheery and cheeky mouth.

Ah, the wonderful practice of sarcasm...

She's a bit of a contradiction, but I love her for it. Sarcastic but decent and kind all in one. She likes to help, and she likes to argue her points, even though she can't defend her points all that well, heh.

Wait, did I just admit that I love her? Oh boy... This is going to cause trouble. Good thing the summer is here. Maybe I can invite her to hang out with me some time.

I've all ready tried, but she's working two jobs this summer. Then, I remember her saying something about babysitting. So really she has three jobs this break! Man, she's going to wear herself out before college starts back.

Ah well, I'll keep trying. I still haven't gotten rid of that goody-two shoes attitude, ha.