I've done the unthinkable. It's been all summer and I haven't had any self control. I've always been the good girl. I've listened and done what I'm told. But being shy and nerdy in my small town is a life sentence for the loser table. Oh, and being called Bunny definitely doesn't help. My parents are hippies, what can I do?

Until this summer, boys haven't paid me any attention. I suppose I have blossomed over the break. I've finally, albeit late, grown some breasts, my face has grown more feminine. I'm looking nice if I do say so much.

Even with my new look, it was a surprise when you texted me. The popular boy. The attractive boy. We've been texting all summer and I can't help but hope it means something. You've always seemed interested in our chats. But I'm beginning to think it means less than I thought.

It's the first day back and I see you in the hall with some friends, I wave and smile. You give an awkward grimace and walk the other way. Maybe you didn't see me. Life of an optimist. After school, my phone gets a notification. It's from you. I eagerly open it. "I saw you at school. You look really pretty." My heart flutters at your words. "You didn't come say hi." I reply, wanting an explanation.