In my life, I've liked a lot of people, but the real question is: do they ever like me back? The answer, most of the time, is no. I've tried everything to get their attention, but it always feels like I'm just invisible. It's frustrating. I'm a brave person, or at least I like to think I am. I'm friendly and open with everyone around me, but somehow, it's always a struggle to make a real connection. High school, for me, is one big challenge. It's like the pressure just keeps building, and with it comes more responsibility. As a teenager, I can feel myself growing, but sometimes, it's like I'm growing in the wrong direction. I'm figuring it all out, but it's hard.

One thing I do enjoy is teasing my friends. It's kind of my way of showing affection, but I like to think of it as a funny joke. It's like a little game. I have this one guy friend, Mike Tim, who always knows the latest gossip at school. He's the one who tells me everything, even if he doesn't always want to. He can't help himself. And that's how I keep up with what's happening around me.

But things started to change one day during break. I was sitting with my friends, laughing and chatting, when I noticed a boy walking back and forth near where we were sitting. He had long, dark hair, and there was something about the way he walked - like he didn't care who noticed him, but at the same time, he knew he was being watched. There was a certain coolness to him, and for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't know why, but something about him caught my attention in a way no one else had.

After the break ended, I found myself walking to his class, still thinking about him. I had to know more. I casually approached my friend, who was in the same class as him. "Hey, what's that boy's name?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, though inside, I was a bit nervous.

"Oliver Lake," he replied, without hesitation. The name was unfamiliar to me, but I liked it. It felt different, unique, and somehow... important. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I hesitated for a second, then, with a grin, I turned to my friend. "Can you help me give him my number?" I asked. I could feel my heart race as I spoke. I had never been shy about making the first move before, but something about Oliver felt different.

"Sure, Kyla," my friend said with a smile, clearly enjoying my excitement. "I'll pass it to him."

For the next week, I kept waiting. I was hopeful, maybe a little too hopeful, but I couldn't help it. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart would skip a beat. But, as the days went by, I started to realize something - Oliver never called. I tried to stay calm, telling myself it was no big deal, but deep down, I felt a little disappointed. I began to wonder if maybe I had made a mistake or misread the situation entirely.

But then I realized - I needed a different approach. I couldn't just wait for him to make the first move. I wasn't the type of person to sit around and hope for things to happen. If I wanted to make it work, I had to be bolder. But the question was, how? What was my next step? How could I get Oliver to notice me without coming off as too forward or desperate?