When I was younger I never was good with boys. I would freak out and leave the mess and go to the girls bathroom. Once in school there was a boy who liked me. Let's call him Max. I didn't think much of it, I didn't know if was true and I don't him at all. It was break and then he and his friends come around us and say " I like you!" I just look at my friends beside me and they look confused as I was. REMEMBER I don't know this boy....