His name is Giovanni

His name is Giovanni Donatello, and I love him. I have for a long time now, he makes me happy, he gets me, would I say he's my soul-mate? Maybe not. But I like to think he is. He's very handsome, he's tall, has brown Jared-Leto-in-Requiem-for-a-Dream cut hair, crystalline blue eyes, a Jared Leto nose (no, I'm serious, it's awesome [I have a thing for boys with good noses, FYI]), wears band t-shirts, van's brand shoes, and upon occasion skinny jeans. He's beautiful, and mine. Of course that's not his real name, but something a mutual friend of ours came up with as a rather "code name" for him in a story we wrote for an AP Psych assignment, his last name was his favorite Ninja Turtle, and to protect his identity I'm using it. <3 His name is Giovanni Donatello, and I met him sophomore year. I had signed up for a Chemistry class, a real one, not just Chem. Comm. But real Chemistry. I'd been thrust into Honors Biology the year before for some ungodly reason, though just about every other freshman I knew (except those in my class) were taking simple science classes, where I secretly knew I belonged, so I figured why not challenge myself and light some chemicals ablaze! Anyway, I walked into this class and I cant remember where I sat first, I imagine the back, because at that time I was a complete introvert because my mind was getting screwed with by a boy who won't be named at the moment, though is half responsible for all my turmoil. All I know was that I ended up getting put in the front, around the middle.... Now... there were lots of people there, though some stood out more than others in attractiveness... but there was one boy in particular that caught my eye, he was put right next to me, and he was called "Gio" and sometimes "Donatello". I don’t remember what was said between us, or who spoke first, though I imagine it went something like "hey" and then I just glared back. :| Again, who was a girl who was a super introvert who couldn't control her emotions? Me. So I tended to lash out at him, which caused him to lash back, and say really nasty things that only made me want to punch him in his pretty little mouth. After those first few encounters with Gio, I thought he was a snobby brat with an attitude problem, I guessed he was a rich jock who couldn’t afford manors, and that made me angry, so we would fight and argue, but somehow, somewhere deep down, I knew he was more than just an attractive jerk, maybe it was because I was comparing him to someone I’d written or something, I'm not sure. But SOMEHOW I considered him a strange type of friend, and I can remember several occasions when we had civil conversations when we spoke nicely to each other, asking how the other was, if they'd finished the homework, him always saying he had. The bastard was so smart, me and a friend of his (and mine) would always steal his homework and copy down the answers, because he usually had many of them right, and we both (the other girl and I) knew we didn't belong in Chemistry, though neither of us was willing to give up the credits. I remember that he wrote a lot, come to find out later he was a poet, and was generally quiet, he seemed shy until I got going on him. I remember feeling rather bad about being so rude to him, and probably scaring his pants off when i was in one of my extremely spastic "up" moods. I was an intense 15-year-old. Believe me :| There were times I would look at him, and he would look so down in the dumps. I could find a connection with the core of me, the sadness in my heart, and the look on his pretty face. I sometimes just stared, wondering what a boy like him had to be upset about. The way I saw him, he shouldn't have had worries, he had lots of friends, he was extremely intelligent, and he had a face like a male version of Helen of Troy. I can think of a few occasions when I would come in, and he wouldn't acknowledge me. I know what you're thinking, "why would he? You're a bitch!", but I honestly think we liked arguing with one another, because we could say to each other what we were too afraid to say to the people we were really irked with. And, whenever I saw him like that, I didn't care what was going on in class, I just wanted to get up, and wrap my arms around him. I wanted to tell him it was okay, and that he would be okay in the end....

His name is Giovanni Donatello, and even back then I cared so much about him.