"Sparkle," said the spike-haired boy with that look in his eye again. After the cat telling him that his name and his face were stupid in class yesterday, he was about ready to pummel anyone who so much as snickered at his introduction today. "I'm in grade ten, which I guess is like sophomore out here or something? And I haven't ever really loved anyone, not really."

And telling the classmates about his crush back home was not an option. No way.