boys are stupid, throw rocks at them!" ahaha
Awww, not all boys are stupid. There are some really nice ones in the world, and maybe one right under your radar.
Problem is, in high school, its an awful lot like looking over your cousins. There's an "ick" factor to some of the guys you've known since you were kids. They are awkward and nerdy, or trying to be adult and not really succeeding (and hoping you don't notice). Some are trying to figure out who they are and what they want out of life, just like you are and maybe you haven't found each other yet. Or maybe you have but at the moment, neither of you thinks much of the other one yet.
Pictures of my husband as a teenager show him to be a very geeky guy. I would probably not have given him a second look, if we were in the same school, and I doubt he'd have found me interesting in the least. In high school, he'd be a Senior when I was a Freshman, and we'd likely never have found each other - we would have had very different kind of classes, too. He was all math and business, I was all art and music.
However, when we were both in our 20's - he was just what I was looking for, and I was the only girl for him - his first and only girl.
I was into art, I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy; I was into British humor shows like Monty Python's Flying Circus and was an average student. Wierd, that's how most kids described me back then. I had NO boyfriends in hs, ever. My YOUNGER sister was the hot babe of the family with a high energy personality and lots of friends. No one gave me a second look until college. I loved college because I was finally free to be myself with no one I knew to make fun of me or chase me into the bathroom with the intention of pounding me.
Take some Karate classes (I also did) or some kind of self-defense classes, as it helps you feel more in control when you know you are capable of taking care of yourself. I had two years of Karate. It really helped with the badmouth bully girls. I knew when to run, and I knew when I needed to use my fists to defend myself. And I did. Twice on the street after school. Split one girl's lip and blackend one girl's eye and I never got the slaps meant for me. Both left me in peace after that.
Also, do something useful for others, like volunteering work at a hospital or your church/synagogue/soup kitchen/food pantry/animal shelter or find another youth organization you think you would enjoy working with. Is there a vet nearby that needs someone to disinfect crates and mop floors and learn to be an assistant in the summers? Find your own way and you won't give so much of a hoot about the horrible and nasty opinions of others.
I know you've heard it here a lot but many of us have been where you are now, and there is a light at the end of your tunnel - and it isn't an oncoming truck!
I was happiest once I was formally out of the mental institution called High School!
