You have a crush on her. (Male)

Maybe Dana wasn't the safest person to have a crush on, but the heart wants what the heart wants, or whatever. She was intimidating, but there was something appealing about that, in it's own way. Plus, as long as you didn't do anything to make her mad, she wasn't going to go out of her way to do anything to you.

Dana was a bit taller than most other girls in your school, with dark black hair that was cropped close to her face, and she definitely had more bulk than a lot of them too. Not that it was a bad thing- she could throw punches just as well as any of the guys in the grade, and unlike them the weight on her that wasn't muscle settled into some pretty pleasing areas. She never wore much more than a tank-top under her oft-unzipped jacket, the visible straps of her sizable bra earning her a steady stream of dress code violation demerits. Her faded jeans had holes torn open over her knees, but with the size of her ass, it was amazing they didn't tear open back there too.

Of course, getting any more than a glance of these features, and saying anything about them out loud, was an easy way to wind up in the nurse's office. Still, she had moments where she seemed nice enough; sitting behind her in chemistry, you'd been partnered up a few times, and she at least tried to get her work done when you were working with her. She wasn't too bad, either; she wasn't dumb, she just didn't care about her classes. And when you weren't working together, it was easy enough to let your eyes wander down, to get a peek of a thin waistband peeking up from above her jeans....

Never in a million years would you actually approach her about any of these feelings, but the idea was nice, sometimes. Of course, if the day you were having was anything to go by, you might get pushed into a confrontation with Dana sooner than you'd like.