Can't Live With Them Can't Live Without Them!

MEN! ..or maybe I should say young male adults, or male teenagers. Anyways my point is I can't live with them and i can't live without them.
There are the ones who are cocky, ignorant, know it all, uncommitted, stubborn, liars...and did I say COCKY, sadly the list goes on. However, on the other side, there are men who care for women, respect them, love them, and there's men that are committed.<<< ARE THERE ANY LEFT IN MY GENERATION?? . I attend a school, where most of the African-American boys just skip school, steal, and smoke weed. Now tell me is that anyway to live life?--Not saying that all African-American boys that attend my school are like that, just majority of them, and its really sad.

On another note, there's a guy. Lets call him Peter. Peter is funny, caring, respectful, and the list goes on (sounds corny), but he is like the guy I always seen myself dating, loving, and caring for.
It's funny because I wouldn't call it a crush, or a fantasy. I like him, but I only like him when i see him, other than that he is out of my mind and out of my system, but when i do see him my stomach does back flips, and my heart jumps out of my chest, its really weird, and I'm not to sure what to call it....any suggestions?...Anyways...
I have known Peter for quite some time, but since high school we have only had one class together, and after that everything just went downhill. I haven't been seeing him in the hallways, and we barley talk to one another. Ya once in a while he'll text me and I'll text him, we will flirt, but I'm not sure if he will call it flirting-- in other words he is naturally a funny guy; he is funny with everyone else, so I never know when he is playing around or when he's being serious, because he is continuously making me laugh. But then again if he really liked me he would be texting me more often--but then i start to second guess myself--thinking what if he thinks I don't like him, that's why he isn't texting me, because i never text him because I'm nervous, nervous about sending him the wrong message, nervous about being to flirty or not flirty enough.... But i guess there is two sides to every story, he will never know mine, and I will never know his. MY LUCK!!