This is the story of how a girl who although was quite shy and awkward ended up with a handsome boy like Dean. At the beginning of the year she promised herself to focus on her grades and find things that would distract her from the pain she felt inside. She wasn't sick or anything like that, it was more of a soul ache. His soul needed to heal so he could be happy again. This is the problem of the soul, you can actually feel the pain that is going through your heart and in my experience emotional pain is even worse than physical pain. With physical pain you can take medications and the pain will eventually fade. It's hard to let go of emotional pain, especially when you think it's gone, but then it comes back. I guess "pain must be felt". Mia was a good student, which made up for the fact that she sucked at sports. She tried pretty much every team sport and her athletic skills weren't good enough compared to the other girls in school. “Hey, at least I'm smart,” that's what Mia would say. However, she felt discouraged when she saw the girls in their cute uniforms hanging out with the sexy boys who also played sports. This was his fourth year at the same high school. For a strange reason her parents hadn't let her move in previous years. She was used to moving so often that, in fact, she began to like the idea of ​​starting over in a different place. Her parents, however, thought that settling in one place until the end of high school would help her be more outgoing. It wasn't as if he only had one friend, because he actually had two. Ally and Kate had been his friends since he met them in the library in freshman year. Their senior year would be their last… halfway through… technically you didn't do anything to me,” Mia said. “I still can't believe you wrote something like that about me,” Dean teased. “What?” Mia replied. “You know all 'I stare at him while he doesn't look at me to appreciate the beauty of his soul.' kind of thing," Dean said. The truth is, Mia wrote that, and then some (if you really want to know what else she wrote, you'll have to read further down this page). Oh Dean, I can't help but staring at you. Your hair, your eyes... as for some people they might seem like normal eyes, yet I find them special. I look at you while you are too distracted to see me. And on some occasions, when your eyes meet mine, I smile at you thinking that one day you will know how I feel about you.