Ashton's life has turned upside down. He's fallen in love with his best friend, and his depression's started up again, but now it's even worse than ever. Ashton becomes really good at hiding his feelings, but is hiding them really a good decision?

I'm Delilah, and I'm nothing special. I'm just a typical teenage girl. There are many girls like me; I'm merely one in a million. His name was Ashton, and he was definitely something. He was the attractive, mysterious, brooding delinquent that all the girls were head-over-heels in love with, all of the girls except me. He was the typical "bad-boy" with an "aura of mystery" that I had read about in countless teen-romance novels, and I thought I had him figured out. I expected him to be like every other bad-boy that had ever existed, but I was wrong. Really, really wrong. Like I stated before: I'm nothing special. So why is it that the stupidly gorgeous, sickening irresistible Ashton decided to notice ME of all people?