Taking What's His

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?