"What are you doing?" "Working." "What kind of work?" "Important work." "What kind of important-" He sighed. "Amelia, what's your deal?" I raised an eyebrow. "I never existed until now. I know this a some prank. Black girls don't like quiet white guys like me. They like the fuck boys." I frowned. "So if that's what you want, then leave. Because that will never be me. I'll always be that freak behind a computer screen.." He whispered. I shook my head. "No Christopher. This isn't some prank. I just think you're sweet and that's what I'm attracted to, sweet." He was quiet. "Plus, you're cute." He blushed and I giggled. He closed his eyes. "Why me?" I kissed his cheek, making him turn crimson red. "You're different, that's why." Amelia Boyd: 17yrs old. Long curly black hair, beautiful mysterious gray eyes, both black and white. This sweet girl with a bit of an attitude problem gave up on boys in ninth grade and never dealt with them, until she met Christopher. But who is he?