I was never a college star, quite the opposite. I don’t see any point in lying: I’m ugly, I wear braces and I’m late for classes because I help my mother until late at night. Don't think I'm not complaining: I have friends and a dream worth working hard for... I just don't need new problems. And this handsome guy, Leander Fitzmore, who recently appeared in our class, is not needed either. I can’t understand: why is he even paying attention to me? And why does no one except me notice that something is wrong with him?! Everyone likes him, everyone without exception, this simply does not happen. And if I accidentally touch him, we both get an electric shock. He also seems to read minds. And for some reason he really wants to become my friend...