Thank you for the reviews. I appreciate it! About their age, Cristina and Owen are both sweet seventeen and belong to the senior grade. Actually, I didn't even think about skipping grades, because my country doesn't have such an educational system…Cristina could skip some grades since she's smart, but she didn't in this story. Please keep reading.

Owen opened the text book. "This one." He pointed on the page. Cristina read it quickly, then she pointed another part of the page. "First, you have to use this formula." Then she turn up the page. "And then, you should use this formula. It's sort of tricky, required to use two kinds of them. This must be an advanced problem."

He started writing down to solve it. After a while, he said very happily. "Wow, you're right! I've got an answer, thank you! " Cristina smiled to him.

"Everyone says you're smart, now I know they're right!" Owen smiled back."I thought everyone says I'm weird." She said, haltingly. "Why? Nobody says that, I think you should be more confident."

She felt her face were turning red. Then he looked at clock. "Alright, I have to go to the club…I wonder…are you interested in ice hockey?"

"Ice hockey?" She didn't know what to say, she had never thought about it. "Oh, obviously not, ha-ha. Never mind. Thank you anyway, see ya!" Then he left. It was too sudden for her to say "See you." to him.

She couldn't believe she had talked with one of the most popular guys at school. What was this? What was this? She wondered if she hadn't been dreaming.

It was winter, and it was their senior year. Many students started to prepare for various things, such as going to college, moving from house and…Prom date, especially girls were talking about it all the time…except for Cristina.

It's not for me, she thought. She never been there for last three years, then she knew nobody would ask her out. It's just same thing, not even sad, she pretended she didn't care about it.

In the library, she actually couldn't stop thinking about it. What if she could attend to Prom- what would she wear? Which restaurant would she be taken? She was drawing down her imaginary date on notebook.

She was feeling an excitement, but then she realized what she was doing. This is…totally embarrassing, she thought. She stopped her hand drawing and thought of Owen.

Who would be his date? She knew his several ex-girlfriends, but she didn't know if he was seeing someone specific at that time. She couldn't tell because he was always with some friends, both of boys and girls.

His girl might be one of them- which one would be? She was trying to remember the faces of Owen's friends."Hi" Suddenly, she heard the voice from above. That was him, Owen! It was absolutely unexpected for her.

She rushed to hide her notebook. "Wow, I scared you, again." She looked up him. "What…What do you want?" Damn! Why can't I talk more nicely? She lamented over her communication skill.

"Well, I was walking the hall and saw you from there. Then I came here to say thank you."He kept talking, without sitting down, then Cristina stood up for him.

"We don't have the same math class, then I have to tell this- I got a really good score for math test because you had taught me how to use the formulas. I appreciate your help."

"Well…I did nothing…you did a good job." She tried to talk naturally as possible as she could. "By the way, are you always here? Do you like being in the library?" "Yes…"

"What makes you so?" "Well… I need to study hard…to be a doctor." She answered his question, slowly. She never told anyone her dream, then she couldn't image how people would react when they heard it.

"You wanna be a doctor, that's amazing! Why do you wanna be-" "Owen!" Some girls interrupted their conversation. "What are you doing here? We are supposed to prepare for the party tonight."

All the girls were pretty, Cristina thought and sat down. "Owen, you promised to drive your fancy car for us! Let's go!" One of them pulled his arm, while other one was pushing his back.

"Yes, OK, let's go! Bye, Cristina!" He disappeared with them. It was like a storm for Cristina…he appeared and left suddenly. She sight. She was sure one of them was going to prom with him. And they are having a party tonight…She felt lonely.

She also thought about his car…what kind of car does he drive? She looked for the shelf which had books relevant to cars. Wait, what am I doing? While they are getting on his car, I'm guessing what car he has…This is…pathetic…she got back to her seat.