The mind of a man is simple: food, tits, sleep, and work. The mind of a female, however, is a bit more complicated than that. They've got so many things running through their minds, it gives me a headache. Especially when prom season comes around.

Girls are about the most complicated creatures I've ever seen before. For example: You talk for a while, they say they like you, you ask them on a date, but they reschedule for next week. And the week after that, and the one after that, etc. The next thing you know you aren't talking at all, but they get mad if you start talking to somebody new. Do you see my dilemma?

Sometimes they are just too predictable. Like, she has a best friend, but the best friend is a boy. You ask her if they are a thing. She says "no, I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship like that." or "ew! I see him as a brother!" But guess what happens the very next week? You see them posting pictures of each other saying "I love you so much baby!" It happens every. Damn. Time.

So, like I said, girls are complicated. That isn't a secret though.

I've never been in love. I don't have a need to be in love anyways. I don't find many girls that interesting, so waiting is my best option, rather than dating the entire school like other guys. I also don't want to be the dick that screws up the girl's life and she feels like she can't trust a man ever again. No, that isn't my goal. Really, all I need to satisfy me is a beer can and my buddies sitting around a bon fire.

I would love to sit here and tell you that I'm just a normal dude who studies, goes to school and stays out of trouble. But that's not the case. Well, the ordinary part that is. See, I have this thing . . . ability if you will, where I can look into the minds of anybody I wish and see what is happening through their eyes. I know what they think, what they're seeing and even feeling. It's quite a gift. So really, I know pretty much everything about everyone. Like, Mike Ballmer jacks off to clown porn. Or Lisa Polley deals drugs to the homeless and volunteers at animal shelters afterwards. I wouldn't want to call it stalking. I'm just . . . eavesdropping on the lives of my peers.

It's not always a blessing though. Sometimes my name comes up in somebody's mind and I'm instantly drawn to whoever is thinking it. Then I have to hear what is being said, well thought, about me. I don't like to know what others think about me unless it's important. Mike, the dude who jacks off to clowns, thinks about me sometimes and it's extremely creepy and uncomfortable.

There is one name though. One name that keeps me up at night. Ever since that day in Mrs. Malley's third period Culinary Arts class. A girl. The girl, walked in. But the thing is, I didn't care at first. At first, I didn't care that she wore a long sleeve button up flannel with blue jeans and white and red striped flip flops. I didn't care that she smelled like coconuts or even that her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. But I do. My God I do.

It wasn't until maybe the fifth week of her being at school that I felt something different about the way she was.

I will tell you my story in just a minute. In a minute I will tell you how Victoria (Tori) Bell became the absolute source of my will to live. About how she changed my perspective on life and love. About how now, I would do anything and everything for her and only her.

But I guess you should know my name before I let you in on the chaos that is my life. Or . . . More so hers.

Hello, my name is Liam. I've got a mother and a father, who both live in the same house, and an older brother, Logan. I'm a junior at Southside Creek high School, and, believe it or not, I am a straight A student already accepted to Yale.

Life was great. Almost perfect. Life was a walk in the park. But Tori, oh Victoria Bell how you changed my life forever.