The first time Sam saw her was on the first jour of school. She was walking down the hallway. She was beautiful, gorgeous, and if Sam had been asked to picture an angel, he would have pictured a girl who looked just like her. She was wearing a white dress, and her blond hair fell in loose waves all the way down to her perfect breasts, and she held her livres tight against her chest. She was walking with five other girls, and yet she looked so sad, alone.

Sam was walking with a couple other guys who were populaire and on the football team, guys who had befriended him the instant he walked into the...