"Sometimes I wonder what that brain of yours is thinking about." I jump and turn to see the one and only. "Gilbert. I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain my thought process to you." He places a hand on his chest in mockery, "You strike me down hard, Shirley! Truly, I'm wounded," I'd like to wipe that insulting smile from his face. The relationship between Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe has never been a good one. They've been rivals in school since she moved to Avonlea. Gilbert is perceived by Anne as a confident player who flirts with any pretty girl, but is it true? Or is Gilbert's true goal to catch the heart of the girl who never threw it at him?