I thought I'd hit rock bottom when my dad died.
I was wrong.
I never dreamed my mom would choose drugs and alcohol over me.
I was wrong about that too.
I thought teachers were there to instruct, to guide, to counsel.
Wrong doesn't begin to describe what nearly happened that last day of my Junior year. Lesson learned; trust is for suckers and actions speak louder than words.
New plan. Keep up my grades, earn a scholarship, tuck into as tight a ball as possible and roll on out of this town and this life.
But this boy, this Casanova transplant with a funny accent, who's way too charming to be healthy for a girl... Why won't he let me be?
I wish I hadn't let him in on my secrets...well, most of them.
I wish I hadn't grown to look forward to our daily walks to work.
But mostly, I wish I hadn't freaked out when he tried to steal a kiss.
Maybe I wouldn't be parked in the friend zone. Maybe he wouldn't be dating a girl I loathe. Maybe I wouldn't be in this hell of wanting what I can't have but having what I thought I wanted-to be left alone.
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About the Author
No matter what genre she writes, she prefers witty, insecure heroines and kind, persistent heroes able to break through to the gooey heart inside.
In high school she was voted most likely to win at Monopoly and Clue, but least likely to throw a ball anywhere near a target. Thank goodness writing requires less hand-eye coordination, punctuation errors notwithstanding.
Iris believes in the two-year "fish or cut bait" dating rule and has a 20+ year marriage and two teenaged sons as proof of concept. She lives, writes, dreams and dances in the rainy Portland, OR area.
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