Ava is a typical seventeen-year-old dealing with everyday teenage problems. A job opportunity for her father takes her parents overseas. Not wanting to move, she accepts her grandmother's offer to let her live with her, until her parents return.
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I just had to get through one more day before the weekend started, and I was so looking forward to it. Meeting Jared had tilted my equilibrium, and I wanted to tilt my world back to normal. I'd bought a thousand-piece puzzle that I'd been itching to do. There was something about concentrating on fitting puzzle pieces together that left no room to think about anything else, and I needed that. But my friends had other ideas.
"I don't want to go," I said, shaking my head. "I wasn't planning on doing much this weekend."
"That's boring," Stacy exclaimed, looking to Kennedy for help in persuading me to go. "How are you supposed to meet new people if you spend the entire weekend at home in your room?"
"She's right. You need to go out and live a little. You never know, you might even meet a guy."
Seeing the two determined faces of my friends, I knew I was fighting a losing battle.
"Okay," I relented. Maybe they had a point. It would probably be nice to go out and spend time with my friends. I just hoped that I wouldn't see Jared, but it wasn't like we moved in the same circles as he did. So what was I worried about?
"I'll pick you guys up a couple of hours before the party and we can all get dressed together at my house," Stacy said with an excited smile. Kennedy was already nodding her head in agreement.
"Okay." I sighed. "I've got to go. I'll see you guys at lunch."
I hurried toward my locker, hoping to get the books I needed before I saw Jared again. I collected all my books for the entire day and stuffed them into my bag, which only resulted in making it really heavy; but on the other hand, less time spent at my locker meant that there was less of a chance of running into Jared. I was worried another encounter with him would end up making me look like a bigger idiot than I already felt like.
I closed my locker and spun the combination, adjusting the strap of my bag to ease the weight of the books inside. Glancing around the hallway quickly, I noticed Jared and his some of his friends standing a little farther down the hall. My stomach did a somersault—just the sight of him did weird things inside me. The foreign feeling of jealousy stabbed through me as I saw Jared lean toward Felicity and whisper something to her. He was so close that if I hadn't been watching intently, it would have looked like he was about to kiss her on the cheek.
What made the whole exchange worse was that Felicity had caught me watching the exchange and quickly leaned closer to him with a satisfied smile spread across her face, her eyes flashing with triumph. The message she was sending was clear: he was hers. Despite my mind telling me I didn't care, I actually did and it hurt a little. I hated how strongly I felt for him after just a short space of time.
I spun around and walked toward my next class and walked straight into someone. Hands reached out and steadied me as I looked up at the guy I'd walked straight into.
He was good looking, with short brown hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a black T-shirt and blue faded jeans.
"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling annoyed at the fact that I'd been so distracted.
