Until they turned on me and said I had to write them. They were always there, my trustiest of companions. Books didn’t care if I was new to a town or to a class. Books were my best friends when I was growing up. This is the third in a series and the story will continue through future books. *Please note this is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. The real key here isn’t what do I want… it’s am I willing to fight for it? I thought losing them was the worst thing, but losing even one… it might be the change we can’t survive. My best friend demanded I keep no more secrets.īut what brought us together seems to be tearing us apart and I can’t jeopardize those friendships. My dance partner wants to walk away to preserve our friendship. My secret admirer might turn out to be a real friend. My mother and I are racing toward a collision. I asked if it could get any worse, and I guess I got my answer. Dating my best friends came with perks like hugs, kisses, and invitations to dances, but it also came with cons in the form of vindictive posts, hate mail, and vandalism of my car. Both my focus and my grades started wobbling. When the year started, I had one goal-make my AP classes count and keep my grades up.
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