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“Stop grinning at me like some loon.”
“What? Isn’t it nice to make people smile?”
“Not like that.”
“Like what?” He was doing it again—the grin, the dimples, the whole shebang—and I wasn’t sure my heart could take the added pressure.
“Argh!” I threw my hands up in an aggravated huff and turned my back on him with every intention of storming out of there and maintaining what little dignity I had left. That is until I heard his chuckle and the sound of his feet moving to catch up.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll never smile at you again.”
When I gathered the courage to actually look at him, he was wearing that damn poker face again. I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.
“Now, how’s that fair?” He mock pouted which only served to make me laugh harder. “I can’t smile at you, but you can laugh in my face?”
“No—I didn’t—I’m sor—I’m sorry,” I panted trying to control the hysterics. I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time.
“Clearly, there’s only one solution to this.” Annnd the dimples were back.
“What’s that?” My wary tone only made him smile brighter.
“You need to go on a date with me.”
“A . . . what?” On the list of things he might have said . . . Yeah, that wasn’t even on the list. At all.
“A date. It’s this antiquated ritual where a guy usually has to pick the girl up, chauffer her around, open doors, and pay for crap. It’s a little sexist if you ask me, but I’m willing to endure it with you. But there are rules.”
“Rules?”
He nodded seriously.
“To our date?”
“Yes. First, no dressing up. I don’t do ‘dressing up’ and I can’t have you making me look bad. Second, you must have fun. No worrying about school, or grades, or starving children in Africa, or whatever the hell it is that has you looking like you’re sucking on a lemon half the time.”
“I do not look—”
“And third—and this is important, so pay attention—I’m allowed to smile at you as often as I like, and you are required to laugh more. I like the sound and I almost never get to hear it.”
My heart didn’t just trip. It full-blown face planted in my chest.
Sometimes life can change in an instant. Sometimes you can point to a single event and say, ‘That’s where everything changed.’ And sometimes the change is so gradual you don’t even realize it happened until you're looking in the mirror one morning and no longer recognize the person staring back at you.
My name was Rylie Stark. And I had everything.
The looks.
The money.
The brains.
The athleticism.
Even my very own Prince.
Everything, until . . .
The thing about being on top of the world is . . . it leaves you a long, long way to fall.
My name was Rylie Stark. And I had everything.
The looks.
The money.
The brains.
The athleticism.
Even my very own Prince.
Everything, until . . .
The thing about being on top of the world is . . . it leaves you a long, long way to fall.
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Author bio:
Jamie Canosa is a full time author of YA/NA literature, which she absolutely loves! When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, she can usually be found with her nose in a book. Jamie currently resides in upstate NY with her wonderful husband and three crazy kids . . . plus the cats, the dog, and the rabbit.
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