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Part One
The Past
Nell
Chapter 1: BFF…Or BF?
September
I wasn't always in love with Colton Calloway; I was in love with his younger brother, Kyle, first
Kyle was rew up next to the Calloways Kyle and I were the saiven birth to us in the same hospital, two rooms apart, two days apart Kyle was the older one, h for Kyle to get big head about it and tease me mercilessly We played in the same Pack-N-Play in his mom’s house as babies We shared blocks and dolls (Kyle played with dolls as much as I did until ere three or so, which I in turn teased hiether; ressether We were best friends before anything else It was always kind of assued, necessarily, just…assuressman; My dad, the CEO, the über-successful businessether? Well, duh I ant, or whatever, but it’s just the truth I’m not perfect, obviously I have soht, andfor my frame, but whatever I knohat I look like, but I swear I’m not vain about it
We weren’t aware of those assumptions until our sophomore year We’d been friends until that point, best friends, but just friends I was never a boy-crazy type of girl My conservative father wouldn’t have allowed it, for one thing, and I wasn’t permitted to date until I was sixteen anyway So then, the week after my sweet sixteen, Jason Dorsey asked me out Jason is the runner-up to Kyle’s bid for complete perfection He’s blond where Kyle is raven-haired, a race, and Jason isn’t quite as sht be biased
I didn’t even hesitate when Jason asked if he could take ht? Just about every girl atthem out, and I was BFF’s with Kyle, and had a date with Jason He did it at my locker, which was always a busy spot, so it was a public thing Everyone saw, and they were all so jealous, let me tell you
I met Kyle at his souped-up Camaro after sixth period like always, and we took off, tires squealing Kyle tended to drive like he was in a high-speed chase, but he was a very skilled driver, so I never freaked His dad hadby an actual FBI agent, so Kyle could out-drive most of the cops at the local PD
“Guess what?” I asked, excited, as Kyle drifted a wide left turn onto the dirt road leading to our neighborhood Kyle shot rabbed his bicep and squeezed, squealing, “Jason Dorsey asked ht!”