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289 pages, Paperback
Published February 22, 2021



It's not what fate had in mind. It's the ending we never saw coming. Maybe sometimes you see the twist, and sometimes it catches you by surprise. Whichever way you get there, whatever path it takes, the best kind gives you exactly what you've always wanted.
No more fear, no wrong choices. A love that started in a junkyard and ended up a happily ever after.

I tried to be good. I fought what was happening as long as I could. We were only friends-it was never meant for forever.
Until I broke the ultimate rule of friendship.
I fell in love.

"We've been through hard times. Even when it fells like the end, we manage to come back."
"If the world were ending, you could come back to me."
"I would." He pulls me close again, exhaling. "And I'd never leave."

I can't do this. I can't fall for him. I'm not the quiet, bookish librarian-type who falls for the superhot, all-American football star.
At least I never was before.

"Go far, brave knight!" She holds the small pink football at her chest like she actually knows what she's doing.
Go far? I don't know what to make of it, so I jog away from her a little distance as she hoists the ball with all her strength, kicking out her leg in the back like a ballerina.
The ball curves in a short arc, and for the second and the half it has air, it actually turns in a spiral before bouncing off the ground between us.
Melody looks at it with so much disappointment, like it's her first incomplete pass.
"That's okay!" I jog forward, scooping it off the ground and carrying it to her again. "We're just getting warmed up."
...
"Okay." She exhales heavily, lifting the ball to her chest again. "Go far!"
This time I only take one step back as she throws it with all her strength. It makes the tiniest spiral, and I scoop it up before it hits the ground, running to the other end of the field and waving my arms like an idiot.
"Touchdown!" I yell, and she throws both fists over her head, jumping up and down.
Then she stands perfectly still and screams at the top of her lungs.
My heart plunges, and I run to her at top speed, dropping to my knees and catching her waist. "What's the matter? Does something hurt?"
I look all around her face, her small body, wondering how you know if someone's appendix has burst.
She stops screaming and calmly takes the football.
"That's what the cheerleaders do."
She nearly made my heart stop. Turning, she prances away, golden curls bouncing around her shoulders, and I do my best to resume normal breathing.
We're not in control of anything, but if we do our best and act with pure motives, somehow it all turns out right.
At least that's what they say.

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