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Chapter 1: Pierce (special preview!)
I am a normal girl. Well, almost normal. I ride a night dragon named Starfall to school every morning and she flies back. I always walk home with my best friend, Carly. But today is a special day. My first day of high school! I just broke up with my 4th middle school boyfriend, so maybe I’ll have a date to the prom this year! But for now, I REALLY want to see my locker (always next to Carly) and show Starfall the new path to school! I hopped on her saddle from my bedroom window and directed the way. When I arrived in a swoop landing, the kids oohed and aahed. Carly’s blonde hair streaked through the air and she jumped up to hug me so tightly she could lift me up and squeeze my guts out! She storked the turquoise tips of my black hair and brushed the dust off my lavender sleeveless shirt. “Hi!” I squealed.

“Ohmygosh hi! We have new lockers and new teachers and new people and new boys and-”

“Hey, slow your roll there, bro. We gotta get inside before we talk. People are already getting in!”

Her pink skirt and blue top fluttered in the wind alongside my shirt, black leggings, and lime fingerless gloves. She held the left door and I held the right, pushing the doors open together. We started decking out our lockers instantaneously. Carly had a Liv And Maddie poster and I had a Victorious poster. I had a dark-pink framed mirror and Carly’s was framed with purple rhinestones. I had a big lime, cursive, glowing sign (like the ones in plazas) that said “Ace” at the top of the inside of my locker. She had one that said Carly that was in hot pink. I was looking around, and a scarlet tee with black jean shorts caught my eye. I started to stare at his shiny brown hair and sparkly blue eyes. “Hello? Alyssa Faith Johnson, what are you staring at- or WHO?”

“NOTHING, Carly Dahlia Lee.”

“Oooh, A-ace, is it that boy over there with the bright red shirt?”

“Fine. But you gotta admit, he’s SO hot.”

“Yeah… I dare you to go talk to him.”

“Oh god, save me. I’ma probably just mess up! But you know, Ace Johnson always keeps her word, so I will go talk to him.”

I stepped slowly to the boy, uncomfortably knowing Carly was watchin’, and she was watchin’ SHARP. When I reached his locker, I tried my best to look chill. I knew I probably looked stupid.

“Hey.”

He said something to me!

“Who are you?”

Aaaand Ace is bein’ stupid. Very, VERY predictable.

“My name is Pierce. I’m a new student.”

“I am too! Oh, and I’m Alyssa, but you can call me Ace most of the time.”

“Sup, Ace?”

“So, tell me some cool things about yourself.”

God, now what if he asks me that??

“My best friend’s name is Ian, I turn 16 in 6 months, and my favorite color is red. How about you?”

Dang it!

“My best friend’s name is Carly, I ride to school on a dragon, and my favorite color is black.”

“You’re a dragon rider??? Ace, that makes you more awesome and pretty than you already are! Aaaand I’m gonna shut up now.”

“Actually, I have to go get my history books for class. See you.”

“Bye.”

I sprinted excitedly back to the Alyssa F. Johnson locker.

“He called you awesome and PRETTY!”

“I know! Pierce likes me and doesn’t know I like him!”

“You gotta tell him.”

The bell rang and saved my life. Time for first period- history.

I was bored outta my mind. History is TORTURE. Instead of drawing a diagram of the ships, I drew a picture of my hands on Pierce’s shoulders and his hands on my hips, staring as if we were about to kiss.

After history, I of course wanted to see Pierce- and NOT tell Carly. I knew she would see it and get mad, but sometimes she’s just NOT the best of people for crush situations. To be honest, she’s probably had much less crushes and boyfriends and dates than I have. And much more breakups than I have. Sometimes people use her as a joke. And sometimes those people get punched in the face. I sent her a pic of my drawing after she sent me a pic of hers- me and her sitting on my dragon side by side smiling. She texted, “You really like this guy!”

I heard a familiar sigh.

I knew Carly would make a big deal before.

When I sent her a clip of the sigh, she texted a clip of her saying, “Dun dun DUUUUUN!”

I had to tell him. If Carly were with me, she would say, “Good Ace. Go.”

I turned and walked to him with passion.

“Yo, Pierce!”

“Ay, Ace!”

I laughed at his little copycat joke, then said:

“There’s somethin’ I gotta tell you.”

“There’s somethin’ I gotta tell YOU.”

“I like you, Alyssa.”

“I like you, Pierce.”

Carly squealed. Oh boy. I know she couldn’t help it.

We jerked our heads toward her locker.

She bolted toward the bathroom.

“Oh, classic Carly,” I teased.

We looked at each other and laughed.