Charley Rice has the guy all the girls want, but when swimming star, Dylan Sloan shows his true self, it’s Charley that pays the price.
Cash Montgomery comes to her rescue but Charley knows she needs to stand on her own and leave the small town of Grassy Pond to rediscover the girl she once was.
When Dylan resurfaces in her life she must decide if she will reveal the truth or keep Dylan’s secrets to herself. But if she reveals the truth will anyone be left standing by her side?
Trailer
As the bell rings for class, I cross my fingers that Dylan isn’t in it. Taking my seat, I watch the doorway for any sign of him. As the tardy bell rings, I know I’m in the clear. This pattern continues until lunch. Walking to the cafeteria I hear his voice but can’t see him. I can feel my heart beginning to thump harder and harder in my chest. When he comes into view, I think about avoiding him, but realize that will only show weakness. I look his way as he gives a sly grin. No words are exchanged, but I know that I will find a new route to the cafeteria for the next one hundred and eighty days.
After arriving in my final class of the day, I watch the clock, the hands move closer to three o’clock and as soon as the bell rings, I grab my bag thankful that the day went smoothly. I breathe a sigh of relief that Dylan acted as if our breakup was just a typical breakup, and didn’t make a scene. As I make my way to the parking lot to meet my sister I notice Piper is at my side as we cross the parking lot.
“Girl! It’s day one and I’m already ready for summer!” she says.
“Me too! Can you believe they made us start on a Friday? Craziness!”
“I know right? What you got planned tonight?”
“I think Cash and I are just gonna go fishin’ tonight. Why?”
She starts to laugh. “That what they call it these days?”
“Piper, you know better than that! We’re just friends. He’s been there when I’ve needed him.”
As Piper begins to flex her biceps she says, “Char, I know I don’t have big strong muscles but I could been there more when y’all broke up. I mean that’s what friends are for.”
After arriving in my final class of the day, I watch the clock, the hands move closer to three o’clock and as soon as the bell rings, I grab my bag thankful that the day went smoothly. I breathe a sigh of relief that Dylan acted as if our breakup was just a typical breakup, and didn’t make a scene. As I make my way to the parking lot to meet my sister I notice Piper is at my side as we cross the parking lot.
“Girl! It’s day one and I’m already ready for summer!” she says.
“Me too! Can you believe they made us start on a Friday? Craziness!”
“I know right? What you got planned tonight?”
“I think Cash and I are just gonna go fishin’ tonight. Why?”
She starts to laugh. “That what they call it these days?”
“Piper, you know better than that! We’re just friends. He’s been there when I’ve needed him.”
As Piper begins to flex her biceps she says, “Char, I know I don’t have big strong muscles but I could been there more when y’all broke up. I mean that’s what friends are for.”
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.
When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading. That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.
When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.
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