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Special Chapter Rider's POV

Author's note: this chapter is written kind of in between chapters 10 and 11. I felt this was needed, again, to kind of help the story move along, but also give some insight into Sterling from someone else's perspective. This also will help with something that I'm planning later on. So bare with me. (:

Saturday night after I was rejected by Sterling, I dragged Flynn and Trystan back to my house for some major planning.

"You've got it bad don't you?" Trystan asks the next morning as the three of us are eating waffles.

I stop eating and look at him. "What?"

He rolls his eyes. "Sterling. You really like her, don't you?"

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Obviously, man. I'm asking her to homecoming."

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Just wondering. You've never done this for a girl."

I smile, just a little. "I know."

His face gets real serious. "Do you love her?"

I think for a second. "Almost," I say. "Almost."
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Trystan and I have gone to the mall, and he invited Brooklyn along to help me out.

She walks up to us eating lunch, pecks Trystan's cheek, and sits down. Then she grins at me. "What can I do for you?"

"What color is Sterling's dress?"

She smirks at me. "Why would you want to know?"

I roll my eyes. "So I know what color tie to get."

She raises an eyebrow at me. "And what makes you think she'll go with you?"

I grin at her. "Because the way I'm asking her is awesome."

She rolls her eyes. "Good luck. She's never said yes to a guy before."

I am seriously confused about that. "Please explain this whole thing to me." I say to her.

Trystan all of a sudden gets up. "And that's my cue to leave. I will go ahead to the tux place. I'll see you guys in a little while." And he's gone.

She turns to me. "This is going to take a minute, so get comfortable."

I lean back, but my mind leans in.

She takes a deep breath. "Sterling and I have been best friends since sophomore year. Inseparable. It took her six months to open up. Six months. Most people would have given up after two weeks. And in these years, I have learned a lot about her. Her expectations are high, but not really. She reads a lot of romance books, although she would never admit it. The hashtag goals on Twitter. She hates those things. We used to have this friend, who always wanted her boyfriend buying her shit. We're not friends with her anymore, because Sterling pretty much called her a bitch. Said she shouldn't want things. She should want attention. Anyway, she never says yes to the extravagant proposals, because she doesn't like it when people show off. She likes the little things. So if you're going to ask her, don't make it extravagant, make it, intimate, almost." I think she's done.

I look at Brooklyn, contemplating what to tell her. But it needs to be done. I look down at the table, gathering my courage, then look at Brooklyn. "I think I'm falling in love with her."

Her eyes go really wide. "What?"

I can't hide the confusion on my face. "I don't know how. I have never felt this way. I've always hated those couples that say they're in love after not even two months, but maybe that's because I've never felt it. She's the first girl that I want to really get to know. I want to know what makes her scream, what makes her cry, her favorite candy, if she snores, the movies that make her laugh the hardest, and her favorite color. I want to know it all. And to be quite honest, it scares the absolute shit out of me. Because I don't want her to break my heart. But if someone does, I want it to be her that does it."