Avery Turner, a perfectionist with a double life, and Kyran Drake, a charismatic boy with secrets, find their fates intertwined when their secrets threaten to unravel their dreams-will they overcome their differences to protect their futures, or wil...
When you live an entire life based on expectations, you try very hard to break them. Otherwise, you would get stuck in limbo, trying to keep everybody happy and you lose your sanity.
Avery Turner does that.
She doesn't realize the weight of it, so she does it. She does it every single day. She seemingly sacrifices everything that could make her happy because she's obsessed with what everyone else thinks about her.
The most iconic part about it is, that she defends herself too! She acts as though her life depends on getting to Princeton, and getting her appreciation letters from all the teachers and her mother...
That's something that I can never get her to admit, even if the world came tumbling down before her.
She just wouldn't do it.
Avery was someone you just couldn't help but notice in a room. She was a firecracker, a montage of all the perfection a person can have. People envied her, some hated her because of how iconic she seemed.
Some admired her.
Many guys, I'll leave it at that.
Every time I saw her, I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Frustration, because she was someone my parents would love to have. Frustration, also because she seemed to be trapped in a never-ending cycle of trying to meet everyone's expectations.
She was a paradox, a contradiction wrapped in multiple layers. On the surface, she exuded confidence like she didn't care about the world at all. She probably didn't, to be fair. She tackled everything head-on with unwavering intelligence. But beneath that, there was more. There had to be much more to Avery Turner. I sensed some vulnerability, a longing maybe, to break free from everything.
I had known of Avery for years. Of course, I did. She had made her mark the second she entered this school, even if she remained blissfully unaware. There were moments when she let her guard down when she believed no one was looking. I caught such glimpses. Like, when she narrowed her dark amber eyes when was irritated. Or when she flipped the strands of her auburn hair back when they got in her face.
She was a true master at hiding her true feelings, burying them too far down. She never let anyone get close to her. It makes sense because people would either a) ridicule her or b) sabotage her.
People aren't very nice to those who don't suck up to them. Trust me, I know.
She was a force to be reckoned with and quite simply, I don't think even my parents call me out as much as she does. I find it unbelievably funny, and sometimes scary because damn, does that girl know how to scream.
