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 people tell me that I'm moody, I snap at them. They seem to immediately think that this is the ultimate proof that I'm a moody guy in his teenage crisis spectrum when I'm simply not in the mood to be called moody. Some may blatantly disagree.
This was exactly what Max told me when he was at the other end of the room while Avery was busy on her long one-hour shift at Ms. Walton's office. We were supposed to be at the mall by now, getting coffee but duty called and Avery had vanished into the dangerously dark realms of Ms. Walton's reception work.
"The love of your life will be here in half an hour, calm down," Max exclaimed, a playful smirk on his lips. "I know all about your history with her. Perks of being your best friend."
"She's not the love of my life. She's helping me and I'm helping her. Not that deep," I replied, gazing over the room to see if she was going to arrive anytime soon.
Max chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, sure. Deny it all you want, Kyran."
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to argue further. Max always had a knack for teasing me about my relationship with anyone, even when there was nothing noteworthy. Sure, Avery and I had a strong bond, but it was purely platonic.
"Avery and I are going to get coffee."
"Like a date?" Max asked, his grin growing wider. "Understandable. If I were you, I'd totally take Avery out."
"No. It's a friendly outing. Like, when friends go outside and you hang out with them... you know what I mean?" I explained.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Avery emerged from the depths of the office, her smile brightening the room as she approached us. "Sorry for the wait, Kyran. Ms. Walton needed me to fix some last-minute stuff for the fair."
"No problem, Everly. I was just keeping Kyran company," Max said with a mischievous grin, earning a shove from Avery.
"My name is Avery and Kyran, could you not feed people wrong information?" she said, her arms folded.
"Sorry, Aves. I couldn't help but let it slip when I was expressing my undying love for you," I teased, earning a mock gasp.
"Is that so? Well, I hate to break it to you, Kyran, but I'd rather be in love with a monkey," Avery replied.
