Brielle Evans hides from a daunting past and it carries into her present.
Needless to say, she has her fair share of secrets and she'd like to keep it that way.
But then Jason Gray returns from a French foreign exchange school even hotter, even mor...
Formulas. They're the principles of life, or rather, the science of life. However, they're not always scientific. There are formulas for love, pain, laughter, almost everything we feel and do. But no formula could have prepared me for this.
~1 Month Ago~
"Soooo, what do you think?" Gia stepped out of the dressing room in a teal colored dress stopping at about mid thigh. It was light and airy with ruffled sheets of fabric overlaying the silk of the dress. Rhinestones studded the strapless upper section of the dress, accentuating the sweetheart neckline.
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"Cute, but don't you think it's a little early to be shopping for a Homecoming dress?" I asked skeptically.
"It's never too early," she said dreamily, twirling in front of the mirror of her dressing room. I rolled my eyes at her response. Gia was obsessed with shopping. She would drag me along on every one of her fashion adventures to the mall, but I typically didn't mind. Still, she could get a little off-task.
"Gia, we're here for me to get a pair of black jeans. How did we even end up here?" I gestured to the chandeliers dotted along the ceiling of the expensive dress shop. She shrugged.
"My bargain senses were tingling."
Another eye roll. I stood up from the waiting chair I was seated in and walked across the trendy decorated room to Gia, motioning to the price tag on the dress she was wearing.
"That's a lie. Do you even see some of the prices of the dresses here?"
Gia cocked her hip and pursed her lips, something she does when she's thinking.
"I'll just say it's a school expense and put it on Daddy's credit card." Her eyes didn't leave the mirror once as she said this. She came from a wealthy family (seeing as her Dad is the town mayor) and often splurged on shopping trips like this. Whatever she spent in a day, her dad earned in a hour. I was the same way for me since my mom is a neurosurgeon, but I didn't spend nearly as much as Gia. It's like the formula that opposites attract. I'm a saver, she's a spender. I have blonde hair, she has brown hair. She loves parties, I love school. Well, to be fair, I love both. We're so alike and yet so different. But our biggest difference is that Gia is spontaneous, and I'm...not. I love routine and control, knowing that things all happen for a reason and because of a formula. A determined equation and results. Ah, science, how I love thee.
Gia snapped her fingers in my face.
"HelloooOOOooo? Brielle!"
The sound of my name and her harsh snapping fingers brought me back to the present. Right, homecoming dress shopping. Wait, no, I was just telling her NOT to be homecoming dress shopping.
"Were you even listening to me?" Gia crossed her arms in front of me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Gia grabbed my hands and looked me in the eyes.
