He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

You must read "A Quarter Mile Away" before reading "Full Speed Ahead." This is the second instalment (sequel) for AQMA ** This will make absolutely no sense if you read this one first. ** #1 - First Person Point of View ~~~~~~~~~~ "She may be A Quarter Mile Away, but I'm catching up to her. Full Speed Ahead." - Jaxon ~~~~~~~~~~ When Avery and Alena moved to this new town, they were supposed to keep their heads down and stay out of trouble. Until she met Jaxon. Before Jaxon entered her life, Avery was always A Quarter Mile Away from everything and everyone. She tried so hard to escape her past but it all came crashing down on her, now forcing her out of her comfort zone. The biggest challenge? Facing all of her fears alone, Full Speed Ahead. ~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright: © 2017 Claireaabell All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

I look at the little stick that is showing me my future. A pack of sour patch kids in my hand and water in the other. I put the stick on the toilet seat waitng for my future to be told by a one little sign. The timer goes off, letting my frantic mind go crazy. I look at the stick and my stomach drops. There it is. A small little black plus sign