Series: Friends #3
Published by Self-Published on April 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Young Adult
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She’s all I could ever want…
I have a reputation around school. Cold. Untouchable. Unfeeling. Only one girl could ever make me want to change and that’s Amanda Winters. Too bad I broke her heart and drove her away.
So to get through the rest of my days in high school, I tell myself I need to focus on more important things. Like taking our football team to championships. Get accepted to the college of my choice. And finish my senior year without wanting to run away from my problems.
But your problems chase after you no matter where you go. And it’s a lot harder when you fight them alone. The longer I go without Amanda, the more I miss her. Her smile. Her laughter. The things she said. How she looked at me like I was the only person who mattered. The way she made me feel…
Why can’t I have everything, including the girl? I’m determined to make things right. And make Amanda mine…
Monica never disappoints me at all. Each of these books reminds me why I’m so happy I’m no longer in high school. lol Seriously, though, I feel like I’m back in high school while reading them. That’s what her writing does to you. It’s so descriptive and the characters are so real that you feel like you there with them. Drama and all.
We start off with Amanda being pissed off at Tuttle. Girl has every right to be. I swear that boy’s mouth needs to be stapled shut sometimes or someone needs to insert a mini-Alexis in him to speak for him. His big mouth doesn’t stop getting him in trouble either but it also gets much sweeter and we start seeing a side of him that I never thought I would see.
Amanda has come a long way from being the band geek. She’s still shy and meek but we see her coming into her own. She’s forming unlikely friendships and standing up to some bitches for herself. Her relationship with Tuttle is rocky but it’s beautiful once she gets past his facade.
Livvy is Livvy and I swear I sometimes wanted to throat punch her. I love that girl but ugh she’s so infuriating at times. I’m such a huge Livvy fan but she pissed me off so bad. I won’t say
much more. Ryan also was another but Ryan is Ryan. Soooooo…
There were two others that stood out to me above Livvy and Ryan though. First was Cannon. I need Cannon’s story like yesterday. I think I love him more than any of the other men and I’ve only seen a glimpse. I love broken boys and that boy is hiding something.
The next is Kyla. I know she wasn’t in the story a lot like Cannon but she has a story that needs to be told. A history that that will hurt but will also heal so many. I need her story. I need her voice to speak for me and for so many others.
The Friends Series are so much more than books about love, friendship, and drama. They’re eye-opening experiences of what teens go through in high school. From bullying, first love, alcohol to more sensitive topics about sex, virginity, and cheating.
Monica does an exceptional job tackling each subject with ease. Forever is a prime example of this. It’s nothing less than superb!
I’m walking through the senior parking lot when I spot Jordan standing near his black Range Rover, leaning against its side. He’s wearing a white Henley shirt, his arms crossed and his biceps bulging beneath the long sleeves. The breeze ruffles his dark hair across his forehead and he stares off into the distance, every inch the troubled, broody boy that he is.
He looks so freaking good, I’m momentarily distracted by him. I stop and stare, my lips parted, my breath becoming shallow. It’s still hard for me to believe that this guy, this gorgeous, sweet, annoying, smart, strong, wonderful, awful boy likes me. That he might even care about me.
“Hey.” His deep baritone knocks me from my daze, and I head over, stopping just in front of him. “Where’s Livvy?”
“She made last minute plans. With someone else.” I don’t say anything else. Livvy’s secret isn’t mine to tell, and I’m afraid if I start talking about it, I’ll get really pissed. So I leave it alone. “Guess I don’t need to drive your car after all, but thank you for offering. I sense it was huge deal.”
“It is,” he agrees, tipping his head toward me. “But you’re worth it.”
Oh. He says things like that and I’m left speechless.
“You don’t have any plans?”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling tongue-tied.
Jordan grabs my hand, lacing our fingers and giving them a squeeze. “Then let’s go to lunch together.”
“Don’t you want to stay here?” He usually does. He’s always out at the quad, holding court over his loyal subjects. I used to sit out there with him, with all of them, just basking in his presence. But once we had the so-called breakup of our so-called relationship, I stopped going. One, because I couldn’t stand to be near him knowing he wasn’t mine anymore. Besides, most everyone who would hang out with Tuttle is annoying. Frustrating. Awful.
All of the above.
“No, not if I can sneak off campus somewhere with you.” He tugs me closer, his expression serious, his voice low. “Let me treat you to lunch, Amanda.”
When he talks to me like that, looks at me like that, I tend to give in easily.
“Okay,” I say softly, a jolt pulsing through me when he runs his thumb over the top of my hand. Sometimes the simplest touch has the most devastating effect.