Before Someday- Part One: The Wait: Double Threat Series, #5

By Julie Prestsater

Before Someday is the perfect combination of sweet and sexy, humor and angst, and a whole hell of a lot of love. Alex is the irresistibly sexy and charming guy who Meg falls madly in love with her freshman year. There is just one problem. He’s going off to college and she’s still in high school. 

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In the Double Threat series, you were captivated by the sassy wit of Megan Miller and the heartwarming romance she shared with the guy who stole her heart and took off with it four hundred miles away. You wondered what Alex was up to while he was away at college. You questioned what he was thinking the night they played strip Twister. And you were dying to find out what the hell he could possibly see in Amy. Now’s your chance to find out when you read Alex Aguilar’s point of view in Before Someday. Alex tells all about finding the one in this Double Threat novel.

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Before Someday- Part One: The Wait is the first of four parts to be available. 

Part Two: The Moment will be available on March 20, 2015. 

Part Three: The Hold will be available on March 25, 2015. 

Part Four: The Forever will be available on March 29, 2015. 

Before Someday, the complete novel with all four parts will also be available on March 29, 2015. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julie Prestsater
• Release date: Mar 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781502217103

Julie Prestsater

Julie Prestsater is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes both adult and young adult romantic comedies. Julie is a high school educator by day, and a writer by night. When she's not writing, she can be found out and about with her family, reading, and watching football. As a reading intervention specialist, she prides herself on matching her students with great books to encourage them to become life-long readers. The Double Threat Series So I'm a Double Threat, #1 Double Threat My Bleep, #2 Double Time, #3 Double Threats Forever, #4 The Double Threat Box Set Before Someday- Part One: The Wait, #5 Before Someday- Part Two: The Moment, #6 Before Someday- Part Three: The Hold, #7 Before Someday- Part Four: The Forever, #8 Before Someday- Alex Tells All, #9 The One for Me- Ben's Story (coming someday in the future) Losing It: A Collection of V-Cards The Against The Wall Series Against The Wall, #1 Between The Sheets, #2 Straddling The Edge, #3 Playing Chase, #4 Against The Wall: The Complete Series The Fire Me Up Series Tell Me You Love Me, #1 Tell Me You Want Me, #2 Hearts Afire. #1 (Fire Me Up-Hope Falls crossover) Love Remains, #2 (Fire Me Up-Hope Falls crossover) Tell Me You Need Me, #3 (Coming later on) Tell Me It's Forever, #4 (Coming down the road) Standalone Titles Without You More Than a Friend Request You Act So White Visit Julie on Twitter (@juliepbooks), Facebook.com/juliepbooks (search for Double Threat Novels or Julie Prestsater --send her a friend request), and check out her website (juliepbooks.com).

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Dedication

For Samantha

Part One- The Wait

Chapter 1

Did you get a look at the fresh meat in there?

It’s not the first time we’ve set eyes on a new crop of freshmen. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that from one of the guys either. And I know it won’t be the last.

Hell yeah, Ben says. Once school starts, I think I’ll call dibs on one of them.

Figures. What a dick. By the time the year is over, he’ll probably have called dibs on each and every one. That’s how Ben is when it comes to girls—perpetual flirt, never one to stick with one chick. Mom calls him the heart breaker, a charmer. He’s good-looking and he knows it. Girls don’t stand a chance against him. One of these days a girl isn’t going to fall for his shit. She’s going to give him a run for his money and he’s going to be whipped. He won’t know what the hell to do with himself and I’m going to laugh my ass off. I can’t wait to call him a pussy like he calls me.

There you have it. According to my best friend, I’m a pussy. A vagina. A fucking cunt. A twat. What else has Ben called me? Pick your favorite word for pansy. Because I believe in love, he thinks I’m a total sucker. Apparently, believing in love isn’t normal for a seventeen-year-old straight dude. While most guys my age are looking to get laid and running from girls who just want to hold hands and go to the movies, I’m all about finding someone to truly love. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a guy. Getting laid ranks right up there with jacking off every day, but sleeping around doesn’t appeal to me. Call me old-fashioned, or a bitch, all you want—sex means more to me than blowing my load.

Well, shit, it’s easy to believe in love in my house. My dad found my mom in high school. My grandpa found my grandma when they were teenagers, too. The men in my family have never been ashamed to tell everyone about how they fell head over heels in love at such a young age. I certainly wouldn’t call Dad or Gramps pussies, that’s for sure. They’d both show me how much of a pussy they aren’t—with Gramps’s bad hip and all. Ben should get it. It’s not like he comes from a broken home. His parents were high school sweethearts, too.

It’s not like Alex is looking, Ben says. He’s too busy trying to figure out if Lydia is the one. He hangs his air quotes on the one, his facial expression that of disgust.

I don’t tell him this, but I’ve pretty much discovered Lydia is not the one. If I have to take time to figure it out, that says it all. I like the girl. I just don’t see us lasting much longer. She’s not all that into me either. I’m just another notch on her black studded belt. She’s far from what the guys would call a pussy. Lydia doesn’t have any interest in finding love. She’s more interested in kissing as many frogs as possible. She might find her prince sometime in grad school at the rate she’s going. But if you asked her she wouldn’t complain. She’s having a lot of fun doing it. Hell, maybe she belongs with Ben. They’re definitely the mirror image of each other in the dating department.

You guys ready for a game of pool? My soon to be ex-girlfriend pokes her head out from the screen door and calls out to us in the backyard. The guys always end up out here to get away from Lydia and her squealing friends. When they’re done gossiping and talking shit about everyone, Lyd usually summons us inside. I guess they’re ready.

Sounds good. I stand. I gotta take a leak first.

The guys and I make our way inside and I head down the hall for the restroom.

Lydia’s sister Steph and her friends are in her bedroom. The door is cracked and I can hear them talking. I don’t plan on listening, but I hear my name.

Your turn, Meg. Who do you think is cuter? Alex or Ben? one of the girls asks. Sounds like Stephanie. I’ve been around her enough to know that voice. She’s always so animated and loud.

Alex. Meg doesn’t hesitate and that makes me smile in triumph. Take that, Ben Calloway. The little freshman thinks I’m cuter. I happen to think she’s the cutest of her friends, too. She’s actually quite beautiful. And what’s even better is she has no idea how beautiful she is.

I remember the first time I saw her; she had her hair in a messy ponytail. It had been kind of sagging to the side and hair was falling out all over the place. She wasn’t wearing any makeup either, which was a nice change of pace from most girls I know. Her attire included fuzzy pajama pants with yellow happy faces on them and a big T-shirt. I was picking up Lydia and she was at their house for a sleepover with Steph. Most girls would have made a quick getaway into the room if a guy walked in. Not Meg. Her cheeks flushed pink for a moment, then she waved at me, and continued watching a movie. I thought it was cool. Different.

So I went into the living room where she sat and plopped myself next to her on the couch while I waited for Lydia to do only God knows what. There were other places to sit, but the spot right next to Meg appeared so damn inviting.

Where’s Steph? I asked her, digging my hand into the bowl of popcorn that sat in her lap. We both shoved some popcorn in our mouths at the same time.

Some of it spilled from her lips as she tried to reply, Taking a shower.

I grabbed another handful.

Help yourself, she said, a half-smile spread across her soft face. "You kinda remind me of Ashton Kutcher in What Happens in Vegas right now."

It took me a second to recall the movie. When I did, I told her, Except we’re not married and I’m not shoving popcorn down my pants. Her eyes widened as she looked back and forth from my face to my fly. Or maybe you wouldn’t mind eating out of here? I don’t know why I joked with her like that; it’s not like me to be so crude.

She sure as hell surprised me with her comeback, though. A little ball sweat never hurt anyone. And then she grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl and shoved it into her mouth, some toppling out again. It was the funniest moment ever, leaving us both laughing until my sides hurt. In that moment, there was no doubt in my mind I liked this girl and wanted to get to know her better.

What are you wearing on the first day of school? another girl asks, pulling me from my memory. Probably the tall blonde. I bet she plans out her wardrobe at the beginning of every week. From what I’ve seen, she’s the polar opposite of Meg. All the guys are going to be checking us out. We need to make sure we look good.

Seriously? I roll my eyes. I can’t remember what Lydia was wearing five minutes ago, yet I remember the freshman was wearing pajama pants last week. Shows how much guys really care about clothes. That’s my cue to leave.

Who the hell cares, Amy? I’d hope a guy would like me for more than my fashion sense. That was Meg again. Good girl. I stay put for a minute longer.

You would say that, Meg. Look at you. Catty, catty. Not my thing. Girls are evil.

I’m out, before I walk into that room and say something I shouldn’t.

I head to the bathroom instead. Lydia is probably wondering where I am. Actually, probably not. I don’t