Falling For You

By Ashelyn Drake

Seventeen-year-old Meg Flannigan is recovering from a broken heart. The last thing she wants or needs is another relationship. Or so she thought. Asher Davidson isn't like Meg's cheating ex-boyfriend. Ash is so sweet and patient with Meg. Maybe too patient. But he might be exactly what she needs to heal and discover herself again.

Find out how it all began in this prequel novella to Perfect For You.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashelyn Drake
• Release date: Jul 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310457616

Ashelyn Drake

Ashelyn Drake is a New Adult and Young Adult romance author. While it’s rare for her not to have either a book in hand or her fingers flying across a laptop, she also enjoys spending time with her family. She believes you are never too old to enjoy a good swing set and there’s never a bad time for some dark chocolate.

Book preview

One

Finding out your boyfriend is leaving you by catching him with his tongue down another girl’s throat in front of your locker is pretty much the most humiliating way to get dumped. It’s been over a year and a half, and I still see it every time I look at my locker. That constant reminder that I wasn’t good enough.

Have you seen him today? Grayson slams her back against the locker next to mine. A far-off look of pure bliss washes over

her

face

.

I don’t need to ask who she’s talking about. Andre has been the only guy on her mind for weeks. Not yet. I shove my lunch inside my locker and shut the door. Are we still on to hit this afternoon?

Grayson stands up straight and looks down at her feet. Can we skip today?

She’s been on my case about helping her improve her tennis game in time to make varsity next year. "You want to skip practice?" This isn’t like her

at

all

.

It’s just that I heard Andre was going to be at the diner after school. I was hoping to accidentally run into him on purpose. She peeks up at me, her brow furrowed, waiting for my reaction.

No problem. I’ll work on my serve and run some laps. She might be boy crazy right now, but I’m not jeopardizing my senior year for her new crush.

She grabs my forearm and gives it a squeeze. You’re the best, Meg. Seriously.

I start toward my Algebra II class when Noah Turner walks right in front of me. As always, he doesn’t notice me. But why would he? He’s Noah Turner, the guy every girl at Treemont High wants to date. He could have his choice of anyone at this school, which is why he’d never pick me. I let my hair fall in front of my face like a blond curtain hiding my pain. I don’t need a guy right now. I have to focus on tennis and my upcoming senior year. I nod to myself.

You hearing music in your head or something? Grayson asks. "Nodding to

the

beat

?"

Yeah, something like that. If it was the most depressing never going to love again ballad. Definitely sounds like a country song, and I don’t really care for country music, so I shake myself out of it and raise my head again.

Asher Davidson and some of the football players are talking at the end of the hall, right outside my Algebra class. Ash looks up, and his big brown eyes meet mine. We’ve talked more than a few times, since we have some friends in common, and he always smiles at me in the halls. And every time he does, I remind my heart to beat normally, because I don’t need a guy in my life

right

now

.

Hey, Meg. Ash readjusts the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and separates from his group.

Well, that’s my cue, Grayson says, giving me a wave and walking away. She might as well wink or shove me into Ash’s arms for how subtle she’s being. She’s been trying to convince me to go for Ash for weeks now. Right around the time she started following Andre around like a lost puppy.

Hey, Ash. I meet his gaze, unable to turn away—though not from lack of trying.

You heading to the courts this afternoon? Ash and the football team usually pass by the courts on their runs, so he always sees me there.

Yeah. Gray ditched me, but I’ll be there.

I was thinking of taking up tennis one of these days. Ash looks down, and his cheeks redden. Suddenly, I’m looking at my feet, too, because I’m not ready for where this is heading.

The warning bell rings, signaling we have one