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Who We Were

“Who we were had washed away with the summer. Who we are was yet to be seen.”
Summer school at Alcott High was only supposed to gain Sadie Peters extra credit, nothing more. Her goal wasn't to make friends, or gain the attention of the most popular football player, yet she managed both. Her life was cruising along on course ... until that summer.
Could a simple stint in a different school change her identity completely and introduce her to love for the first time? How would that affect her relationship with Lily, her best friend?
Hopefully their friendship was strong enough to make it through the tumultuous summer. Sadie learns that great things come with change, but sometimes memories of the past are hardest to part with. 

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 Talking with him wasn’t comfortable, and I blamed Lily for that. She ruined my night, therefore ruining my chances with Nash. He leaned in and rested his chin on the top of my head. It actually wasn’t weird. Then he kissed it.
“Wanna walk down to the water for a minute? It’s too loud here,” he whispered in my ear.
I actually would like nothing more, so I nodded and he took my hand. We walked past groups of people, and I felt their eyes on us. I didn’t look at them, I just watched Nash pull me behind him. Finally we reached a lake that I had no clue existed here behind the house. He let go of my hand and jumped onto the dock then helped me up. A white boat sat next to it, and it bobbed side to side.
“Whose house is this?” I asked dumbfounded.
Nash laughed. “It’s Oliver’s house.”
Of course it was. Only Oliver would have a house like this. And I remembered Nash telling me about Oliver’s family’s boat. So this was what it was like to be rich. You threw huge parties and made out with girls on your own dining room table. I shook the thought away and fought to focus on Nash. He sat down on the worn dock, and I sat carefully next to him.
“I’m really glad you came, Sadie.”
He looked at me intently, his eyes boring into my soul. He looked at me like this at the ice cream shop. It was either his signature move or he was really into me.
I bit my lip and said, “I’m glad I came too. Parties aren’t usually my favorite thing to do.”
He cocked his head. “I thought you went to Ridgeline parties.”
I did say that didn’t I? “Oh yeah, I mean I do. But it’s not my favorite thing to do on a Friday night.”
“So what would you rather do?” He seemed to get closer to me, but I didn’t see him move. He ran his fingers through his spiky hair. It had a mind of its own, his hair. It was naturally spiked without gel while his brother’s hair was unruly and slightly curly. I wanted to touch Nash’s hair and perhaps run my own fingers through it.
I tried to focus on his question, but his pure beauty was making that really hard.
“I like to watch movies. I read a lot too,” I said lamely. He probably thought reading was archaic and movies were boring. If I had to guess, I’d say Nash’s life was a constant party. That and football.
“I try to avoid books if I can,” he laughed. I was right. “But I love going to the movies. My favorite movie is Thor.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Of course his favorite movie was about a bad-ass wielding a hammer.
“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at Thor?” He joked.
“Yes, actually I am.”
He leaned into me and tickled my stomach. I flew back and laughed. He knew exactly where to tickle me too. “Thor is a barbarian,” I said when he stopped. That seemed to get him going, and he lifted me up and carried me to the grass. He straddled me and pinned my helpless arms under his knees. Damn he was strong!
“Now, say Thor is a god, and I will not tickle you,” he ordered.
I shook my head. “Nope. I won’t say it.”
“I warned you, Sadie.” He went straight for the soft spot of my belly and tickled me until I thought I was going to cry. When he stopped and looked up, I turned my head to see what distracted our tickle fest. It was Kyleigh speed walking toward us. Nash let my hands free and leaned back into the grass. I rolled over and sat up.
“Sadie,” she said when she reached us. She was out of breath and held out a finger asking for a minute. “Your little friend, Leslie, she said to come get you. She’s sick.”
“Yeah, she did a whole shit load of shots and a keg stand. She fell on the ground, and now she’s puking. She can’t even stand up.”

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