That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe (Abieville Love Stories #4)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Sara

Thirteen Years Ago: July

I had the best time at the 4th of July carnival today, especially on the Ferris wheel with Three. Ford kept cat-calling from the seat behind us, and now I can’t stop thinking this means Three likes me.

Ford wouldn’t be teasing him if he didn’t, right? Still, it’s probably stupid to get my hopes up. For one thing, I’ve only known Three a few weeks. For another, we’re leaving in August. So even if I can convince my parents to come back next summer, I won’t see him again for the rest of the year. I’ll be stuck at a stupid all-girls school.

Speaking of which, all the girls in Abieville like Three—and I do mean ALL. And I don’t blame a single one of them.

He’s sweet and fun and hilarious and—let’s be real—he’s super-hot. So this town is full of serious female competition, and they get to live here with him year-round. So what if I put myself out there and he rejects me? Is it crazy that I already feel like that might be a little crushing?

Yes, Sara. That’s crazy.

Anyway, I guess it doesn’t matter what Three thinks about me or if he ends up with some other girl, because—as my dad’s always reminding me—I’ve got big plans after high school, which means this thing I’m feeling for Three can’t go anywhere beyond friendship. Still, friends aren’t nothing. Friends can be great.

And I have a really good one here in Abieville.