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Secrets. Alison Prescott has collected a boatload of them in her short lifetime. Moving to a new school in a new town was supposed to fix everything; however, when she meets a new set of friends, keeping those secrets might just ruin everything.
Chad Dourozette has the world by the tail as his crazy T-shirts proclaim every day, but Chad has deeply held secrets of his own. When Chad meets Alison whose life looks absolutely perfect from the outside, will he have the courage to try to win her heart, or will the secrets they both carry keep them apart forever?
Excerpt:
Chad was busying working on his history assignment when the email jangled. Probably spam, but he fished for the mouse anyway. Joy surged in him when he realized it was her. He spun toward the computer and clicked on her message.
I thought the public schools weren’t supposed to talk about God. Did someone not read this very closely? Alison
It was the topic that most intrigued him about her. Well, one of them. He typed his reply like lightning.
I think He’d be pretty hard to take out of everything, considering He’s in everything. C
Why she couldn’t really tell, but Alison hadn’t expected this. Concern surged.
Are you sure we should be talking about this? Won’t they come and suspend us or something? Alison
That intrigued him further. She didn’t hold the public schools in very high regard in at least this area.
You act like Big Brother is watching. Was it that bad at your old school? C.
Alison laughed out loud at that and then stifled it. The last thing she needed was her parents on her case about spending too much time on the computer. She hunched forward and quickly typed her reply.
My “old school” was St. Ann’s Catholic Academy. Does that answer your question? Alison
“Ah,” Chad said when he read it. That made a little more sense. He nodded the information into his spirit even as he typed.
Private school. Impressive. I guess Jefferson must be a pretty big switch for you then. C
He waited only a few minutes before her reply came in.
Big switch? There’s an understatement. St. Ann’s only had 80 kids—all girls—9th through 12th. And God was on every wall and every locker. Here, I’m a little scared of the guy in the locker two down from me. He wears a black trench coat and a spike through his eyebrow. Shades of Columbine, me thinks. It would really freak me out if I let it, so I try not to think about it. Alison
Chad thought about the message. She was scared. That much was clear. However, what struck him was the understanding that she had a locker somewhere in the school. He hadn’t really thought about that.
You know fear will do funny things to you if you let it. You and spike-eyed guy are from two different worlds. He’s got issues. You’ve got other issues. Who knows you might get paired with him next time and find out you have a lot more in common than you think. So what do you do to not think about being scared? Are you in anything besides English? C
He wanted to know where he could look for her when Monday came. His heel bounced on the ground waiting for her reply. After several minutes, he hoped she hadn’t just bolted. However, just as he thought it, the bells sounded. He clicked over on her message, knowing he should be getting some history done, but not really caring.
I don’t know about having anything in common with him. He’s seriously scary, but I guess I see what you mean. Listen, I have to go. If you want to talk some more, send something. I’ll try to get back on later, but no promises. Alison
Chad knew it was silly to be disappointed, but he still was. It occurred to him then that they hadn’t talked all that much about the assignment or the reading. Seeing that as his opening, he typed a few lines and then reluctantly went back to history.
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