Pieces of You and Me

This Entangled Teen Crush book contains references to drinking, addiction, and just the right amount of angst. You’ll want to save this tortured hero, while at the same time, not want to change a single thing about him!

A lot can change in five years…

Five years.

That’s how long I’ve been gone. Since I left my best friend—the girl I loved—behind.

Five seconds.

That’s how long it takes to realize I am completely, utterly, screwed. Because now that I’m back, my childhood crush has turned into so much more.

Rylee has changed. We both have. And now I’m drawn to her in a completely different way. To her smile. Her touch. To reliving old memories and making new ones. To the happiness she’s always given me that I haven’t felt since I left.

But her friends are hell-bent on keeping us apart. My dad is one drink away from destroying both of our lives, and maybe I am, too. It’s only a matter of time before I have to leave again, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I never get a choice.

The one choice I can make? Stay away from Rylee. Because if I don’t, I’ll break her heart—and mine—all over again.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Erin Fletcher. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Crush is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC.

Edited by Heather Howland

Cover design by Heather Howland

Cover art from iStock

ISBN 978-1-63375-625-0

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition April 2016

Chapter One

Rylee

Well, don’t keep me waiting, I said. Tell me the big news.

Mya shut her locker and turned to me with a smile. We have a new student starting today. A junior. People are losing their minds over this guy.

I cringed. There hadn’t been a new industry or even a new strip mall in Meridian Heights for years. Most people were looking for a way out of town, so for a new family to come in? Don’t you remember our last new student? That guy who intentionally started a fire in the chem lab on his second day? Such a mess.

Mya elbowed me. "From what I saw, this guy is a hot mess, too. Emphasis on hot. You should go to the office and volunteer to show him around. You’re our future valedictorian. Principal Lee probably already has you in mind for the Welcome Committee."

We don’t have a welcome committee. And besides, I’m not going to be valedictorian if I fail AP English.

Mya groaned. "You got a B plus on one test. You’ll live. Do you know how happy I would be with a B plus in non-AP English? Or any kind of B for that matter?"

I took the book I needed for first hour out of my locker. Maybe you should try studying more.

Before Mya could argue, D’Andre walked up, and the conversation was all but forgotten. Mya’s face lit up the same way it did every time since they started dating five months ago.

Shield your eyes, Dunn, D’Andre said, then handed Mya a single red rose and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Good morning, beautiful.

Mya squealed. It’s perfect! What’s this for?

Just because.

It really wasn’t fair. Not only was D’Andre the star of our school’s soccer team, but he was tall and handsome, all dark skin and bright smiles. Plus, he pulled just because stuff like that for Mya all the time. He needed to share the wealth. Or at least teach a Dating 101 class for the rest of his male classmates.

Maybe that was one thing to be hopeful about, whoever this new guy was. Maybe he’d bring the kind of romance and chivalry that was in such short supply in Meridian Heights.

You couldn’t have bought two roses? I asked.

D’Andre raised an eyebrow. For a friend?

Mine wouldn’t have to be red. Isn’t yellow the color of friendship? Aren’t we friends?

He laughed. Sorry. Next time. Yellow rose. Consider it done.

Rylee doesn’t need it, Mya said as she rolled the stem of the rose between her thumb and forefinger. The gorgeous new guy is going to buy her roses.

D’Andre scratched his chin. New guy? How do we know he’s good enough?

For the love of… "He’s not, I answered. I told you. I’m done with high school guys. I’m just biding my time until college. Hopefully a fellow Duke student."

When I was a freshman, I thought I wanted a high school boyfriend. But then I got one. Boyfriend One only wanted me to do his homework and watch him play video games. Boyfriend Two cheated on me and lied about it, even though I walked in on him and the other girl in action. Boyfriend Three panicked and bolted when I gave him a Valentine’s Day card because he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. College guys had to be better than that.

"You’re done with the old high school guys, Mya said. Not the shiny new ones."

The first bell rang, interrupting our conversation and scattering students in different directions.

I gotta talk to Mr. Green before class starts, D’Andre said. See you ladies at lunch?

Mya stood on her tiptoes and kissed her boyfriend. Thanks again for the rose.

D’Andre said good-bye and took off toward his classroom.

Come on. Mya grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall, barely giving me time to grab my bag. Let’s stop by the office on the way to class.

The office isn’t on the way to class, I argued.

It is today.

Mya ignored my complaints all the way from junior hall to the front of the building where the office, library, and cafeteria were located. A sulfurous smell wafted over from the cafeteria, indicating that eggs were on the breakfast menu, but probably not ones anyone would actually want to eat.

Mya peered in through one of the office windows. There he is. See? Gorgeous.

I just stood there with my arms folded across my chest, not about to get excited only to end up disappointed all over again. How great could a random stranger be, anyway?

Would you get over here? Mya hissed, tugging my arm hard enough to leave a bruise.

Ow! Not necessary, I said, but I peered through the window anyway.

Oh.

Oh.

The new guy stood at the front counter, filling out a giant stack of paperwork. Even though I couldn’t see his face, the back of his head, the slope of his shoulders, his whole body…all of it said Mya was right. The guy was gorgeous. The dark jeans and gray T-shirt he wore clearly highlighted both his height and athletic build. His hair was dark and the kind of messy that was intentional. The flip-flops on his feet were an odd choice for this weather, but I could look past that.

Well? Mya asked.

I don’t know, I said. I need to see him when he turns around.

Trust me. It’s worth the wait. But not now. Let’s go. If I get another tardy in first hour, I’m going to end up in detention.

I forced myself away from the window. Just the thought of a T going on my attendance record made my stomach flip over the already nauseating egg stench. If I don’t get into Duke because you made me check out some guy…

I’m pretty sure Duke isn’t going to check your attendance record. In order to get a thirteen-point-four or whatever ridiculously high GPA you have, they know you have to be in class.

Four-point-four, I said. Which was exactly the problem. Yes, I had the highest GPA in my class, but rumor had it that Duke University only took one new female student and one new male student per county in North Carolina per year. The rest of the admitted students were non-local, from places as close as Virginia and as far as China. Plus, I didn’t just need to be accepted, I needed a scholarship to help pay for the biomedical engineering degree I wanted. A degree like that would challenge me and allow me to make a difference far beyond college and, more importantly, away from Meridian Heights. I picked up my pace.

Mya jogged up beside me as she threaded the stem of her rose through the spiral of her notebook. Close enough, she said. So, are you volunteering to start Meridian’s first welcome committee? When are we going on a double date?

Don’t get your hopes up. We don’t know why he’s starting here in the middle of the year. We don’t know anything about him.

I’m making it your mission to find out, Mya said.

We almost ran into a freshman rushing in the opposite direction, a sure sign the bell was about to ring. I think you confused ‘your’ with ‘my.’ Let me know when you’ve got him figured out.

The bell rang. Crap. I turned toward my classroom and started running.

No one that hot can be a complete disaster, Mya called out.

Famous last words, I yelled back, and made it through the door just as the bell stopped ringing.

Chapter Two

Chase

All this time away from Meridian Heights, I’d expected something to change. Something besides the fact that my mom wasn’t here and had a shiny new husband, or that my dad was finally sober enough for me to step foot back in North Carolina. But everything else was pretty much how I remembered it. Same tiny town. Same nice people. Same cool air that smelled and tasted clean and fresh.

And somewhere, the girl who’d stolen my middle school heart was probably flipping through the worn pages of a graphic novel, living in the fictional worlds we’d loved to share.

At least this time I knew not to get too attached.

If I ever saw her again.

Maybe I’d get lucky and find out she moved away, too.

Mr. Walsh. Have a seat.

I did, but only after nudging the chair away from Principal Lee’s desk to put a few additional inches between us. No need for the formality. It’s Chase.

Mr. Lee quirked an eyebrow in my direction, then turned his attention back to the computer. First name basis, huh? He clicked a few times. Looks like you were on a first name basis with your recent principals, too. Every…wow, how many schools have you attended?

Awesome. This move was turning out to be just like all of the others, right down to the same questions all of the other principals had asked on my first day.

Nine in five years. Is that a new record? Do I win some kind of prize?

No prizes when your record looks like this. Truancy, alcohol on school grounds—

Which I wasn’t drinking. Check the record. The cops did a breathalyzer test. I still had no idea what was wrong with the machine that made it read point-zero-zero, but the least I could do was use that error to my advantage. The classmate who’d smuggled the vodka from his dad’s liquor cabinet hadn’t been so lucky.

Mr. Lee turned away from his computer and leaned on the desk, his hands folded like he was praying. That’s beside the point, Mr. Walsh. The point is that things are going to be different here at Meridian, right?

Yes, sir. I threw in a military salute for good measure.

We have a great team here. Guidance counselors, fantastic teachers, administrators who care about you.

Yeah. So did every single one of my other schools. Or so they claimed.

What can Meridian do to help you reach your potential?

A framed sign on the wall behind Mr. Lee’s desk touted Meridian High’s mission statement: Help All Students Reach Their Highest Potential. But there was an invisible asterisk next to the all. The school could only help if you were there longer than a few months. I wouldn’t fall into that all. But that wasn’t Mr. Lee’s fault.

No clue, I said. But if I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.

Mr. Lee ran a hand through his thin, gray hair and sighed. Let’s start by having our guidance counselor check in with you in a week or two. See how you’re doing. If you need anything before then, you can certainly stop by anytime.

I tapped my right flip-flop against the base of the desk. The wood was covered in scuffmarks from previous students who’d been in this same situation. Sounds like a plan.

Here’s your class schedule. A building map. A copy of the student handbook.

At least the class list wasn’t too demanding. Math, English, American History, Forensic Science. That one actually sounded kind of cool. And then there was—

Wait, what? Cabinetmaking? Is that seriously even a class?

It’s one of the few electives with seats available. Unless you’d like to take modern dance?

I pocketed the schedule. Cabinets it is.

Mr. Lee tapped his fingertips on his lips, then lit up like he’d just had the greatest idea in the world. I know. Let me call one of our students down to the office. She has the top GPA in your class and a great group of friends. I’m sure she can show you around. Make you feel comfortable.

Yep, this was going just like every other first day at school. The resident perfect student would show me around, tell me hey, we’re nice here, let me introduce you to some people. But I knew better. Even if I was welcome, I’d moved around often enough to know you didn’t get close to people when you never knew how long you’d stick around.

The good thing was that I’d done this often enough that I knew how to get out of it.

No need to break out the Welcome Wagon, I said. I’ll figure it out on my own. I got up and showed myself to the door.

Are you…are you sure?

I’m sure. I opened the door. That was the key to getting away fast. You just kept walking. Most people didn’t bother to stop you.

Mr. Walsh, you forgot your student handbook, Mr. Lee called.

No, I didn’t, I called back. It wasn’t like I was going to be here long enough to need it, and it wasn’t like I was going to follow it even if I was.

I walked out of the office and down the hall.

Meridian High wasn’t much different from Meridian Middle back in the day. Same industrial gray lockers. Same boring