Stalk Me (The Keatyn Chronicles, #1)

But far, far away was the wrong thing to think as my mind is now dwelling on fairytales and true love’s kiss.

Pretty soon, I’m standing in front of his sister. She screams when she sees us. “Keatyn, I have been looking everywhere for you! Where has my brother been hiding you?”

“We were, uh . . . ”

Shit, where were we? I have seriously lost my freaking mind. And I may have to kiss him again to get it back.

I’m thinking.

It’s worth a shot, maybe?

“I made her go on the Ferris wheel with me first,” Aiden says, saving me.

“Bad boy.” She gives him a playful swat. “Well anyways, congrats!” Then a whole group of girls surround me. They scream, bounce up and down, and put red and yellow boas around my neck, a red-feathered crown in my hair, and then a banner across my chest, like I’ve just won Miss America. I look down at it, and it says, Dance Team in gold glittery letters. “You made it!” Then she pulls me in and whispers in my ear, “You also made varsity soccer, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

I’m really excited about that.

I’m now in a whirlwind of Congrats. All the girls are excitedly screaming and taking pictures.

Then we all get up on stage, the current dance team and us three newbies, all decked out ridiculously, and do the dance we learned today at tryouts. Peyton throws me pompoms, and I smile and dance while thinking about the craziness of today.

All I have to say is: boarding school is no day at the beach.

It’s way more exciting.





The End





Author’s note: If you loved this book, please consider reviewing it wherever you purchased it. When I get 50 reviews, I’ll post Polyvore boards of all the cool outfits Keatyn wears in this book. When I get 100 reviews, I’ll post a further sneak peek for book two. The sneak will include the Welcome Back Dance. (These will be posted on my blog.)





Keep reading for a sneak peek of book two.

The Keatyn Chronicles.

Kiss me.

Coming in December.





Friday, August 26th

Like freaking Prince Charming.

8:30pm





When I come off the stage, there is Dawson. Staring at me.

Uh, make that glaring at me.

I owe him an apology, so I walk straight up to him and say sincerely, “Hey, I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. It was kinda mean of me.”

“You were sticking up for my brother because of what I said about him being the imitation, right?”

“Yeah. He looked sad when you said it, and I just reacted. I’m sorry. Really.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was kinda mean if you don’t know us, but he and I joke about stuff like that all the time. Plus he’s my little bro. I have to give him shit.”

I nod.

He lowers his voice and says, “And you’re right about Whitney. I do like her. Speaking of that, the guys told me Riley said you didn’t really do anything in your dorm room.

“Yeah, I was trying to stand up for him.” I laugh.

“You should be careful of him. He’s got a way with the ladies.”

“So I’ve heard. I told him I’d do my best not to sleep with him, so we could stay friends.”

“Riley with a girl for a friend? Hell, if you can manage that, I will be thoroughly impressed. Congrats on dance team. It’s a big honor. All the hottest girls are on dance team, well except for Whitney.” He leans in close to me and whispers, “She doesn’t like to sweat.”

I can’t help but laugh and think about Vanessa. And then home.

And then I sort of feel like crying.

“Thanks.” I say, but what I’m thinking is I just want an Ambien and my pillow. I’m so tired and so on stimulatory overload.

But then Aiden saunters up to me, gives me a big hug — which nearly stops my heart from beating — and says, “Congrats. You looked really surprised. I pretty much told you that you made it on the Ferris wheel.”

“The Ferris wheel is sorta a blur,” I say without thinking.

“A good blur, I hope. Hey, there’s all your friends, worshipers, whatever. I think they all want to congratulate you.” He stops and kisses my hand.

Yes.

You heard that right.

He kissed my hand. Like freaking Prince Charming.

Then he says, “Don’t forget, you owe me a dance or two tomorrow.”

“I won’t,” I say breathlessly.

And then poof, he disappears into thin air.

And I wonder for a minute if he was actually real.

Can anyone else see this demigod?

Dallas, Riley, and all the freshmen boys I made friends with at orientation give me hugs, congrats, high fives, and pats on the back.

Dallas says, “You looked great up there. You hungry?”

I realize suddenly just how hungry I am. I was too stressed to eat dinner. “I’m starved! Let’s get something to eat.”

While I’m eating a freshly grilled Philly cheesesteak and homemade potato chips, Morgan comes trudging up to me, pushing a girl in front of her. The girl is also decked out in feathers.