Love Story

Ivy Wilson wanted nothing more in life than to have an epic love story that would have people talking long after she's left the small town she grew up in-maybe even long after she's dead. But when the boy she would have play the male lead in her real life love story falls for the wrong girl (aka her best friend/worst enemy Saundra Flanders) Ivy is left with no choice but to settle for Shane Carmichael...but he isn't going to make things easy for her.


There were many things that could be the cause of Ivy Wilson's fury. She could easily think of four off the top of her head. 1) Her pants were tighter today than they were a week ago; 2) the cat hadn't come home after his nightly walk; 3)She'd messed up badly during yesterday's cheerleading competition; and 4) The hot water had stopped running thirty seconds into her morning shower.

All these, while horrible enough, were not the reason behind her face growing red with the force of her rage, or her teeth grinding against each other in a maddening rhythm.

It wasn't even that Saundra and Sam had finally made their secret-but-everyone-knows-about-it-anyway relationship official.

At the thought, Ivy released enough anger to smile softly.

Now, contrary to popular belief, Ivy was a natural blonde. Furthermore, she was far from stupid. Saundra and Sam eventually falling in love was as inevitable as night coming after day. The pink haired, future medic was his solace; she'd never stopped believing in his goodness.

As sappy as it sounded, she'd been his salvation. In Ivy's eyes, Saundra was the one thing in his life that Sam had done right.

That was fine. Fate and destiny weren't her area of expertise, but even Ivy knew a lost cause when she saw one. So she was alright with that. She'd even go to their wedding—as the maid of honor, of course—and wish them all the happiness in the world.

So Ivy wasn't upset with her newly re-acquired best friend.

No, the object of her anger was currently sprawled across a stretch of grass, hands clasped securely behind his head, brown eyes gazing contentedly at the blue sky above. He seemed oblivious to the seething girl standing above him, and his face didn't betray even a flicker of fear.

The absolute jerk.


The boy simply looked at her and smirked.

It made Ivy want to punch him until all his pretty white teeth fell out.

She ignored the part of her that snidely insisted she'd rather kiss it away.


“Why not?”

Shane, knowing he would get no peace until he answered, heaved a long-suffering sigh and began to speak. Ivy decided to ignore the way he sounded like a patient parent explaining the ways of the world to a particularly slow child.

There would be too much bloodshed otherwise, and even though her traitorous pants had turned on her, she was wearing her favorite shirt.

There was no way she was getting stains on that.

“Ivy, listen to me. Do you have any idea ho ridiculous you sound? You want me to fall in love with you, and then lose you, in a windswept courtship filled with flowers, declarations of love and obscene amounts of chocolate—which, I might add, you won't eat anyway because of your eternal diet. All this trouble, just so you can claim the honor of having the most romantic love story in, not only the school, but the entire town. And what's this about anyway? I thought you and Saundra patched things up.”

The blonde released a frustrated sigh.

“Shane,” she whined, extending the first syllable for three beats. “Do you not understand what this means? Sure, Saundra won the battle for Sam, but that doesn't mean she has to win the war! We could be the greatest love story in the history of the town! Songs will be written about my beauty! Poems will be written about your chivalrous deeds. Plays will be performed...”

Ivy trailed off and Shane found himself thinking he wouldn't be surprised if sparkles erupted from her head.

“You want us—the captain of the cheerleading team and the lazy captain of the chess club—to compete with the apprentice of the top medic in town and the last survivor of the richest family in the state, for the greatest love story ever told?”

Ivy waited for the inevitable.

“Too troublesome.”

Cheeks flaming angrily, Ivy glowered at him. She knew she shouldn't have come to him anyway. He never agreed with any of her plans. He always thought she was so stupid.

If things had just gone as she'd originally planned, she wouldn't be here right now, begging her so-called best for help when there were plenty of boys in the school who would gladly play the role of her Prince Charming.

It was stupid of her to think that he'd felt the same chemistry these past few months that she'd felt when they were together.

With one last withering glare, she turned on her heel to storm off and find someone else to fall in love with her.

The End

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