update june 2023: i can't belive it's almost the 4 year anniversary of me publishing this book and it's making me feel old... i literally wrote half of this book in middle school and honestly every time i open the document i cringe a little but i'm gonna keep this up on fictionpress just so i have a record of things online

i'm basically never active on here anymore and i only go on here to upload my writing but i'm somewhat active on wattpad /stunningaurora !


Jayleen Seabrook - the model student - first in class, star track member, cheerleader, treasurer for student council.

Tyler Emerson is yet another model student - second in class, participant of basically all the sports we offer, concertmaster of the advanced orchestra.

Jayleen Seabrook and Tyler Emerson have an inexplicably complicated relationship that no one can figure out, due to their childhood friendship and events that led to misunderstandings on both sides, especially after they create a bet to see who can become track captain.

Jayleen thought it would be a piece of cake to win, but when their past comes back to haunt them, will they be able to look past their differences and work together to learn the truth about the past, or will it tear them apart indefinitely - and most importantly - who becomes track captain?


"Jayden Seabrook?" Mrs. Carter, my history teacher, called out.

I jerked my head up. Jayden was in my history class again?

"Here!"

I turned and glared at Jayden. Like the friendly older-by-9-minutes twin brother he is, he glared back. However, before I could scan the classroom to see if I knew anyone else in class, my name was called.

"Jayleen Seabrook?" She said.

Aliyah, my bestie, nudged me. I groaned. It was the first day of school, and sadly, I'm a junior at Anderson High. Luckily, this is the last period of the day.

"Here!" I called out, not even attempting to look happy.

Even with my lack of excitement in my voice, Mrs. Carter seemed satisfied with my response and moved onto the next person. I skimmed the classroom, continuing my search of any other people I know. Sure enough, sitting right next to Jayden, was Tyler Emerson. How did I even miss him during attendance?

"Who is Tyler?" you may ask. Well, let's just say that he's my brother's best friend since, well, basically birth, our next door neighbor, and a pain in the ass. Sadly, it seems like the only person who thinks he's annoying is, well, me.

To be honest, I wasn't born hating Tyler. Actually, we were friends, up until around 9th grade. That sudden growth spurt that all boys get when they reach high school? Well, it also boosted his ego. Sky high. I don't even know where it is now, actually. Any comment I make? He twists it around and makes it a compliment. Conceited much?

Sadly, it seems as if 80% of the female population (including teachers) thinks he's this perfect little student: second in class, participant of literally any sports we do, concertmaster of our advanced orchestra. Me? First in class, star track member (in your face, Tyler!), member of our student council, and member of the cheer team. Not that I care that much, anyways.

The rest of the period passed by in a flurry, with people streaming out of their classrooms from all directions, all ready to go home and relax. Me, on the other hand, headed to the fields with Aliyah in tow.

"Why are we going to go stand in the middle of a field on a beautiful Monday afternoon when we could be at Starbucks or the diner, chilling?" Aliyah mumbled under her breath.

"C'mon, we gotta practice for the captain tryouts," I replied. "Since we're juniors now, we finally get a chance to be the captain of the cheer team! We can go to Starbucks right after, it's not like this is going to take much time. Just half an hour!"

Aliyah grumbled, but picked up her pace.

"The faster this starts, the faster it ends."


Yes, I know this is very short, only around 400 words (411 to be exact!), but hopefully as time goes on I'll have longer chapters! Until next time!

xoxo,

lyssa