The Hardest Fall

The Hardest Fall

<div><b><i>Amazon TOP 10 Bestseller!</i><br />A<i> Washington Post Bestseller</i></b></div><div><b><i>.</i></b></div><div><b><i></i></b><div><b><i></i></b></div><div><b><i></i></b><div><b></b></div><div>The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile, say hello. Should be simple, if you're anyone but me. The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I'm very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I'm attracted to.<br /><br />At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I'd never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus.<br />I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil...and...uh, maybe I shouldn't tell you all of it. It's pretty normal stuff, things you'd expect...from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn't hide anymore--not that he'd have let me even if I tried.<br />Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn't help that I'm not the most subtle person in the world either.<br /><br />He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can't even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he's around.<br /><br />He thinks we're going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don't care that I'm not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him.<br />The thing is, that's exactly what I'm doing--what we're doing, I think.<br /><br />Falling.<br />Hard. </div></div></div>