My Dilemma
Pixie Perkins
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Author’s Note
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Copyright
Copyright © 2020 by Pixie Perkins
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This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any electronic or mechanical means—without prior written permission of the author (Pixie Perkins).
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
To anyone who had a middle school crush,
and thought they’d end up marrying said crush.
You weren’t the only one.
Prologue
~Almost six years ago~
(Age: 11 ½)
“You have to break up with him, Megan. I hate to tell you that, but as your best friend…I’m telling you that.”
I look at Lora with a sigh. “You’re right, but—”
“No buts, Meg,” she cuts me off. “You know what? We’re going to write a list of reasons why you need to break up with Brayden.”
“Don’t say his name!” I wail, burying my face into one of my pillows.
“You’re being overdramatic,” she states in a matter-of-fact tone, “now work with me.”
I toss my pillow aside and sigh once again. “Can I just tell you what to write? I don’t think I can make myself write the actual list, Lora.”
“Fine,” she huffs, snatching a notebook off my desk, “I will write the actual list. So, let’s hear it. Why do you have to break up with Brayden?”
“He’s always getting into trouble,” I reluctantly say, eyes glued to my bedroom ceiling. “Even though, I don’t think he means to.”
“You’re dumping him, Meg—not defending him—stay focused. What’s the other reason?”
At that, I squeeze my eyes shut. “Do I have to say it?”
“Yes.”
Ugh.
“He wants to date other girls besides just me.”
“Exactly,” she says, sounding like a proud teacher, “and it’s not okay that he wants more than one girlfriend.”
“I know,” I reply, now opening my eyes, “I know.”
This is so humiliating…
“Is he a good kisser?”
“What?” I all-but-shriek, completely sitting up on my bed. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“I heard my sister talking on the phone last week about how she wasn’t going to date Chris Wade because he’s a bad kisser,” Lora responds with a shrug. “She’s sixteen, Megan, she knows about this kind of stuff.”
I bite my lip, mentally debating what I should say, because here’s the thing: Brayden and I haven’t kissed yet. We’ve mastered cheek kisses and forehead kisses, but lip kissing? I thought that would just happen later in our relationship! Should we have been kissing, kissing already? This is even more humiliating! I mean, Lora had her first kiss three months ago!
“Megan? Is Brayden a good kisser? ’cause if he’s not, that is definitely a reason we need to add to the list.”
“He’s not,” I say the words before I can even think them through.
Oh my gosh, what have I done?
“Yep, that’s what I thought.” She tsks, still writing in my notebook. “Well, we now have three solid reasons for you to dump Brayden. Number one: he’s always getting into trouble. Number two: he wants more than one girlfriend. Number three: he’s a bad kisser.” She proceeds to give me a dry look. “Need I go on? The dude just isn’t boyfriend material, Megan. You deserve better, and you need to tell him so.”
My eyes widen at that. “Tell him? Like, actually tell him?”
“Megan,” she says with a sigh, “how else are you going to break up with him? Yes, you have to actually tell him.”
“Can’t you just do it for me?” I plead with clasped hands.
“Nope,” she drawls, getting up from my desk chair, “I wrote the list for you, and that is where I draw the line.”
“I don’t know if I can do it, Lora,” I say as she sets my notebook and purple pen beside me. “We’ve been dating for almost a month! And what if I can’t get another boyfriend afterward?”
“That’s ridiculous,” she replies, rolling her green eyes, “of course you’ll be able to get another boyfriend…a better one. Just trust me, okay?” She gives me a quick hug around the neck, and then pats my head. “I’ll call you after my flute lesson, that way we can go over what you’re going to tell him, sound good?”
“Sure,” I agree weakly, “sounds perfect.”
No, it doesn’t, it sounds terrible.
But there’s no time to tell her that because she’s already leaving my room while shouting some kind of farewell over her shoulder. Crud. Why can’t Brayden just be boyfriend material? That would fix everything…
I look down at the list that Lora wrote, and cringe as I read over it. Why did I say he’s a bad kisser? I should’ve just told her the truth. Maybe he really is a bad kisser though. Well, I guess I’ll never know. And how am I even supposed to tell Brayden that we need to break up? I really don’t feel like talking to him. After all,
