Senior Year,
‘94
A novel by
Megan B. March
© Copyright 2017 by Megan B. March
First Edition
Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above,
no part of this publication may be reproduced,
stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted,
in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical,
photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book.
Published by Aventine Press
55 East Emerson St.
Chula Vista CA 91911
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2857-4
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Acknowledgements
Writing a book, not to mention a series, is a daunting task. Aside from creativity and time, it seems to take endless hours of reading your work until you’re literally sick of it. Through this process I learned so much, but there are three things that top the list. First, it’s important to take constructive criticism for what it is—feedback that will only help you improve. Second, letting something sit or taking time away isn’t a bad thing, and is sometimes a must for the creative juices to churn once again. Coming from years of working in office environments, this was the hardest thing to adjust to because I felt in order to be productive, I had to work every day. I finally learned that in some creative careers, forcing yourself to work every day or for set times during the day isn’t necessarily the right thing to do to inspire your brain. Third, writing is a labor of love and making something just right takes time as well as obtaining opinions from others. I’ve lived with these characters for almost ten years and I owe it to them to make their story a good one. You better believe I took time and asked for others’ thoughts.
And now for the usual thanks. To my husband, Bryan, for understanding that my choice in career isn’t necessarily going to pay the bills all the time. I appreciate all your support—both emotional and monetary! To my intuitive and intelligent daughter, Nyah, for having that critical eye for detail even when I’ve lost mine from seeing the words on the page too long. Thanks to my editors, Toni and Bobbie, for your patience and feedback—you’ve helped me do right by these characters. Last, but certainly not least, thanks to my friends, fans, and the rest of my family members who continue to support me in this crazy life of writing!
For Will. You are and will always be deeply missed.
Prologue
“What are we doing?” Jensen wanted to know. The piece of ice he was chewing on was instantly swallowed.
“I don’t know. Eating?” I played dumb.
Jensen became exasperated and gave me one of his noted looks. “Seriously.”
Putting my glass down, I folded my arms across my chest and gave him an annoyed look of my own. “I don’t know, Jensen, you tell me. You’re treating me like I’m one of your guy friends instead of your girlfriend.”
“Are you my girlfriend? Lately your body language seems to say hands off.” My boyfriend of three years raised his arms in the air like he was being arrested. “I even feel like I have to ask if I can kiss you. You only touch or get close to me when there are other girls around. What’s the deal with that? It’s like you’re staking a claim on something you don’t really want.”
“Fuck, Jensen, that’s a shitty thing to say.” I glared at him. “You were blatantly flirting with Bree. Are you that pissed off that you’re trying to get back at me? You know I need some space.” I swallowed hard before saying any more, and even though I knew it wasn’t fair, I pulled out the Fallon Card. “You cheated on me with that Fallon girl and I can’t just forget that.” Seeing the way the muscles in his neck twitched, I knew I had hit a nerve. “Let’s just try to have a nice meal before you leave tonight. After that I need some time to think things over.” I could feel tears coming to my eyes and I fought to hold them back. “It doesn’t mean we’re breaking up or that I don’t love you, but you have to understand the last two months have really been hard on me”
“Alright,” Jensen surrendered, self-massaging his right shoulder with his left hand. Appearing deflated, he sat back and looked around before pulling a chain out from under his shirt with a recognizable ring attached. I hadn’t seen it in such a long time that it caught me off guard.
“You’re still wearing your ring ... around your neck?” I was a little surprised.
He stopped playing with the ring and then held it between his fingers.
“Where’s the other one?” I asked, not quite sure if it was still my ring.
“In a safe place,” he answered without looking at me. “It’s at home in my dorm room.”
Jensen let go of the ring, and it silently dropped against his chest. It was the first time I had ever heard him refer to his dorm at college as his home and it stung a little. Whether he intended it to or not, his statement validated that he really didn’t live here in Juneau anymore.
Letting out a sigh, Jensen leaned forward and gently moved a strand of my hair away from my face. “Mia,” he said, “I realize I was pushing you too quickly to get married. We have a long time to decide on the next step. What you’ve been saying has finally sunk in. You’re right. As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right.”
I am? What just happened? Does he not want to be engaged? We’re not engaged anymore?
When we touch, I just lose my self-control,
a sad sensation I can’t hide.
To love is easy, it ain’t easy to walk away.
I keep the faith and there’s a reason why …
-Def Leppard
1. Senioritis
It was the first day of school after winter break and I didn’t want to be there. Sure, seeing familiar faces I had not seen for two weeks was going to be nice, and now, after a lot of planning and hard work, I had finally become a senior, but I was not nearly as excited as I should have been. That’s because my ex-fiancé-maybe-boyfriend had just found out he has a kid with the girl who broke his heart over three years ago. Even though she probably hadn’t planned on doing it, Savannah revealed this news to Jensen while
