Table Of Contents

Title page

Copyright page

Dedication

Author's note.

Monday, September 26th

Tuesday, September 27th

Wednesday, September 28th

Thursday, September 29th

Friday, September 30th

Saturday, October 1st

Sunday, October 2nd

Monday, October 3rd

Tuesday, October 4th

Wednesday, October 5th

Thursday, October 6th

Friday, October 7th

Saturday, Octoer 8th

Sunday, October 9th

Monday, October 10th

Tuesday, October 11th

Wednesday, October 12th

Thursday, October 13th

Friday, October 14th

Saturday, October 15th

Sunday, October 16th

Monday, October 17th

Author's Note

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Acknowledgements

About the Author

Jillian Dodd

date me.

The Keatyn Chronicles

Book three.

Bandit Publishing

Copyright 2013 by Jillian Dodd

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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Edited by Rebecca Peters-Golden

Cover by Okay Creations

This book is for The KC Addicts

I heart you all.

This book series is similar to a television series. There is no recap of what happened earlier.

This book starts the day the last one finished off.

If you haven’t read the first two books, you probably won’t know what’s going on.

Click here to read book one: Stalk Me.

Click here to read book two: Kiss Me.

When we last saw Keatyn, she was kissing Dawson who had just asked her to Homecoming during lunch in a crazy, public way.

Who can forget the dean dancing and all the naked chests spelling out Homecoming?

Then she gave him the kind of kiss that was definitely against the school’s decency policy.

Monday, September 26th

You have a wild side.

French

I float my way to French class on cloud nine.

When I take my seat, Aiden says flatly, “Well, that was something.”

I turn around. I’m beaming. I think my smile will be on perma-blast all day long. “Wasn’t it outrageous? The way he asked. I loved it!”

“You like stuff like that? Being the center of attention.” He rolls his eyes toward the ceiling and laughs in a deep, sexy way. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. Of course, you do. You seemed to be enjoying yourself. So, how come you never danced like that when we danced? It was pretty sexy.”

“Oh gosh, did I look stupid?”

“No, everyone loved how you played along. You looked shocked. Were you?”

“I had no clue. I thought I was in trouble. Even when the dean started dancing, I thought it was some new girl hazing or something.”

“You have a wild side.”

“Everyone does. Do you?”

“You have a boyfriend now. You probably won't be finding out.”

“If I was wild, that wouldn't stop me,” I fire back.

He gazes at me for a beat. “No, I guess it wouldn’t,” he finally mutters.

“You’re right though,” I say. I’m practically bouncing in my seat. “I would never cheat, but he only asked me to Homecoming. Not to be his girlfriend.”

Annie sits down and grabs my arm. “That was so adorable! I can't believe you danced with Jake like that! Whitney was seething! It was awesome!”

“Just before it all started, Whitney was telling me that Dawson was going to ask her to Homecoming. Telling me how they bonded in the limo. How they will be king and queen.”

Annie sighs. “Don’t do anything to make her mad at you, Keatyn. She’s not a nice person.”

I nod. Because I think I know that.

What did I say about Vanessa? Been there. Seen it. Burned the T-shirt.

I turn back around to face Aiden. “You know, it’s because of you that Dawson and I are still together. I haven’t thanked you properly, but what you did—how you told Riley. Seriously, thank you.”

The look that crosses his face is indecipherable. He nods his head, agreeing with me and giving me a little smile, but he’s grinding his pencil into his notebook. Like it’s a horcrux and he’s trying to kill it with a basilisk fang. He leans closer to me and says quietly, “I told you in the chapel that I’m done pretend punching your head.”

I smile. “I’m glad, Aiden. I don’t like when we fight.”

He gives me the sweetest smile, but then says flatly, “I’m done fighting.”

I turn around and try to focus on class.

But I can’t.

He’s completely given up on us. Hasn’t he?

That’s why he told Riley about what Whitney did.

After my breakdown in the chapel, he knew it for sure.

No way a lunatic like me could be his true love.

Life twists and turns.

2:45pm

After soccer practice, I run up to Aiden, who is practicing kicking a football through the goal.

“Hey, would it be okay if we did tutoring in your room tonight? Everyone is talking about lunch, about how Dawson asked me to Homecoming, and I know if we go to the library we won’t get anything done because people will come up to gush about it.”

“Uh,” he says, hesitating, “I’m sure the library will be fine.”

I look at him funny. He’s acting quite strange today. Maybe I should let him go to the library to get his aura recharged or something. But I don’t want to. He’s easier to deal with when his powers are weak.

“Please,” I say with a pout.

He sighs. “Oh, fine.”

After dance, I knock on his door.

He doesn’t answer.

I check my phone to see if he’s running late.

There’s nothing from him.

I knock again, wondering if maybe I caught him in the bathroom or something. He still doesn’t answer, so I slide down the hallway wall and sit on the floor. Sitting here reminds me of one of my first nights here. I close my eyes and remember the party. The night Dawson gave me the worst kiss ever and how I ran out to this very spot and slid down the wall. I remember Aiden sliding down next to me. Me fighting back tears and telling him how Dawson ruined my lips. How Aiden kissed them and made them better.

How perfect it felt.

It’s funny to me now. Life twists and turns in ways you never expect it to. I could practically see my future with Aiden. I thought he spoke to my soul, for god’s sake!

I’m suddenly aware of a body sliding down the wall next to me. I open my eyes and see him. He looks out of breath. Like he ran all the way here.

I fight the urge to reach out and put my hand on his chest. To feel his heartbeat.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

I nod. “It’s okay. I haven’t been waiting that long.”

He takes a deep breath and gives me one of those smiles that almost blinds me. The kind of smile that makes me want to drag him to a little chapel in the woods, say I do, and make him the last boy I ever kiss.

“This is familiar.”