Break The Stars: Defy The Stars, #2
By Magan Vernon
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Falling in love is hard.
Breaking up is even harder.
Last summer I met Ace and my world changed forever.
Now I'm just supposed to go back to my small, Illinois town and expect everything to go on as normal.
But I don't think I'll ever be normal again.
Just when I thought I had my life all figured out, everything has altered and now I don't know if it's for the better or if everything is broken.
Magan Vernon
Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amuck around her Texas ranch.
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Break The Stars - Magan Vernon
Chapter 2
Alex? ALEX!
I jolted forward, knocking my elbow out from under me and causing my cereal spoon to slide across the table.
I swear I thought that military base would have instilled some discipline, but as soon as you come back you're up all night listening to talk radio.
Mom grabbed my cereal bowl and placed it in the sink.
Little did she know that the military base I spent my summer at was actually an alien operations center, and I was up late talking to my alien future husband.
I'm fine, Mom. Remember, you're the one that got me this job at the coffee shop, so a few espresso shots after school and I will be good to go.
I stood up from the kitchen table, slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder and kissing the top of my little brother, Elijah's curly head.
Fine, fine, it wouldn't be the first time you haven't listened to a word I said.
She rolled her eyes and set another piece of banana on Elijah's plate. We both knew he would never eat it and eventually throw it down to one of the cats, but hope sprung eternal.
Love you, too, Mom.
I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, slid on my flip-flops and headed out the front door.
The humidity hit me like a brick wall. As soon as I stepped out of my air-conditioned house I could feel the sweat gathering under my arms. I wiped the steam from my glasses and headed to my car.
I didn't know why mom wouldn't just let me drive her car on days like this. While she sat inside typing away, her glorious air-conditioned sedan sat in the garage. Meanwhile I had to drive around town in my stepfather's grandpa's old car, affectionately called 'The Pox' for all the brown rust spots that covered the powder blue exterior. The vehicle's looks wouldn't bother me so much if there was at least air conditioning. But I wasn't that lucky.
I opened the door and rolled down the window before I even tried to brave the faux leather interior.
Hot. Hot. Hot.
I pulled down my shirt where the seat met with my bare skin. Some stylish ride for a future princess,
I muttered to no one in particular.
The car sputtered to life, and I turned up the radio to try and drown out the sound of the roaring engine. It kind of reminded me of the ship that the queen of Calta gave Ace and me after she kidnapped him, and then released us to go back to Circe. Of course my car wouldn't have Caltian fighter planes after it or reeked of formaldehyde. At least I hoped it wouldn't have anyone chasing after it. I was already late for school as it was.
***
Winnebago High School looked like a giant cement block that someone just placed in the middle of a cornfield. There were a few windows positioned in perfect squares and a giant orange sign flashing 'Welcome Back Students.'
I screeched down the blacktop path until I got to a parking spot, right outside the gym doors. Just my luck, Gemma Lee and her rugby posse were pulling in at the same time.
Ugh, Wop, the fumes from your car are going to give me emphysema.
Her raspy voice boomed over the sound of my engine before I turned it off. She had been calling me Wop since eighth grade. She said she heard it in an old Clint Eastwood movie, but I think her redneck family probably just instilled the hate in her.
Nice to see you, too, Gemma.
I threw my messenger bag over my shoulder, shutting my car door, and tried to speed walk to the school doors as fast as I could.
It was all a game for Gemma. Ever since I moved to Winnebago in middle school she had been on my case. Whether it was about the fact that I spent more of my time reading than hanging out with anyone or the fact that I was the only kid with olive skin and glasses, it was like her personal mission to torture me as much as possible.
I guess I underestimated how fast Gemma's tree-trunk legs could move. The tapping of her clunky shoes on the linoleum behind me let me know that she was right on my tail.
Another year at this miserable school, but once we win state for rugby and I get my scholarship to a Big Ten school it will be smooth sailing.
Her voice carried over me and boomed against the metal lockers.
Yeah, but you look so good in your uniform,
added one of Gemma's Rugby cronies, Rachel Johnson.
Rachel, what the hell does looking good in my uniform have to add to the conversation? Sometimes I wonder how you make it through life.
On that note, I sped up the stairs as fast as my flip-flops could carry me and got to my locker. I didn't want her to take her rugby anger out on me instead of Rachel, just because I was nearby.
Hey, Bianchi, good to see you made it back.
Brody Birely smiled over his locker at me. With the alphabetical order of our names, we had been locker neighbors for as long as I could remember, except I didn't remember him being so tall last year or having that stubble of hair on his chin.
Yep, one more year and I'm out for good.
Stop staring. He was your crush last year. Now you have a boyfriend who also happens to be a very powerful alien.
Don't rush. It is our senior year after all. Best time of our life, right?
I closed my locker and looked up at him. He had a smile that never left his face and was so contagious that I couldn't help but squeak out a smile in return. I guess that is what all the movies tell us.
I turned the other way and walked to my first class of the day, Advanced Senior English with Mrs. Huff or the crypt keeper as most of us called her. She sat hunched over her desk, staring blankly at a stack of papers through her thick, granny glasses while students slowly piled in to the rows of desks, praying she wasn't making a seating chart.
I took the seat closest to the window in the corner. If you could call it a window, more like a rectangular hole in the blank, white plaster walls. The usual flock gathered in the front of the room: the overachievers who spent their whole lives sucking up to the teachers and getting high off extra credit. One would think that I would be sitting next to them, as one of the smart kids, but to tell the truth their ass kissing and constant need to make a point annoyed the crap out of me.
I wondered if there was any way Ace could beam into the classroom. At Circe he once came to my window in the middle of the night and we went for a ride on a hover bike. Of course that ended terribly. Maybe it would be different at Northern Arizona, maybe he could enroll as well. Instead of sitting alone in the back of class he would be there next to me. We could pass notes, or whatever people did in classes. Then, whenever the professor wasn't looking, he would lean over and press his lips to my forehead or maybe even my neck, or...
Long time no see.
Brody plopped down in the desk in front of me, knocking me out of my daydream. He always smelled like a pair of new jeans, and it took everything I had not to lean over and just sniff him a little.
What are you doing in advanced English?
I fumbled through my messenger bag, pulling out my five subject notebook and a mechanical pencil.
Are you trying to say that I'm not smart, Bianchi?
He turned around, leaning in over my desk.
I'm not saying that.
I thought about what words to use.Just didn't think a guy who wears a Carhart jacket year round would take an advanced class.
Yeah, normally I wouldn't.
He turned back around as we heard the squeaking of the crypt keeper Huff lurching up from her chair.But I need something else to put on my college applications beside Future Farmers of America.
College applications, something I was all too familiar with. At first I thought my internship at Circe would get me into Columbia, but instead I ended up with an alien boyfriend and an acceptance letter to Northern Arizona.
Okay, everyone, simmer down now,
Mrs. Huff croaked, thumbing through the papers in her hands and handing them down the rows of students. What I have here is your syllabus and list of required reading for the first semester.
I looked down at the sheet of paper once it was passed to me, the usual required senior reading: Greek tragedies, Dickens, some Shakespeare, and of course a play about racial intolerance—same thing every year that was in every single one of my English classes. Romeo and Juliet themes for Freshman year, Oliver Twist and orphan themes for sophomore year, Mythology for junior year, and of course we had to round it out with the rest of the cannon so we could have something to reference when people mentioned an Oedipus Complex.
After each reading you will be required to write a one-page summary with your thoughts on the reading. These will go out every Friday and be due every Monday.
Awesome. My day was just getting better and better, weekend homework followed by PE. If these were supposed to be the best days of my life, I dreaded the rest of them.
Chapter 3
After sitting on the bleachers and listening to the football coach talk about the requirements of appropriate workout gear, I had Spanish and then it was off to my first day of work.
Vrmphhhhhh. Vrmphhhhhh. Vrmphhhhhhh.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as soon as I walked through the door of Senora Smith's class. It was actually a Spanish three class, but since there were only two of us taking Spanish four, they just threw us in with the lower class and gave us an extra paper.
I took my seat toward the back and pulled out my phone, trying to hide it underneath the ancient wooden desk and away from Senora's site.
Hey, how's the first day going?
Ace. Of course he wanted to see how I was. I started to text him back, realizing I had missed at least five other texts from him. Lucky for him, he actually had downtime during the day.
Senorita Bianchi?
Senora Smith's high voice rang over the classroom. All the underclassmen were staring at me and even the other overachieving senior, Dale Michaels, stared at me like I had the plague.
Si, Senora?
I locked my phone and quickly slid it into my bag, placing it on the floor next to me.
Tu telephonica?
Senora held out her long, nimble hand.
The class laughed around me. Crap, I didn't think she would catch me.
I just had to answer a quick—
En Espanol,
Senora chimed.
I took a deep breath, blowing it out as quickly as I let it in. Okay, Senora, lo siento, acabo de comprobar el tiempo.
El tiempo?
Her way-too-thin eyebrow spiked up. Obviously my excuse of checking the time wasn't a good one.
Si, el tiempo.
She shook her head, obviously not believing me, but went on with the rest of class introductions. Thank God I was out of there after her class.
You sneaking out for a smoke Bianchi? Or maybe to call your girlfriend?
I cringed when I heard Gemma's gratey voice. I always thought if I ignored her she would just stop. So I kept walking toward the side door and to my car.
Hey, Wop, I'm talking to you.
Gemma pushed her way through people walking past us until she was standing between me and the doors. Her bleached eyebrows arched like devil horns and a smirk was painted on her chapped lips.
I huffed. I have work release, Gemma.
I dodged to the side of her.And for your information, I'm not a lesbian. I have a boyfriend.
She cackled—yes, she had a genuine witchy cackle— putting her massive moose arms out in front of me so I couldn't go around. What's his name?
I rolled my eyes. His name is Ace. I met him over the summer at my internship.
What's his last name?
Uh...
She laughed. Some boyfriend! You don't even know his last name. Or maybe he doesn't have one like Rocky or something."
I didn't want to correct her that Rocky actually did have a last name because I was afraid of her bear paws. Yep, that's Ace.
I ducked under her arm and finally opened the door, welcoming the sweltering heat.
Great, can't wait to meet your imaginary boyfriend at the Fall Ball!
she yelled as I hurried to my car.
Bring Ace to the Fall Ball? The thought never even crossed my mind. As if a possible intergalactic war and an impending marriage to an alien wasn't enough.
***
Cuppa Java was right off Business 20 so everyone going past could see the glowing orange sign smashed in between the bank and Cost Cutters. I eased my car into the lot, cut the engine, and stared at myself in the rearview mirror.
You can do this, Alex. It's just a part-time job. You survived alien attacks for Pete's sake, you can survive making coffee!
I stared down at my phone again noticing another message from Ace.
Haven't heard from you today. Hope you aren't mad about last night. See you after work?
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see it. I would bet my Feeble Weebles that I wouldn't see him after work. Must be nice to have free time to text, but not be able to spare a few moments at a reasonable hour of the night to visit me.
Yep, see you tonight. Busy day, you understand I responded back, tossing my phone into my bag. Stupid alien boyfriend. Texting me all day, but can't text me to tell me he'll be late.
I looked around the parking lot. Luckily it was the middle of the day and no one saw me babbling to myself. I put on my black apron and switched from my flip-flops and into a pair of pink boat shoes, since I guess open toes were frowned upon in a place that served coffee.
When I stepped into Cuppa Java a little bell rang over the door, but I couldn't see anyone behind the counter. Lime green and pink polka dots decorated the walls. A fireplace flanked by two plush orange chairs and a few tables sat directly to my right. To the left was a long counter with different steaming machines adorning one end and a glass case with little pastries sitting inside just waiting to be eaten.
My eyes ran over the far wall containing shelves displaying different coffees and coffee-related items for sale. I walked over and stared at the different labels. Who would ever think that something called Arabica would be appetizing to drink?
Be right out!
a high-pitched voice yelled from beyond a pair of saloon doors behind the counter.
Okay.
A tussle of fiery red hair came through the door before the rest of her was even out.