The Ugly Stepsister Strikes Back (21 page)

"Anyway, I realized you were this like, hot chick, and it wasn't cool to lust after you when I was dating your sister."

"There was lusting?" my voice squeaked.

He had a cocky smirk. "There was definite lusting. Which is why I was a jerk to you. I had to keep you at arm's length. Especially since I also thought you were dating that Trent guy. It's not okay to move in on another guy's girl."

Jake thought I had been dating Trent? What? Before I had time to process that information, he kept going.

"But then you just, I don't know, got under my skin. I kept thinking about you, even when I didn't want to. You are the only girl who didn't do everything I wanted her to. At first I hated it, but then I kind of liked it."

His eyes were so, so intense. I hung on to his every word. "You make me push myself and you don't take my BS. You're smart and funny and pretty and into the same things as me. I really like you."

I was so flustered and excited I didn't know what to focus on. He liked me? He thought I was pretty? And smart? And funny? He was attracted to me? He wanted to be with me?

"Come here. I have something else for you." I only had one phone. What was he talking about? He stood up and held out his hand to me. I put my hand in his and got up. Electricity and warmth sparked between us where we touched. The tingles threatened to consume me.

I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. But he only walked me into another room, standing in front of two large sliding wooden doors.

"I wanted to do something to show you that I am all in."

He slid open the doors. There, in the middle of a long, wooden dining room table big enough to seat twenty, was a round birthday cake with candles. It took me a minute to realize what he had done. He had recreated the scene from the end of
Sixteen Candles
.

To say I was stunned and overwhelmed and amazed would have been selling the experience short. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just get up here with me."

The music I heard was coming from his iPod. It was a loop of "If You Were Here," the same song playing at the end of the movie. He helped me climb on a chair and then up on to the table. I sat down cross-legged and he sat across from me with the cake in between us.

I sat there, staring at his beautiful face, touched beyond words by what he had done. He really, really did like me to go through all this effort. I wanted to say something but couldn't think of anything.

"It was the best I could do on short notice." He looked boyish, like he hoped he had made me happy.

"Shut up. It's perfect. I can't believe you did this for me." I squeezed his hand, and he held it tightly. "But it's not my birthday."

"I know. But I'm doing something here." He let go of me to pick up a lighter. He started lighting the candles.

He was doing something all right. He was making sure that I would never possibly ever love anyone the way I loved him. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. I couldn't believe that I had almost missed out on this. I made a silent promise to myself to never let anyone else get inside my head. To keep my own insecurities at bay. To always believe in love and magic.

With all the candles lit, he looked back up at me. "Well?"

I smiled at him. "I'm all in, too."

He grinned back at me. "Make a wish."

I knew my line.

"It already came true."

"I'm glad you came over, Tilly."

I thought he might be teasing me about the name I'd used at the dance the night before. "Oh, that's just a nickname my family uses for me. Only people who love me get to call me Tilly."

He reached across the cake to cup the side of my face with his hand. "Then I guess I'll be calling you Tilly."

And then, just like the movie, he leaned across the cake and kissed me. An actual, real kiss, and not the weird lip-mashing thing I'd done at a party once.

A curl your toes, steal your breath, heart-pounding, stomach-dropping, lose track of time, perfect kind of kiss.

I let go of my List of Grievances given my current circumstances. I made a List of Rights instead.

Right the First: Jake Ryan Kingston was my boyfriend. MY BOYFRIEND!!! Sorry, it just never got old saying it. He made me feel beautiful and smart and like I could conquer the entire world. It was amazing. And I got to ride in his car every single day.

Right the Second: Scott declined his win for vice-president since Ms. Rathbone banned Mercedes from being on student council given her inappropriate behavior by showing up at the dance. So I got to appoint my own cabinet. Jake, Ella and Trent joined me and helped me get hearings with the board on the lunch, parking and uniform issues. Nothing had happened yet, but we were all hopeful. It also changed my standing at school. Where I had been mostly invisible before, people I hadn't spoken to in years came up to tell me that they had voted for me and hoped that I could change all the things I wanted to change. It made me more determined to get the board to listen to us.

Right the Third: Ella and I became closer than ever. This was helped by the fact that she finally saw the wisdom of my philosophy in not threatening Carlotta's job. In addition to spending less time cleaning, she dropped half of her volunteer work and gave up her job. I felt sad that I'd spent so much time being envious of her when all she wanted was to have a relationship with me. I was sorry for the time we wasted, but glad that we were in a better spot now. We didn't double date or anything though. That would be way too weird. She also convinced me to add some color to my wardrobe and to give Andre a second chance. I was actually digging the red hair.

Right the Fourth: Things with my dad had improved too. Mrs. Putnam, I mean, Jennifer, made him spend more time with us as a family. She got him eating right and exercising and leaving his studio. I told him what happened with Pearl, and he was not forcing either one of us to spend any more time Skyping. I think things got better because I finally understood what it meant to be really in love and I would never want to take that away from him. Because, as we could all tell, what he had with Jennifer was the real thing. We also came to an understanding about Pearl. He understood that I was better off without her in my life, and I understood that I would not be responsible for my actions if he ever tried to make me talk to her again.

Right the Fifth: Ella had been right about Mercedes wanting Jake. If living well was the best revenge, I had revenged all over Mercedes stupid Bentley. I could see how insane it made her that Jake and I were together, despite all her fake smiles.

Right the Best: Jake's dad made good on his threat to cut Jake off financially if he didn't go to Yale. So Jake took the full-ride baseball scholarship to UC Santa Ana. (Although after several weeks his father, despite still wanting him to go to Yale, had come around to respecting Jake's "personal drive.") I also received my acceptance letter to UC Santa Ana. The head of the art department wrote me a personal note to tell me that he was looking forward to working with me as he had enjoyed my portfolio. I suspected my father had something to do with that. But I was going to study what I loved and for the next four years, I'd be doing it alongside the guy I loved. There were no words to describe what that level of hope and excitement feels like.

Which made me finally understand why they lived happily ever after in those fairytales. Because there was a lot of happy to be had with a boy who loved you and kissed you like nothing else in the world mattered.

~ ~ ~

First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you for reading this book. I hope that you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it.

And if you loved it, I'm hoping I could ask you for a teensy-weensy favor.

The only way that a book can ever become successful is by word of mouth. So if you loved it (or even if you weren't in love with the book, but definitely had some warm, fuzzy feelings about it and could generally say that you cared about the book and wished it well, but love is a strong word), I would so appreciate it if you could tell everyone you knew about the book.

Please email your friends. Hop on Twitter. Facebook it (especially those of you who have like ten million friends). Let them know what they're missing out on by not having read this book (I mean, seriously, it could change lives, right? Okay, not really, but they don't need to know that until they're done reading it).

And could I ask for an even bigger favor?

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A big thank you to Melinda Fulton for her awesome editing skills and for her help in making this book even better. Thanks also to Eschler Editing for pairing us up. Thank you to Kirk Shaw for believing in me and telling me I was spot on.

Special thanks to Melody Salisbury and Elizabeth Eborn for being my beta readers, for offering suggestions and giving encouragement. Thank you to Kara Ladle for loving this book and reading it through four times just to let me know what you thought.

A big thank you as well to authors Kaylee Baldwin and Diane Stringam Tolley, reviewer Mindy Holt and her awesome daughter Michalla for all their input and critiques and overwhelming enthusiasm. Thanks to author J. Scott Savage for helping me with my blurb, and his belief that I could make this indie publishing thing work.

Thank you to Kaleb, Kameron, Shiloh and Kollin for being the best kids anyone could ask for, and for letting Mom work on her book.

And most importantly, all my love and thanks to Kevin, not only for my cover, but for loving me more than I ever imagined possible.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sariah Wilson has never jumped out of an airplane, never climbed Mt. Everest, and is not a former CIA operative. She has, however, been madly, passionately in love with her soulmate and is a fervent believer in happily ever afters—which is why she writes romance.
The Ugly Stepsister Strikes Back
is her fourth happily ever after novel. She grew up in southern California, graduated from Brigham Young University (go Cougars!) with a semi-useless degree in history, and is the oldest of nine (yes, nine) children. She currently lives with the aforementioned soulmate and their four children in Utah, along with three tiger barb fish, a cat named Tiger, and a recently departed hamster that is buried in the backyard (and has nothing at all to do with tigers).

Her website is
www.sariahwilson.com
.