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You thought you knew the whole story. You thought it was over. Happily ever after for everyone.
You were wrong.
My name is Oz Hyde, and you’ve never met me. I’m part of the story, too, but I’m an aside, a quick line or two you’d all but forgotten about. Well guess what? I’ve got my own story to tell.
Buckle up, ‘cause this is gonna be a hell of a bumpy ride.
- Original Title:Falling Under (Falling #3)
- Author:Jasinda Wilder
- Rating:8.52 / 10
- Publisher:Published March 14th 2014 by Jasinda Wilder (first published March 11th 2014)
ONE: Bluest Blue
I fucking hate being the new guy. It sucks. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I’m not. Mom’s always moving us—every year or so, a new city, a new school. I wish I knew what she was looking for, who she was running from. Hiding from. Herself, I think. It’s like everywhere we go, something spooks her. I’ve attended a new school every year since seventh grade. St. Louis for seventh grade, Denver for eighth, Biloxi for ninth, Atlantic City for tenth, Rochester, New York, in eleventh grade. Atlanta for my senior year.
So, yeah, I know all about being the new guy. But thankfully, college, especially community college, means everybody is new. Few people know each other, so there aren’t roving packs of kids who have all known each other since kindergarten. I can fade into the background here, which is nice....