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Back First Comes Love
Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

That’s such a distorted view of reality, I’m appalled. “Julia, I hate to break it to you, but teenagers don’t like to hang out with younger kids. Two years might seem like a short gap, but it’s not when you’re in high school. And I’m not saying it was very mature of me or right not to spend time with my little sister, but it’s the way teenage girls act. And Blair and I were never such cool kids; you’ve always been more popular than us, even when we were seniors and you were just a sophomore. You were Prom Queen, for goodness’ sake!” I take a breath. “Plus, I don’t share parents with Blair, which makes it a lot easier to be around her.”

“Why?”

“Because whenever I look at Blair, I don’t feel like I got the shallow end of the gene pool.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you got Mom’s blonde hair, the better looks, the bubbly personality… I’ve always been the shy introvert, and it didn’t help that whatever I did, you had to go and prove you could do better. Ballet as kids, swimming in high school, life in New York, and then Paul.”

“I didn’t do it to prove I was better, I did it to prove I was worthy. That we could be friends, that we liked the same things.”

That shuts me up all right. “I never saw it that way,” I confess. “I’ve always assumed you were competing with me.”

“No. And, Nik, you didn’t get the shallow end of the gene pool. You have bigger boobs…” And a bigger ass, I comment inside my head. “…and you won’t believe how much I envy your dark, straight hair. I hate my golden curls.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re a natural blonde; half the women on the planet would kill for hair like yours, including me.”

Julia grimaces. “Guess we’re hard-wired to want what we don’t have.”

“Are you really saying you’ve never wanted to compete with me?”

Julia smirks. “Maybe a little, but everything I did was mostly to impress you.”

I stare at my sister as if I’m seeing her for the first time.

“Wow, we should’ve had this conversation ages ago.”

“I know. And I’m sorry for everything…”

“Me, too.”

“Well, you did nothing wrong, whereas with Paul… I screwed up big time. But I’m so happy you’re over him now. And I’m also over the moon for you and Diego.”

A small knife jacks its way into my heart at the mention of Diego’s name.

“Are you?”