The Worst Kind of Love by Jonah Evarts - Book Tour + Giveaway
The Worst Kind of Love
by Jonah Evarts
Genre:
YA Fiction
YA Fiction
This is a love story. Just not the kind you're thinking of.
Jaden is dealing with some major heart aches as he enters his first
semester of college. All he wants is to forget about his ex, find a
new girlfriend, and get semi-decent grades. But life has much more
complicated plans for him. During his first day of class, he meets
Cole, probably the most attractive male human being on the planet.
Jaden is immediately overshadowed, throwing a wrench in his plans to
find a girlfriend. It doesn't help that the single girl he is
interested in wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
That soon becomes the least of his problems, as old enemies of his mental
health, family, and way of thinking begin to overtake his life. Jaden
tells a story of friendship, learning, and love as he uncovers truths
about himself and life. A journey of endurance and self-growth awaits
him as he skates through the roller-coaster that is life with many
movie nights and plenty of good food to help him get by.
He isn't trying to have a love story, but he's getting one anyway. With himself.
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We reached the parking
garage, and I led him through a labyrinth of Prii (the plural of Prius), until
we reached my Corvette. Now, I know what you’re thinking. I seem to be
complaining a lot about life, but I drive a freaking Corvette. But what you
don’t know is that we got the money from life-insurance when my dad died. Now
how do you feel? Be ashamed, ye judgmental heathen.
“Woah,” Cole said. “This is yours?”
I nodded, throwing my backpack
in the back seat and unlocking the doors. Cole sat down carefully, so as not to
ruin the already stained leather and cracked passenger side rearview mirror.
I never said I was a good
driver, or a good holder of drinks.
“Where do you wanna go for lunch?” I asked.
Cole wrinkled his brow and
rubbed at a non-existent beard. “McDonald’s?”
“Are you kidding me?”
He looked taken aback.
“What do you mean? McDonald’s is never a bad choice.”
I opened my mouth to say
something then shook my head and just started the car. Inside, I was shaking.
You mean to tell me that underneath that rippling muscle and clear skin was a
McChicken? I think not.
God, you gave all the good
things to one person. Please stop.
We arrived a McDonald’s
six minutes later, our backs drenched in sweat, and sunglasses plastered to our
faces. We walked into the heavenly coolness of irresistible French fry smells,
and I sat down as Cole ordered some food. He joined me in a booth just a couple
minutes later.
“So,” he started, fanning his shirt. “Tell me some more about
yourself. What kind of stuff do you like to do?”
I wasn’t sure if I should
hate that he wanted to get to know me or be genuinely pleased that someone
cared.
“I watch movies a lot. I sometimes play basketball. And I listen
to tons of music.”
Cole sat up straight at
the mention of music. “You make music?”
“What? No, that’s not what I said. Dear God, I’d be arrested for
attempted murder if I sang in public.”
“Oh. Well, I make music sometimes. I play guitar and sing.”
Of course.
“Really?”
“Really. I’ll show you some of my stuff in the car.”
A number was called from
the counter, and Cole went to get his food. I kicked at his seat when he left.
How? How on my first day,
in my first class, had I met a guy so perfect that he would overshadow me in
every way everywhere we went? I just wanted a girlfriend, man. God.
Cole came back with a tray
full of food, multiple fries and chicken nugget boxes clustered together.
“Jesus, man. What are you eating, Ronald McDonald himself?” I
asked.
“Well, no. Half is for you,” he stated matter-of-factly. He
proceeded to rip open a box of nuggets and indulge.
“You got me food?”
He didn’t even look up at
me. “Of course.”
I almost didn’t want to
take any. I felt bad, taking food from a guy I’d just met. But then again, it’s
not like he was suffering at the moment. I indulged in the mounds of nuggets
with him.
At some point, I checked
my phone. You know, millennial stuff. I scrolled through social media and
lightly chuckled at something that wasn’t really that funny. I switched apps,
and immediately, a picture of Maddie with her best friend popped up. I almost
dropped my phone, which I guess wouldn’t have been so bad. I wouldn’t have had
to look at her face for another half a second before I was able to close out of
the app.
I choked on my food and
had to force myself to swallow, then I put my head in my hand and held my
breath. It stung. A lot. Seeing her face was hard for me. I shouldn’t have
opened the stupid app.
Cole, true to his perfect
persona, saw my moment of heartbreak and looked up at me concernedly.
“Hey man, you good?”
I closed my eyes,
picturing her face again. “Yeah. I’m fine. Food just got stuck in my throat.”
If I was close with him
then, I would have told him the truth. The truth about how my gut had just
fallen out of my stomach, and how an aching need to be with her filled my body.
I just missed her was all. It was like when I lost my dad.
“You sure?” He asked. I nodded, then opened my eyes and realized
we had already decimated all the food he’d bought.
“Yeah. We should get going. I have another class in thirty
minutes.”
Jonah Evarts is only 18 years old, and began writing his debut novel when
he was just 15. He lives in Manhattan, Kansas with two old people who
gave birth to him, a twenty-something dude that lives in the
basement, and two adorable canines. Growing up as a military child,
Jonah lived in Alabama, Georgia, Texas, and Korea (yes really) before
coming to Kansas. He says that Kansas is boring. He may be correct.
Jonah loves movies, music, and the occasional writing of a book. He
hopes to combine these three activities in the future, and make a
career out of it. Support this poor man-child in his attempt to do
something with his life.
he was just 15. He lives in Manhattan, Kansas with two old people who
gave birth to him, a twenty-something dude that lives in the
basement, and two adorable canines. Growing up as a military child,
Jonah lived in Alabama, Georgia, Texas, and Korea (yes really) before
coming to Kansas. He says that Kansas is boring. He may be correct.
Jonah loves movies, music, and the occasional writing of a book. He
hopes to combine these three activities in the future, and make a
career out of it. Support this poor man-child in his attempt to do
something with his life.
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