Emme starts dating a popular high school student who happens to be from a famous political family. It seems like everyone at school either wants to be Brendon Agretti or date him. Emme feels out of her comfort zone in Brendon's world and it doesn't help that his picture-perfect ex seems determined to get back into his life, along with every other girl who wants to be the future Mrs. Agretti. Emme is already conflicted due to the fact her last boyfriend dumped her and her whole world is off kilter with her grandparents’ health issues. Life suddenly seems easier pushing Brendon away and relying on her crystals and horoscopes to guide her. Emme soon starts to realize she needs to focus less on the stars and more on her senses. Can Emme get over her insecurities and make her relationship work? Life sure is complicated when you're dating the it guy.

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Excerpt
In this scene, Brendon and Emme go out and she picks up a numerology book and wants to see if they’re considered compatible. We see her leaning on things like horoscopes, astrology, etc. instead of listening to her heart, but that changes as the book goes on.

I was trying to think of an excuse to ask him when his birthday was so I could use the numerology book on him. I decided to bring the book out to see what he’d say about it. He picked it up and started flipping through it.

“You’re into this stuff?” he asked.

“My grandma got me into it. She told me about this actress whose mother was into numerology and how the mother told her they shouldn’t get on this plane because of the flight number and her age—just all these numbers seemed unlucky and then the plane ended up crashing,” I said.

“Wow, pretty hardcore and creepy. Hey, it says you can find your destiny,” he said. “How do you do it?”

“There are different ways to figure stuff out, but the easiest one is to add up your month, birth date, and the whole year to figure out your birth number,” I said.

He pulled out a pen and started adding it up on his napkin. I saw his birth date and realized he was a Cancer—just like I suspected. Thankfully, he wasn’t a Sagittarius like John. I was convinced all Sags couldn’t settle down.

“Do I add the one and nine from the year, too?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay, I’m a three, so what does that mean?”

I flipped to the page on threes. I was more interested in knowing how threes and fives (my number) matched up, compatibility-wise, but I didn’t want to freak him out with that.

“Okay, it says you’re intelligent and used to getting your way. You have a great need to be loved and for emotional attachment,” I said, leaving out the part where it said you could

wind up jumping from relationship to relationship if you didn’t find the right person. “It also says that you are energetic and you don’t worry about the future.”

“Well, that part’s not true. I’m panicking over college applications and where I’m going to end up next year. What does yours say?” he asked.

Mine stressed how important freedom and ambition was, but I decided not to share that since he was a Cancer and stability and loyalty were important to them. There was a huge paragraph about number fives, but I just read him the good parts about my “sparkling personality,” “generous nature,” and “warm sense of humor.” Next, we did the personal year ones where we added up the birth month and date with the current year. My birthday was in August, so mine was about to change, but Brendon had just had his birthday, and he was in his number two year

“Let me read it,” he said, pulling the book away from me. In a perfect world, it would say we were soul mates, and he’d fall madly in love with me.

“Emme, listen to this, ‘This could be the year you find the right person. Love could be right around the corner, so take a chance. All your relationships will strengthen now, so go out and meet new people because the number two year is a partnership year,’” he said, as my heart shot up like it was on an elevator. “Hmmm…nothing about colleges, though.”

Thank you, Mr. Romance. Didn’t he see how fate was practically giving him a neon sign saying I was the one? Okay, maybe not neon, but pretty close. He asked what year I was in, and

I explained I was in my number five year, but it would change in August.

“It says, ‘A number five year often involves you meeting your soul mate. Sometimes these romances hit rough waters, but this will clear up by the time your sixth year rolls around. Five is a symbol of chance, so something could catch you off-guard, but it will be a turning point in your life,’” he said as he lowered the book. “So did you meet your soul mate this year?”

“Working on it,” I said.

When he got up to get a bottle of water, I flipped to the section on compatibility and checked how threes and fives matched up.

“Number eight couples: You are both intrigued by each other’s intellectual side—” Boring. “It’s as if you’ve met your match and you feel as if someone ‘gets you’ for the first time.” Here we go! “You’ll see excitement in new things and feel like the universe is opening to you. It’s like walking on air, and nothing seems out of reach. Everything is flowing for you—” Perfect. “—just don’t sabotage it with negativity, jealousy, or low self-esteem.” Crap. “Work problems out instead of running from them. Patience, compromise, and understanding your partner’s core beliefs are important. People may question if it’ll last, but if you hang in there,

you can discover a close bond.”

Well, the last part wasn’t the sunshine and rainbows I had hoped for, but things were looking up. I wish I could tell if he was into me. If only I could get a straightforward sign or something. Anything. I mean, in my perfect world, he’d be holding my hand and writing me poetry, but he didn’t seem like a poem-writing, touchy-feely kind of guy. However, minutes later, when we were leaving and walking out, Brendon saw his friend Sam. He went to

cross the street and grabbed my hand—just like I had visualized a zillion times. My heart jumped. I mean, he only held it for a second, and it was just to lead me across the street, but it was still Brendon holding my hand.

Author Bio – Krysten Lindsay Hager writes about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, frenemies, crushes, fame, first loves, and values. She is the author of the young adult Cecily Taylor Series, the young adult Star Series, Dating the It Guy, and the preteen Landry’s True Colors Series.

Her debut novel, True Colors, won the Readers Favorite award for best preteen book and the Dayton Book Expo Bestseller Award for children/teens. Competing with the Star is a Readers' Favorite Book Award Finalist. Best Friends...Forever? is a 2019 Readers' Favorite Silver Medal Winner in the Children - Preteen genre. Landry in Like is a Literary Classics Gold Medal recipient and a 2020 Readers' Favorite Bronze Medal Winner. She received her BA in English and master's degree in liberal studies from the University of Michigan-Flint.

Krysten's work has been featured in USA Today, The Flint Journal, the Grand Haven Tribune, the Beavercreek Current, the Bellbrook Times, Springfield News-Sun, Grand Blanc View, Dayton Daily News and on Living Dayton.

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