Not Your Average Fairy Tale (Not Your Average Fairy Tale #1) Read Online Free PDF

to start over. To try to be me again.
    "That's a good song," a voice said.
    I jumped, pulled out of my daydream. I didn't even realize someone was walking next to me. How I hadn't heard him approach, I wasn't sure.
    The guy with the silver eyes was back. He looked like a high school student, with his jeans and dark blue t-shirt. Maybe even a little older. His dark hair was messy, but suited him in a mysterious, sexy way. He saw me checking him out, and the corner of his mouth turned up before I looked away.
    I wasn’t sure what to say to him, so we walked in silence. After a few minutes, he spoke again.
    “Do you always walk to school?” His voice had a nice, low tone to it.
    “Yep.” I hitched up the backpack on my shoulder.
    “Why?”
    “What’s wrong with walking?” I asked.
    He chuckled. “Nothing.”
    “Really?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Then why did you laugh?”
    “You’re just funny."
    "How so?"
    He sighed. "I don't know many human … I mean, teenage girls who don't like to drive. Walking to school would mess up their hair or get them all sweaty before the day even started. But you obviously don’t care.”
    “You think I’m sweaty?” I smiled in spite of myself.
    His eyes widened. “No! That’s not what I meant at all." He held his hands up in defense, and smiled when he saw the look on my face. He dropped his hands, looking relieved.
    "I'm not one of those girls," I said.
    He looked at the ground. "Oh. That's good."
    For some reason I wanted to keep the conversation going. It was nice to talk to someone. "Are you new? I mean, at school?"
    He shrugged. "Sort of."
    I thought about the last time I spoke to him and frowned. I hadn't been the nicest person in the world. "Sorry I ran off Friday night. It wasn't a very good night. And, not to put a damper on this conversation, but you were kind of … weird."
    "You think I'm weird?" He rubbed his hands together, trying to get them warm, I assumed.
    "Well, I don't know. You kind of freaked me out, talking about, you know …"
    "Oh. Right. I don't really blame you, since you don't get three wishes very often. I'd probably think you were crazy for telling me that, too. But if I had a chance at a happy ending, I'd take it." He smiled.
    "Wait." I stopped. "You still think you're granting me three wishes?"
    "Of course. That's why I'm here."
    "Are you kidding me?" I started walking again, quickening my pace.
    "What's wrong?" He had no problem keeping up with me.
    "You're what's wrong!"
    "What did I do?"
    I stopped. We were in the parking lot of the school, and a few students eyed us as they walked by. "Do you find this funny?"
    "What?"
    A group of girls stood a few feet away, and gave me weird looks. I leaned closer to the guy so only he could hear me. "Did someone put you up to this? Trying to make me fall for something? I'm not stupid. I don't even know you and you're making me feel like an idiot. It's not funny." The girls whispered to each other and walked away. They kept glancing back at us until they reached the school.
    "I'm not trying to be funny, Kendall."
    I started. "How the heck do you know my name, anyway? I've never seen you before in my life."
    "You saw me Friday," he said.
    "You know what I mean." I stood there, waiting for him to answer my question.
    "Your friend … um … Tessa told me your name."
    "You know Tessa?"
    "Well, no. Not really." He paused. "Look, I'm not joking. I need to talk to you about your wishes."
    "I don't think so. Go find someone else to follow around. There are no such things as wishes. Or happy endings."
    He stopped walking, but I kept going. I snuck a peek over my shoulder, and caught the shocked look on his face. It looked like he did believe in happy endings. Which was weird. Turning around, I headed into the school. Hopefully I wouldn't see him again. I had my own problems to deal with.
    ***
    I was in my English class when I heard his voice behind me. I never saw him enter the room. He had a weird way of appearing