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Chapters (47)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. About the Author
  5. Booklist
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Part Two
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Excerpt from Dead Little Mean Girl by Eva Darrows

“They haven’t because she dropped out,” Leaf said. “Got her GED instead. She didn’t want to deal with the garbage. She was one of three brownish girls in her senior class, and people were crappy to her already, never mind with a baby coming, so she went to night school instead. I hope you have a better time of it than she did.”

“I hope so, too.” While his sister’s path wasn’t one I particularly wanted for myself, acknowledging it existed if things went topsy-turvy—or topsier and turvier, if that was possible—was a comfort. Well, it would be if everything turned out okay for her, anyway. “How’s she doing? Your sister?”

Leaf smiled, the strain on his face evaporating as he talked about his family. “Miri’s great. She lives with her husband, Eric, and my niece, Elana, at a military base in Florida. Just got stationed there. We’ll see them again during the holiday, or we’ll go see them if he can’t get time off. I’m not sure how that works with the army but I’m excited. I miss her.”

“That’s cool.”

Leaf nodded and reached into his bag for his phone, promptly producing a zillion photographs of a toddler with black hair and dark brown eyes. I could see a little bit of Leaf in her nose and chin.

“She looks like you. Right here, the jaw shape in particular.” I tapped the screen of his phone.

“The poor kid.”

I snorted. “Hardly! You’re cute as hell! She’s a lucky kid.”

The words spilled out before I could think better of them. Heat flooded my cheeks, my eyes darting up to his face. He was peering at me, his head cocked to the side. “You think so?”

“Well, yeah. Different circumstances, sure.” The silence between us was heavy, like sediment, and I squirmed in my chair, devolving from teenaged girl to a worm on hot pavement in two seconds. “I know you can’t really date a pregnant girl, though.”

“Oh? Well, not if she doesn’t want me to, no.” He reached for his phone, and I slid it into his big palm, my fingers grazing his.

“Oh,” I said. “I thought, after we talked the other night, you were all set with me that way. I suspected you liked me, but you got different after I told you about the kid.”