Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
She can’t help it, though. She does care. At first, right after Sloane, it was a reflex to keep doing what she’d always done, to pretend that nothing had changed and everything was fine. Lately she’s not sure, but she keeps at it. Treading water. Staying afloat.
So before she gets in her car, Lulu texts Tae Young, who’s in her English class, to ask her if she’s studying for the final tomorrow. Tae Young invites her over to her house, where she and her friends and Lulu spend the afternoon googling themes and quizzing each other on quotations.
At the end of the afternoon Lulu convinces everyone to jump in the pool fully dressed. She goes with them, and then gets out to film the girls, their hair and their clothes billowing around them like soft flowers in the water. It makes her feel better about everything in her life right now, to know that at least it still looks like she’s living the way she always has.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BEA IS SITTING on Rich’s lap, her knees curled to her chest and her head flopped lazily against his shoulder. Jules is sitting next to Rich, and Patrick is sitting next to him. Patrick’s girlfriend, Taylor, is perched on the couch’s armrest with her feet in Patrick’s lap.
They look like a puzzle, Lulu thinks, neatly put together so that everything fits. She’s sitting on the floor with the rest of the odds and ends: Emily Williams, who’s Bea’s best friend from elementary school, and Jason Aguilar, a junior on the baseball team who one of the dudes must have invited.
Lulu never knows what to call the thing that happens before the party—the part where whoever’s closest and most in comes over to hide valuables and lock bedroom doors and take shots together, to assert their ownership over the house and the night and one another before anyone else is allowed to come inside. Like so many things in her life, it’s a ritual she has no language for, because no one ever talks about it. It’s just—you get the Flash that says Come over at 8, or you’re relegated to some outside circle, and what you hear from a friend of a friend, that the party starts at like 9ish.