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Chapters (42)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Prologue
  5. Part 1: March
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Part 2: April
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Part 3: July
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Epilogue
  41. Also Available by Laurie Petrou
  42. Author Biography

That night, hundreds of kids in our school get a message from Aidan from his Insta account. It’s not that hard to hack Instagram. There are even tutorials online that can show you how to do it. I guess Dee found out how. I mean, I can only assume she did. Nothing else really explains this:

HEY THERE. I THOUGHT IT’D BE A GOOD IDEA IF I LET YOU KNOW: I HAVE HERPES. IT’S CONTAGIOUS AND DISGUSTING, BUT IMPORTANT FOR PEOPLE TO KNOW. KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.

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I get a text from Ava with a screenshot of the message.

Is that even true??? she asks.

Does she think I’d know? Does it matter?

But that breathing, pulsing online world never sleeps if we don’t, and so of course there is more. People reacting, other posts, Aiden’s own fury whiplashing back, saying he’d been hacked and that whoever did that would not get away with it.

Dee and I get texts from the others. Michelle, whose attention from Breanne was part of the beginning.

Did you see that thing on insta

Yeah

Do you think it’s going too far

Dee writes back: No, man, not at all. Not far enough. Think about who he is, who they all are! I can’t believe you are doubting, now, after everything!

Ok Ok I’m sorry you’re right.

Goddamn right I’m right. Don’t look back. Eyes forward.

She makes me nervous when she’s like this. So unshakable in her beliefs, so committed to letting things unravel, to watching to see what will happen, to nudging it, or pushing it along if necessary. I watch through my phone as everyone is commenting, laughing, furious. Everyone feels different; everyone feels the same.

And then, late in the night, there is an Insta story from Breanne.

She flips her hair and talks to the camera: “I feel the need to speak out about something I’ve been worrying about for a long time, and that I think puts our safety and comfort at school in jeopardy.

“One of my teachers is changing her sex. I don’t think that’s appropriate for a teacher. I know maybe that’s not politically correct, but I’m just saying what lots of us are thinking. School is crazy enough right now, what with the bullying and stuff, it’s confusing, and now we don’t even know what our teachers are!

“But even worse than that is that I have a feeling she/he has a thing going on with one of the girls who I think is part of all the bullying. I saw them together and there’s no denying they have a relationship. A physical relationship. This person is very unstable anyway, if any of you have seen her videos. This makes me feel uncomfortable, so I thought I should speak out.”