Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- 2 Months Later
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kasie West
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
“Jerk? Yeah. I normally wouldn’t tell the nominee about the nominator, but since I’m pretty sure that whole stunt had nothing to do with his fear and he only did it to mess with you, I just wanted to make sure you knew . . . in case . . . I don’t know . . . you were thinking about getting back together with him or something.” He held my gaze.
“You think I was thinking about getting back together with him?”
“I saw you two in the hall the other day and . . .” He shrugged. “You looked kind of cozy.”
He was noticing me in the hall with other guys? “We’re not getting back together.” I should’ve been even more mad right now at Robert for ruining my race that night over a month ago, but I found that I really was over it, over him. Wasting energy on him seemed pointless.
“I knew you were smarter than that.”
“Sometimes I am. Obviously not in the figuring-out-the-Heath-Hall-mystery department.”
“Nobody figures it out until the mask ends up in their possession.”
I took another long drink, my throat going cold, my jaw aching with the sugar. It tasted amazing.
Jackson laughed. “That good, huh?”
“What? Did I make a noise?”
“The kind that said sugar was back in your life to stay.”
“Funny.” I propped the drink between my knees and started the truck. “How did the whole Heath Hall thing start anyway? Do you know? The social media account was established five years ago. That’s why I thought it was someone older, like DJ.”
“Did you want Heath Hall to be the dreamy DJ?”
“No. I didn’t.” I wanted him to be you. That’s what I should’ve said, but I still didn’t quite know where we stood. We were firmly in friend territory and I couldn’t tell if he wanted to be more than that. I pulled out of the parking lot.
“How did it start? Well, legend is that someone dressed up as Heath for Halloween one year. Obviously someone with some money to throw around because they got the best-quality mask ever. If you remember, that was the year the first Heath Hall movie came out and it opened big.”
“Take Down.”
“That’s the title of the movie, right? I’ve never actually seen it.”
I laughed. “You, the caretaker of Heath Hall this year, have never seen how he came to be?”