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
Of course he’d say that. That’s what he did, thought about himself. And besides, even if I went with his advice, I wasn’t sure which choice was best for me. One would be right for me now and one later. And I didn’t even know which was which. I turned off my phone and put it on my desk. I wasn’t sure I’d make the right choice but I did know that I’d have to make one.
Thirteen
I pulled the sweatshirt out of my backpack and handed it to Robert. I’d flagged him down in the hall after I saw him leaving the science building. “Here. I couldn’t find your math book.”
“Oh. I found my math book. Thanks.” He held the sweatshirt to his nose. “It smells like you.”
My face got hot. “Yeah. It’s been at my house.” Under a couple sprays of my perfume. “Where was your math book?” I asked, mostly to change the subject.
“At Luke’s.”
“I looked for it the other night. It brought back some homework memories.”
“You mean like the time when I did my homework and you Googled swim strokes,” he said flatly.
“Right.” It was nice of him to keep reminding me why we weren’t together anymore. “Me and my one-track mind,” I added sarcastically.
“So you’re admitting it for once?”
A new song came out of the earbuds that were dangling around my neck. I could barely make out the tune but my mind immediately started singing the lyrics. I wanted to just put them in and walk away. “I guess the truth can’t be hidden forever,” I said, mostly because I didn’t want to argue about this.
“Or the sun or the moon.”
I froze. “What?”
“Is that not how the saying goes? Your dad said that to us once, right?” His expression was innocent, relaxed. It didn’t seem like he was hiding anything or trying to fool me.
“He did?”
“Yes, you’d shown up late for curfew and we made up some excuse that he obviously knew was a lie.”
I could remember my dad giving me a lecture, but I didn’t remember Robert being there at all. I tried to picture Robert in a tux and a mask. At the museum Heath Hall had been forty feet away, so it was hard to gauge size. If I backed up forty feet right now maybe it would be easier to tell.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like I just ate your last french fry.”
“You liked to do that a lot.”
He smiled. “Only because it made you mad.”
I took a step back. “I have to go.”