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
He held out his hand like a question and I took it. I could still hardly see, so I was glad he was guiding me. Like he’d warned, the bell rang. He brought me closer and put his arm around me. I hid my face against his shoulder, hoping nobody would know it was me. We made it to the parking lot without anyone calling out to me. I hoped that was a good sign. He unlocked the door to his car with his weird two-lefts-and-one-right-turning method and opened it wide. I dropped all my stuff onto the passenger-side floor and practically dived inside. He shut the door behind me. I laid my head on the seat and let it all out.
Twenty-One
Like Jackson promised, he didn’t say a word. He was quiet as he started the car and drove. I didn’t sit up to see where he was driving us, but I was glad he was leaving the school. Eventually he parked and shut off the car. He still hadn’t said anything. I wondered if this was a record for him.
The seat smelled a little of gas or grease or something—that old-car smell. I sat up, wiped my cheeks with my sleeve, and peered out the front window. He’d driven us to Lookout Point above the lake. My lake. This wasn’t the side of the lake I swam on. This was the side where everyone at school went to drink or make out. I turned my gaze to him and he held up his hands.
“It was the first quiet place I could think of.”
“You come here a lot?”
He laughed. “Yes.” Then, after a minute of silence added, “But not in the way you’re thinking. I like to walk. It helps me think. I like nature.”
It really was beautiful. The trees were in full spring green. Wildflowers covered the ground where the cars hadn’t driven. And the lake was a dark sheet of glass below us. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and used them again to wipe beneath my eyes, sure they were black with mascara.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“I’m sorry for what I said about you.”
“Don’t apologize for how you feel.”
“I’m sure you can guess that it’s not really about you.”
He nodded slowly. “Who’s Eric?”
“My brother.”
“So your brother is a screwup like me and he gets all the attention for it?”
“You’re not a screwup.”
“I didn’t realize you had a brother.”
Did I want to tell him? I knew it would clear up some of the bad feelings he might have over what I’d said. But it would turn those feelings into pity and I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. “I kind of live in his shadow and have been trying to get out of it for years.”