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
We pulled in to the parking lot and I claimed I had to talk to a teacher before the bell rang. But DJ wasn’t in the coach’s office. Why did he pick today of all days to really not-work? Didn’t he want to talk to me before tonight? Before I had to see him again with that mask on. Was I supposed to pretend I didn’t know him?
A growl escaped my throat and I headed for my first-period class.
“Moore!” The call must’ve been loud because I heard it through my music. I clicked the off button and turned.
Jackson was heading my way at a slow jog. My heart gave a little leap.
“Hey, Holt.”
He had his mischief-making smile on. “You’re not the only one who can figure things out.”
I stopped in the middle of the hall. “What?”
He held up the Styrofoam cup I hadn’t seen until then. “Norman’s. I don’t believe you went to that seedy shop for me.”
“Oh. Right. You found it.” If that had been Jackson last night online, he’d mention it now, wouldn’t he? I stared at him, willing him to say something. He just had his easy smile on.
“You no longer own me.” He took a sip, then met my eyes. “Unless you want to.”
My heart thudded twice. I wasn’t sure if he was just being his jokester self right now or if he was being serious. “I . . .”
The bell rang. “We’ll talk later, Moore,” he said, then held up his cup again. “To heaven in a cup.” Then he turned and jogged away. No, that boy did not need to put on a mask to speak his mind. There was no way he was Heath Hall.
Only we didn’t talk later. And DJ never showed up at school, so I couldn’t talk to him. Now I was facing the night, the Heath Hall event, blind. My shoulders were acting up. I needed some aspirin. Amelia dropped her bag in the middle of my bedroom floor. “Due to the vagueness of tonight’s event, I had no idea what to wear. What are you wearing?”
“Jeans and a nice shirt. I think.”
“Good call. An in-between outfit.” She opened her bag and began flinging clothes onto my bed. “I don’t believe your parents left you alone for the weekend.”
“One night.”
“My parents would never trust me enough to leave me home alone. They would think I’d throw a party or something.” She stopped and put her hands on her hips. “We should throw a party. We can invite everyone over after the Heath Hall thing tonight.”
“Probably not a good idea.”
“You’re right. We’ll just invite a few people over.”