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Back Nobody in Particular
Chapters (61)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  4. ONE DANNI
  5. TWO ROSE
  6. THREE DANNI
  7. FOUR DANNI
  8. FIVE ROSE
  9. SIX ROSE
  10. SEVEN DANNI
  11. EIGHT ROSE
  12. NINE DANNI
  13. TEN ROSE
  14. ELEVEN ROSE
  15. TWELVE ROSE
  16. THIRTEEN ROSE
  17. FOURTEEN DANNI
  18. FIFTEEN DANNI
  19. SIXTEEN ROSE
  20. SEVENTEEN DANNI
  21. EIGHTEEN ROSE
  22. NINETEEN ROSE
  23. TWENTY DANNI
  24. TWENTY-ONE DANNI
  25. TWENTY-TWO DANNI
  26. TWENTY-THREE ROSE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR ROSE
  28. TWENTY-FIVE DANNI
  29. TWENTY-SIX ROSE
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN DANNI
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT ROSE
  32. TWENTY-NINE ROSE
  33. THIRTY DANNI
  34. THIRTY-ONE DANNI
  35. THIRTY-TWO ROSE
  36. THIRTY-THREE DANNI
  37. THIRTY-FOUR ROSE
  38. THIRTY-FIVE ROSE
  39. THIRTY-SIX DANNI
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN ROSE
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT DANNI
  42. THIRTY-NINE ROSE
  43. FORTY DANNI
  44. FORTY-ONE ROSE
  45. FORTY-TWO DANNI
  46. FORTY-THREE ROSE
  47. FORTY-FOUR DANNI
  48. FORTY-FIVE ROSE
  49. FORTY-SIX ROSE
  50. FORTY-SEVEN DANNI
  51. FORTY-EIGHT ROSE
  52. FORTY-NINE ROSE
  53. FIFTY ROSE
  54. FIFTY-ONE ROSE
  55. FIFTY-TWO DANNI
  56. EPILOGUE ROSE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. Also by Sophie Gonzales
  59. Praise Page
  60. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  61. Newsletter Sign-up

So, Molly hates me. It’s a loss, but I suppose it’s also her prerogative. Friendships fade, sometimes, don’t they? Often, even. We evolve, and we grow, and we form new attachments, and we let go of old ones. If Molly truly believes I’m that terrible—that unsalvageable—then what point is there in arguing back? She clearly doesn’t want an apology from me, and furthermore, very patently feels that whatever is defective in me runs so deep I can’t begin to remediate it.

So, what’s left?

“I understand,” I say, soft and measured. “Well, then. What should we do about our mutual friends? Can you bear to be around me, for them?”

She has that look again. Contempt. Disgust. She even shakes her head at me a little for emphasis.

If even this version of me, my most calm, measured, and rational self, is reprehensible to her, there is certainly no point in attempting to glue the shards of this back together.

“Danni was meant to be my friend,” she says, rather petulantly. “I met her first.”

I refuse to engage with that. When I simply wait, my eyebrows raised a little, Molly has the decency to look embarrassed with herself.

“I’ll think about it,” she says, and I’m struck by the sudden image of a separating couple dividing their assets. Who and what will we each inherit in the great divorce? Who will lay claim to our lunch table? Our second-row desks in the classroom? The thought is so ludicrous, it almost makes me giggle, and Molly frowns at my lightened expression.

“I have stuff to do,” she says in dismissal, and I realize with a start I’ve overstayed my tenuous-to-begin-with welcome.

I suppose it’s over, then. Just like that. A lifetime with her, done.

She doesn’t even glance up as I leave.

FOURTEEN DANNI

RG

Rach

Do you ever stare at friends of yours for no reason?

Not on purpose.

Why?

So if you were accidentally staring and smiling

And your friend caught you

You wouldn’t keep looking at them anyway?

Um no

I don’t think so?

What if it was a guy you had a crush on?

I mean I wouldn’t because I’m shy but

If my crush did that to me I’d start planning our wedding

Huh.

Why are you still awake? Isn’t it 2am there?

Can’t sleep. Going to try again.

Night!

FIFTEEN DANNI