Back Out of Character
Chapters (53)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Excerpt for Conventionally Yours
  48. Chapter One
  49. Chapter Two
  50. Book Club Treasure Hunt
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. About the Author
  53. Back Cover

“I want to hear all about this group-house situation Jasper mentioned to me too,” the professor added as he led a befuddled Milo toward the kitchen.

“They’ll be all right,” Professor Tuttle assured me as we headed to the dining room table. Apparently not needed for the revue that night, Kellan was already there, fiddling with the cameras.

“No Jasmine?” I asked as I set my stuff down.

Kellan made a sad face. “She had a paper to write. Not everyone has the cupcake of a last semester schedule like you.”

“By design.” I pulled out a deck and started shuffling while waiting for Professor Tuttle to get situated. “I front-loaded my year because I knew I’d be ready to be done.”

“Done?” Kellan shot me a skeptical look. “Thought you were the one who wasn’t ready to graduate and move on.”

“That was before…” My voice trailed off because so much had happened in only a few weeks. Milo. The cards. New certainty about what I wanted. “Yeah. I am ready. Bring on whatever’s next.”

“Absolutely agree. I’ve got two interviews for summer-stock costuming positions.”

“Seriously? That’s awesome.” I was going to miss my friends, no question. And I’d miss my family if I moved away, even a short distance, but I finally felt ready. Ready for graduation. Ready to see Kellan crushing it with Broadway and Hollywood costumes. Ready to let people move on even as I kept others close. Like Milo. As I set up my play mat, I could see us squashed into a chair together, scrolling social media, seeing where everyone else ended up. The future might still be big and scary, but it was way more hopeful now.

“Now, Jasper.” Across from me, Professor Tuttle slapped a deck down on the table. “I have a new gambit play I want to explain and then have you demonstrate defending against.”

The professor’s move was truly devious, and I couldn’t decide which I liked better: the play itself, which involved discarding an entire hand, or defending against it, which took a certain deftness.

“Aha!” I crowed as I finally mastered the timing for getting my block ready. “I see your plan and not today! Countered!”

“Excellent, Jasper,” Professor Tuttle cheered.

“Oh, this would be perfect against cheaters like George,” Kellan observed as he gave the signal that we were off-camera again.

Right then, Milo came to the doorway, his speculative expression revealing that he’d probably heard George’s name. I tried not to feel a pang of regret that I wouldn’t get to play hero for him, swoop in and restore Milo’s cards, and crush George in the process.

“Food’s ready.”

“Cookies!” Professor Tuttle skipped the nachos to take two cookies while Professor Herrera clucked at him. They were almost too cute. The rest of us made plates of food while Milo proudly explained what was in each component.