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Chapters (93)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-One
  34. Thirty-Two
  35. Thirty-Three
  36. Thirty-Four
  37. Thirty-Five
  38. Thirty-Six
  39. Thirty-Seven
  40. Thirty-Eight
  41. Thirty-Nine
  42. Forty
  43. Forty-One
  44. Forty-Two
  45. Forty-Three
  46. Forty-Four
  47. Forty-Five
  48. Forty-Six
  49. Forty-Seven
  50. Forty-Eight
  51. Forty-Nine
  52. Fifty
  53. Fifty-One
  54. Fifty-Two
  55. Fifty-Three
  56. Fifty-Four
  57. Fifty-Five
  58. Fifty-Six
  59. Fifty-Seven
  60. Fifty-Eight
  61. Fifty-Nine
  62. Sixty
  63. Sixty-One
  64. Sixty-Two
  65. Sixty-Three
  66. Sixty-Four
  67. Sixty-Five
  68. Sixty-Six
  69. Sixty-Seven
  70. Sixty-Eight
  71. Sixty-Nine
  72. Seventy
  73. Seventy-One
  74. Seventy-Two
  75. Seventy-Three
  76. Seventy-Four
  77. Seventy-Five
  78. Seventy-Six
  79. Seventy-Seven
  80. Seventy-Eight
  81. Seventy-Nine
  82. Eighty
  83. Eighty-One
  84. Eighty-Two
  85. Eighty-Three
  86. Eighty-Four
  87. Eighty-Five
  88. Author’s Note
  89. Acknowledgments
  90. About the Author
  91. Books by Kelly Yang
  92. Back Ad
  93. About the Publisher

“I’ll be right back,” I tell Ming.

I walk over to Mr. Connelly. He looks up at me from the granola-bar stand.

“Hey, Mr. Connelly,” I say to him. “I was just wondering . . . did you ever get my email?”

Mr. Connelly frowns. “Not here,” he says. He turns and leads the way out of the cafeteria. I follow him to an empty staircase.

“Did you read my email?” I ask again.

“Yes,” he says. His voice is ice. He puts his thumb and index finger to his forehead, like the very mention of the email is bringing on a migraine. He takes a deep breath. “Why would you do that? Why would you write that to me?”

I look up at him, confused.

“After everything I’ve done for you, I can’t believe you’d put that in an email!” he says, raising his voice. He struggles to stay calm. “If you were mad, you should’ve come talk to me. You should’ve called me.” He stares at me, letting the full extent of his disappointment sink in. “You don’t do this.”

Tears threaten in my eyes as I nod.

He walks out.

Thirty-Nine

Claire

Jay’s in the parking lot, getting into his Lamborghini. I run up to him with the jewelry box in my hands. It’s so sweet, but I can’t accept them.

His face falls when I hand him back the earrings. “But they looked so good on you!”

“They’re way too expensive,” I say.

“That’s for me to decide, not you,” he says. He points to his car. “Get in. I’ll give you a ride home.”

The passenger-side door opens up, and I slide in. I’ve been inside luxury sports cars before, but never a Lamborghini. They’re rare in Shanghai, and my dad, for all his love of luxury goods, never really got into sports cars. “Who am I trying to impress? The other people on the road?” he’d cackle.

Jay, though, is really into his car. As the Lamborghini roars to life, Jay backs out of the parking lot. It’s an incredibly loud car, and Jay shouts over the noise.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” he asks as he switches between lanes, finding any opportunity to accelerate, even on local streets.

“No.” I return the question, “Do you?”

He laughs.

I point to Dani’s street ahead and tell him to turn right. He nods but then ignores me and keeps going straight.

“Hey, you’re going the wrong way,” I tell him. “My host’s house is back that way.”

“I know,” he says as he steps on the gas.

“So where are we going?” I ask. “I thought you’re taking me home.”

He looks over at me and grins. “I am . . . eventually,” he says.