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Back Parachutes
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 don’t want to take it!” I protest. I try to give it back to him, but my finger accidentally taps Answer.

Reluctantly, I lift the phone to my ear. “Hello?” I ask.

Upon hearing my voice, the girl, whoever she is, hangs up. I look down at the name on the screen. The name on the screen reads “Tall. High cheekbones. Jimmy Choos.”

“Who’s Jimmy Choos?” I look up at Jay. “You name girls based on what they’re wearing?”

His face turns red as he mumbles a response. “I meet a lot of girls. It’s so I don’t forget what they look like.”

“What am I in here as?” I ask. I start searching my number. Jay reaches to grab his phone out of my hand but it’s too late. I find my number listed under “Claire. Cute smile. Virgin.”

“What the fuck?” I yell at him.

“I’m sorry! I’m just really organized,” he says.

“You’re organized? This is insane,” I tell him. I continue scrolling through the many, many girls in his contacts, and they’re all tagged “meis.” Mei means “hot girl” in Chinese.

“What the hell? Bubble butt? Button nose? Dimple cheeks?” I read from his phone. A few shoppers turn and stare at us. “And why are we all tagged meis?”

Jay plunges his face in his hands.

“It just helps me find the contact faster. It’s more efficient!”

“More efficient?” I put up my hands. I can’t believe this. “For what? When you text them for a booty call?” I meant it as a joke, but when he doesn’t respond, my eyes go wide. “Oh my God! That’s exactly what you do!”

I throw the phone back at him and pull my own out to get an Uber. I have zero interest in being with someone who labels girls based on the shape of their ass. I don’t care how nice he is to my friends at hot pot.

“Stop! What are you doing?” he asks as I walk away.

“You can find yourself another mei,” I yell as I head toward the parking lot.

As I’m walking out, Jay runs toward me and pulls me aside.

“Fine, you know what,” he says. He grabs his phone and holds it up so I can see. I watch as he does a quick search all for meis. There are 129 entries. 129! He highlights them all, and before I can say a word, he presses Delete.

“There,” he says. “All gone.”

I put my hand to my mouth.

The soft ocean breeze blows loose strands of my hair in my face as Jay pulls me close and wraps his arms around me.

“I don’t want those girls anymore.” He looks into my eyes and says, “I want you.”

Forty-Six

Dani