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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

We order room service. While we wait for the food to arrive, I take out my history books from my backpack. I try to read, but it’s hard to concentrate. I’m still thinking about Jay’s fit in the car. He was so angry. I thought he was going to crash the car.

Jay pats the spot next to him in bed. He’s more peaceful now as he lies there, feet crossed, gazing at me. “I’m the only homework you should be concerned about,” he says. “Come here.”

I put my textbooks down and go to him.

As I climb into bed, he starts kissing me. I kiss him back and nibble his ears. Then, ever so gently, he starts pushing my head down. I know where this is going, and I stop.

He throws his hands up at me in frustration. “What do you want, a proposal?” he asks.

“I thought we were going to take it slow,” I remind him. I get up and walk back over to my history books.

He holds his hands out to me. “But I have needs . . . ,” he whines.

I ignore him and try to concentrate on my homework. Five minutes later, he jumps out of bed and announces he’s taking a shower. He strips in front of me, taking off all his clothes. I feel the temperature rising in the room.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” he asks.

I look longingly at him. He has the most amazing body. But there’s also something delicious about waiting, as I’m starting to discover.

“Yes,” I say. I smile sweetly at him. “I’m good.”

“You’re going to pay for it, you know,” he says, grinning as he walks into the bathroom. “All this making me wait. I haven’t thought of how yet. But you’re going to pay for it.”

I put a pencil in my mouth and bite down gently. “Can’t wait.”

Forty-Eight

Dani

Ming tunes her violin in the band room after school, waiting for Mr. Rufus to approve the changes she’s made to her sheet music, while I research who the xomegan.com mole is on my phone.

“I can’t believe they took it down,” she says, playing G on the strings and adjusting the peg.

“I know! It’s so Big Brother!” I pull up the corporate site for xomegan.com and scroll through the About Us.

Ming closes her eyes and plays a dramatic piece on the violin, her eyebrows rising and falling. When she opens her eyes again, she asks, “And what does a private equity fund care about a teen-chat forum?”

“Or American Prep, for that matter,” I mutter.