Chapters (93)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kelly Yang
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
Her words surprise the hell out of me. “I thought you didn’t like living with us,” I say quietly. “You know, from your WeChat posts,” I add.
She flushes. “I was just writing that for my friends back home. It was stupid; I’m sorry.” Her phone dings. It’s her Uber driver. She asks me if I need a ride. I shake my head no.
“Thanks again for coming. And I’ll pay you back!” I say to her. I put my hands together. “Please don’t say anything to my mom about this.”
She shakes her head, like she would never.
“Or to Zach,” I add.
As her Uber driver pulls up, Claire opens the door and turns to me, shielding her face from the sun with her hand. “Zach, is he like your boyfriend or something?” she asks.
I shake my head. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, wondering whether I should tell her I like him. But when I look up, she’s already inside the Uber.
I wave as she drives off. She texts me from inside the Uber, Next time you want to go crazy in a grocery store, call me and we’ll go crazy together. Especially in the chocolate aisle!
I smile. I was wrong about Claire.
Fifty-One
Claire
I was happy to be able to help Dani. She’s done so much for me, not the least of which was help me get an amazing English teacher. Jess is waiting for me in my room after I get back from the grocery store, not to go shopping, but to study. Dani’s mom, who came home to get her phone, let her in. I’m helping Jess prep for the English placement test. More parachutes have been testing out, not just in English but in math, science, and history too. It’s wonderful to see so many parachutes taking charge.
Now when the bell rings, instead of the usual stampede of jet-black hair heading one way and blonds the other, there is jet-black dotted throughout the blond and brunette, which makes me smile. I’ve been trying to encourage Jay to test out too, but when it comes to school, he’s not too bothered. He tells me he’s going to take over his dad’s company when he gets out of college, a plan that I’m sure will impress my mom at dinner. And for that role, his old man says it’s more about instinct than book smarts.
“You’re late,” Jess says, pointing to her Cartier tank.
“Sorry,” I say, putting my purse down. “I lost track of time.”
“Where were you?” she asks. I shrug, not about to tell her Dani’s secret. Instead, I delete my WeChat moments on my phone and point to the English books on my desk.
“Did you get started?” I ask.