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
And Florence, how she still didn’t tell everyone her other secret. Though now I understand a little more why she’s so afraid. Her situation is complicated. After Jess left, she told us her dad won’t even let her call him Dad in public. They put her here in America so no one would find out about her.
Dani knocks on my door as I’m putting on my boots.
“Come in!”
“I just wanted to say thank you again,” she says. “You look nice! Going out with your dad again?”
I shake my head.
“He seemed really nice, by the way,” she adds.
Ha, if she only knew. “I’m going out to dinner with my mom and my boyfriend.”
“Is that the guy who always drives up in his Ferrari?”
“Lamborghini,” I correct, then feel immediately bad for being one of those people who knows the difference and actually corrects people.
Dani reaches into her jean pocket and pulls out five twenty-dollar bills.
“This is for the other day. I’ll pay you the rest later,” she says.
I shake my head. “You don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” Dani insists.
She pushes the money into my hands. I can tell it means a lot to her that I accept it, just as it’s important to me that she think my parents are perfect and my dad would never walk out on me at dinner. I thank her for the money and put it in my purse as the doorbell rings. My mom’s here.
“It’s okay, honey,” my mom says from across the table. We’re sitting in Mori, one of the top sushi restaurants in Orange County, and Jay’s late. “You have to understand, guys get busy sometimes.”
I nod, pushing the wasabi around in my soy sauce. He’s really late. We’re almost done. My mom has to leave for the airport soon or she won’t make it for her connecting flight to New York. I try him again on his cell. Where is he?
It goes straight to voice mail.
“I don’t understand,” I say apologetically. “I told him five times we were going to dinner tonight.”
I try texting him. My mom reaches across the table for my phone.
“Honey, you need to stop,” she says, switching off my phone. “He’s going to think you’re needy.”
My mom tosses my phone into her purse.
“When I first met your dad, I didn’t call him back for days,” she says, blowing on her green tea. “You have to be a little more coy with guys or they’ll lose interest.”
See, this is exactly why I needed Jay here tonight, so I wouldn’t have to deal with my mom’s psychobabble all by myself. “Jay and I don’t need to play games. We’re in a happy, healthy relationship,” I inform my mother.