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
He wipes the water from the corners of his mouth and starts walking away.
Is he just going to ignore me? I rush after him. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? She’s kind of going through a lot right now, that’s what’s wrong. You should know.” He walks briskly and I struggle to keep up.
“Know what?” I ask, picking up the pace.
Zach stops walking.
“Hey, do you know anyone on the ad board?” he asks.
Shit, so it’s true. I tell him only Mr. Matthews. But if she’s going before the ad board, she should know the administration is ten times more powerful than she thinks.
Zach shakes his head like he doesn’t understand. I pull him into an empty classroom and finally tell him the whole truth about everything that happened to me this year. About Seattle, xomegan.com, the real reason they took away my headmistress commendation. Everything.
“Oh my God,” he says. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. My gaze falls to my feet. I don’t have the words to explain why I kept it a secret. It wasn’t like by keeping it small, it disappeared. Instead, it just burned a hole inside my pocket.
“I’m so sorry,” Zach says, putting his arms around me.
As Zach holds me, I breathe into his sweatshirt. I think about all the times he’s cheered me up this past year, lifted me when I felt defeated. As I pull away from him, I say, “I hope you and Claire are happy together.” I say it from the most genuine part of me, the part that misses both of them.
“Thanks.” Zach smiles.
He pushes open the door to the hallway. “I’m sorry again, Dani,” he says. “I wish you had told me earlier so I could have helped you.”
I raise my eyes. “You did help me,” I tell him.
Zach gives me another hug and wishes me well at Snider. “I’m proud of you, De La Cruz,” he says. “I’ll be rooting for you.”
Seventy-Three
Claire
Early on Wednesday, the day before the ad board meeting, I go to find Ms. Jones. My parents are still really unsure about this whole ad board thing, but I reassured them that my English teacher’s going to be on it. I push open the door to my English class, but instead of finding Ms. Jones at her desk, I find Mrs. Wallace.
“Where’s Ms. Jones?” I ask.
“Home!” she exclaims. “I’ll be teaching this class again.”
I immediately make an excuse to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom stall, I tap into my in-box, closing my eyes as I hit refresh and wait for my emails to load. Please please . . . let it not be true.
And then I see it.
Dear Claire,