Chapters (93)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Fourteen
- Fifteen
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- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
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- 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
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- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
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- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
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- 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
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- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kelly Yang
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
I nod. Jay hasn’t arrived yet, thankfully, but the ad board members have. There are four faculty members on the board. They are Mr. Matthews, the school counselor; Mr. Francis, a PE teacher; Ms. Sloan, a teacher I don’t know; and Mrs. Mandalay. The door opens and in comes the student representatives. My eyes flash with surprise when I see Emma Lau, the girl from my class.
She gives me a small, guarded smile as she takes a seat—I can’t believe she’s here! Jordan Bekowski, the other student rep, sits down beside her. Nancy and Florence quietly come in after them.
“Great, are we all here?” Mrs. Mandalay asks.
The door opens. I draw in a sharp breath as Jay walks in.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jay says.
He takes a seat across from me. I sit up, trying not to be intimidated as Zach stares Jay down. The door opens again, and a bunch of other parachutes follow Jay in, faces both familiar and new. They must be his character witnesses. Mrs. Mandalay calls the meeting to order and goes over the rules of the proceedings.
“Claire, since you are the claimant, we will start with you. Can you please walk us through what happened the night of Friday the fifteenth?” she asks.
I pull out my speech. I’d prepared it in advance and rehearsed it a thousand times in my room, like Dani always did before a big debate. As I read my statement, my voice is nowhere near as strong as hers. It wobbles with emotion. Still, I manage to get the words out. When I get to the part where he pushed me onto the bed, Jay interrupts me.
“Excuse me, I didn’t push you onto the bed. You climbed onto the bed with me,” he corrects.
Mr. Francis leans forward. “So you’re saying it was consensual?” he asks Jay, scribbling on his notebook.
“No! It wasn’t consensual!” I object. I stare into Jay’s eyes, daring him to lie to my face. And he does. Effortlessly.
“Yes,” Jay answers.
I turn to the teachers. “He pinned me down. I screamed no! So many times!”
Mrs. Mandalay motions for me to calm down.
“And then what happened?” Ms. Sloan asks.
“Then I took a shower,” I say.
“Where? At your house?” Mr. Francis says.
I shake my head. “At his place,” I say.
Mr. Matthews’s eyebrows squeeze together into a tight, confused wrinkle. “Why?”
“I wanted to get him off me,” I say. He would too if a squid had just slithered all up and down his body. I wanted to take a million showers.
Mr. Francis clears his throat. “Yeah, but why did you do it there?” he asks.
I glance at Jess. Help!