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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

He makes a pained expression. “Heather’s not feeling well. Josh wanted to come, but his girlfriend’s having some sort of meltdown, so he has to stay and Skype with her. And Audrey and Jake and the rest of them said they have a big physics exam. So they’re just going to get some sandwiches and study.”

“Oh.” I know Audrey and Jake and the rest of my teammates are in AP Physics. I’m the only one in AP Bio.

“Looks like it’s just going to be me and you, Thunder Girl!” Mr. Connelly beams. “C’mon, the Uber’s here.” He takes my arm and leads me outside to a waiting car.

Inside the Uber, I try to pull the hem of my white cotton dress down with my fingers. If I had known it was just going to be me and him, I would have worn something much longer. I glance at Mr. Connelly sitting next to me playing on his phone.

The Uber takes us to the financial district and, oddly enough, pulls up right in front of another hotel. “I thought we were going to get some seafood,” I say to Mr. Connelly.

“We are,” he says. “I just want to check out this place!”

I get out of the car and follow Mr. Connelly into the swanky hotel. He heads into a lounge full of people.

A bar?

“It’ll be fine. You’re with me,” he assures me.

I shake my head, but Mr. Connelly insists.

“Relax. You can order a lemonade.”

Reluctantly, I follow my coach into the bar. I take a seat on one of the plush leather sofas, digging my phone out of my bag and keeping it in my hand at all times. I feel more like an underage date than a pupil as Mr. Connelly sits down next to me.

The waiter appears. Mr. Connelly orders a vodka tonic for himself and a lemonade for me. The waiter doesn’t ask any questions about my age or tell me I shouldn’t be here.

“You were incredible today,” Mr. Connelly says when the waiter leaves, beaming at me.

“Thanks,” I say, trying to look as casual as a teenager can be in a bar. Despite our location, it’s nice to hear such affirmation, especially after how our last training session went.

Mr. Connelly grabs a handful of bar peanuts. “I knew you could do it. Never doubted it for a second.”

“Not even at our last team practice?” I ask.

The light from the backlit wall shines on Mr. Connelly’s frown, and I regret bringing it up. “I was just saying that so the others wouldn’t think I was giving you preferential treatment. We have to be very careful about that type of thing at the school. You know how some parents can get.”

Really? Is that the reason?