Chapters (39)
- 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
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
ME
They are very nice indeed. Lots of fun activities
ANDREW
I’ve heard the spelunking is excellent
ME
spelunking?
ANDREW
cave exploration
I snort, and then look up at Ms. Galloway guiltily, trying to keep my phone hidden. Ava looks over at me curiously.
“James Dean?” she mouths, pointing toward the screen.
“Ladies, phones away or they will be confiscated.” Ms. Galloway stops writing on the board and crosses her arms. “And the sprinklers are on right now in the field, so you really don’t want your property out there.”
I throw the phone into my backpack, looking back at her with perfect innocence.
It turns out it’s fun sharing a secret with Andrew. It feels like it did when we were kids and used to organize secret missions against our parents. Mission: Steal a piece of cake out of the fridge without getting caught. Mission: Crawl under Mom’s desk while she’s on the phone and steal one of her shoes. Mission: Take Keely’s virginity.
I haven’t told Hannah yet about the Plan—which has become such a monumental deal in my panicking brain I’ve started thinking of it with a capital letter—and I’m not sure I will. A part of me likes the fact it’s just between Andrew and me. It’s our secret. And even though it was Hannah’s idea to begin with, I’m a little embarrassed to tell her that I’ve decided to go through with it. That I’m too scared to tell Dean the truth.
I’ve gone a little wild with the research. I want to make sure we’re extra careful—I’ve seen enough stupid reality shows about teen pregnancy to know it’s a bad idea. I’m curious about sex tips too. I know the internet is exploding with information, but I don’t know how to find any of those websites, and I’m terrified that if I look up porn on my phone, my parents will see it on the bill. Do they list websites you look at on the phone bill? I think about googling it to be sure, but what if they list that on the bill too?
I decide that books are safe. Books are full of useful information, and they can’t be too graphic if someone decided to print them and put them in a bookstore where even grandmas and kids can see them. I pick up three, paying cash just in case: a huge textbook called Sexual Bodies Explained, an illustrated guide called The Art of Love—which features a cartoon couple engaged in hundreds of different freaky positions—and Wings of Passion, a paperback romance novel I grab at the last second, hoping it might give me emotional insight.