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?
ANDREW
Hey
ME
Hey
ANDREW
Are you coming tonight? To the last supper?
ME
Yeah, you?
ANDREW
Do you want to go together?
ANDREW
I mean, carpool?
ME
I can’t. I’m going to Dean’s first
ME
to pick up alcohol
ANDREW
Oh. Yeah I’m probably gonna stay over anyway, so carpooling won’t really work
ANDREW
Unless you wanted to spend the night too? Could give you a ride home
ME
Yeah, we can spend the night
ME
I mean, I know you’re spending the night with Danielle. I just meant I’ll be staying over too. On the couch
ANDREW
Yeah, I got it
ME
Ok see you there!
• • • • • •
When I get to Dean’s house, he has a box waiting for me full of plastic handles, some tequila and something with a dragon on the label that looks like it might kill a grown man. He’s sitting on the couch with Cody and they’re playing Mario Kart again. It’s like the world might end if they ever stop.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I ask him, trying to lift the box. It’s way heavier than I imagined.
“Nah, you go ahead,” he says. “You should come by after though.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to get a ride.” If all the contents of this box get consumed, there’s no way anybody will be driving before tomorrow. And I don’t want to walk across campus in the middle of the night.
“It’s just the last supper concept is kinda weird,” he says. “I feel kinda out of place going to your end-of-high-school stuff. You know, you could always skip it and we could drink this booze here.” He’s smiling in a way that makes me think he’s joking and it’s not a real offer. What’s strange though is that I don’t think I’d take him up on it if it were. For some reason, even though I’ve spent all of high school complaining about parties, I’m actually looking forward to this one. I think it’s because it might be our last.
“It’s not going to be anything weird,” I say.
“I’ll just see you tomorrow, okay?” he says. “For prom. That’s gonna be the real party.”
“Dean is so excited for prom he’s practically peeing his pants,” Cody says, and I can’t tell whether he’s being sarcastic. I get the sense that what he’s saying is a little bit mean, but I can’t be sure.
“Okay.”
“It’s two fifty for the booze,” Dean says. I nod and dig through my wallet, handing him the money Danielle gave me. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?” he says. “You’re not mad, right? You’re still excited about prom?”