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?
What? I just want to get it over with? I just want to take my mind off things, to forget about Andrew for a while, to use Dean as a distraction? I wish I knew what I wanted. Wouldn’t that make everything so much easier? I wish I loved him. If I loved Dean, then maybe I could forget for a second that Andrew loves Danielle.
“It’s just the right time, isn’t it?” I say, the best answer I can give.
“I wouldn’t know,” Sophie says. “I’m waiting for marriage.”
“What?” I ask. “You’re still—”
“A virgin?” Sophie finishes. “Yeah. It’s no big deal. I’m just not ready yet. I’d rather wait until I know someone loves me, you know? The guys at this school aren’t worth it.”
“But what about Andrew?” I glance over my shoulder again and see that Andrew and Chase have started dancing, jumping up and down in that silly way guys do when they’re showing off. Andrew notices me looking and waves a hand in our direction, at me or maybe at Sophie or Danielle, motioning for us to come join them. The genuine glee on his face makes my chest ache.
“Andrew didn’t love me,” Sophie says. “You should know that better than anyone.”
“Of course he did,” I say. But we both know it isn’t true. I think back to all the times he complained to me about her. Andrew and Sophie had been all wrong for each other. Maybe Sophie knew it all along. I haven’t given her enough credit.
“It’s fine, Keely,” Sophie says, smiling. “He wasn’t the one. Actually, he was a pretty bad boyfriend. I always thought, I mean, we broke up because he just wouldn’t—” She stops suddenly, turning to look at Danielle. “Never mind, sorry. I shouldn’t be bashing your date like this.” She stands up and grabs the handle of the muffin basket. “I’ll just keep handing out these muffins and you can forget I even said anything.”
“He just wouldn’t what?” Danielle asks. She’s not one to let statements hang unsaid in the air. Sophie sighs and looks back at me.
“He wouldn’t stop talking about you, Keely. It was exhausting.”
“We’re just friends,” I say immediately, the line coming naturally. But her words ignite something in me and suddenly I feel like I’m a hot wire.
“Yeah,” Sophie says. She picks up a blueberry muffin, ripping a bite off the top. Grainy sugar crumbs sprinkle down onto the surface of the table. “I get that now.”
THIRTY
