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Chapters (70)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
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  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Adam DM’ed me a photo today. He went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and sent me a picture of ABBA’s name on the wall. An inside joke from before we were even dating. “Super Trouper,” the last song on the first mix he made me. A nickname. A secret.

Did he send it in mocking or as an olive branch?

I stay up all night trying to figure out the answer.

I don’t send anything back.

57

ADAM

Summer is winding down and my boredom wears off, leaving anxiety in its place. I’m going to see him soon. Whether or not I want to, Caleb and I are going to be in the same building, in the same room, completely undefined. We never really broke up, but it’s been crickets from him all summer and the uncertainty is eating away at me. If I thought I dreaded school before knowing Caleb, it doesn’t compare to the dread I feel after losing him.

58

CALEB

I should text Adam. I should have texted him weeks ago. I should have been texting him all summer. And now school starts tomorrow and we haven’t said anything to each other since June except the occasional photo or song.

My heart is making itself sick trying to decide if it’s excited or terrified to see Adam’s face tomorrow.

59

ADAM

That could have been so much worse.

Caleb and I still only have two classes together, thankfully on alternating days (even though I never thought in a million years that he’d want to take AP Latin. The fact that he signed up for it makes dumb stupid hope flutter in my chest), so I only had to see him once today and it was fine.

Well, no, it felt like my intestines were trying to strangle my heart, but I didn’t pass out or anything, so I’m counting it as a victory.

60

CALEB

That could not have gone worse.

I wanted to say something to Adam in Latin—I mean, he’s the only reason I even signed up for the AP course in the first place—but then I saw his face and his dumb stupid freckles and I wanted to kiss him so badly I nearly passed out.

I really just need to text him.

61

ADAM

“Shove over, queerbo.” Bryce pushes me against the locker and my phone nearly drops out of my hand. Adrenaline pours through my body—I don’t know that I can muster caring if my phone breaks, but the idea of the whole hallway getting a glimpse at Caleb’s feed pulled up on my phone is mortifying.