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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. The Letter
  47. Chapter Forty-three
  48. Chapter Forty-four
  49. Chapter Forty-five
  50. Chapter Forty-six
  51. Chapter Forty-seven
  52. Chapter Forty-eight
  53. Chapter Forty-nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-one
  56. Chapter Fifty-two
  57. Chapter Fifty-three
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Resources
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. What’s next onyour reading list?

Now that she’s ruined my life, Ms. Kowalski moves on in her roll call.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I can’t breathe.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

May’s face has turned red. She’s shaking.

The anger in her eyes is drilling a hole through my skin. I swear I can feel it burning me on my insides.

“Are you okay?” I mouth at her, even though I am more than certain that she wants nothing to do with me, now or ever again. She drops face-first on her desk and wraps her arms around her head. This is not good. Ms. Crazy-Hair at the front of the room blabbers on like nothing has happened.

I start to stand but hesitate. If I go over there, I might make things worse. Considering I’m the dickhead who caused this to happen.

I’m halfway out of my chair when Ms. Kowalski finally takes notice.

“May, are you okay?” May’s head is still buried in her arms.

Another student raises his hand. “Ms. Kowalski? Not to freak you out, but I don’t think she’s okay. It sounds like she’s panting.”

“Yeah,” a girl in front of me chimes in. “She did not look good before she wrapped herself up like that.” She pauses and then in a bad stage whisper says, “I mean, you know who she is…right?”

Ms. Kowalski does not look like she has the faintest idea who May is, or what she’s supposed to do. She glances around at us, head bobbing back and forth, panicked. “Can someone please take her to the nurse?”

Everyone just sits there, silent. Apparently, no one wants to get involved, which is so messed up, considering that just about every assembly we had last semester was about how we need to speak up if we see someone in pain, how we need to support each other. Way to go, fellow students.

I finally raise my hand.

“Great! Mack, was it?” She points to me.

“Zach.” I manage to resist the urge to scream.

“Right, right, Zach. Please escort her to the nurse’s office, okay?”

May’s head starts to shake back and forth, but her back is rising and falling way too fast, and I doubt she’ll be able to get a sentence out of her mouth to protest. I know I should leave her alone, but I want to protect her, even if the thing I’m trying to protect her from is me.

I stand and walk to her side. “Can you get up?”

Her brown hair shakes faster, back and forth across the desk. I reach out to try to help her up, but she jerks away. I pull my hand back as quickly as I can.

The teacher is at my side now. “May, Zach is going to take you to the nurse. It’s going to be okay. Can you get up on your own?”