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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  52. CHAPTER FIFTY
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  55. RESOURCES
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  58. What’s next onyour reading list?

Five is a good number, actually. I’ll take it, especially when it comes to my dad, who hasn’t been able to decide whether to kill me or ignore me for as long as I can remember, especially since the whole Chandler McNally thing last year. I shut my laptop and head downstairs, the steps of the old Victorian creaking in a way I sort of remember. I try not to be bitter about the fact that it’s been so long I don’t know where to step to avoid it. It’s fine.

Gray’s coming over tonight to help me strategize my plan to get in good at Verona. She was shocked when Dad informed his entire team that I had an in. She doesn’t know that it’s Peak. Mainly because I’m pretending it’s not. I can keep her separate. This is easy, this is Compartmentalizing 101, and I’m a seventeen-year-old pro at this, so yeah.

Peak is Peak. She lives in my phone. She exists in the land of memes and magical one-off nights. It’s nice, and it’s mine. For once, I have something that is. Especially since Mom hasn’t even bothered to send me more clothes and stuff like she swore she would. She’s been busy with work, which is whatever. So yeah, Peak. Lives in my phone. Is my secret. Is her own separate thing.

If she happens to also give me enough dirt to make the entirely separate person called Jubilee Jones (compartmentalizing! yay!) like me enough to share some info my dad can use, then fine. What he does with that information has nothing to do with me. At least that’s what I tell myself between stomachaches. It’s just business. I can have my cake and eat it too. I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel anything at all. Promise.

I open up the kitchen cabinet, huffing out a breath. I asked Dad to get Fruity Pebbles and Lucky Charms at the store, but he just restocked his PowerBars and protein shakes and talked to me about how important nutrition is if I want to bulk up. Considering I’m not trying to bulk up and that my entire being consists of a combination of sugary cereal and anxiety, this does me no good.

It’s fine.

Then today he ordered me a pizza before he left, which I love, but he got pepperoni, which I absolutely hate. I like extra cheese. Peppers and onions in a pinch. Pepperoni over my dead body. I try to focus on the fact that he tried and not the fact that he got it wrong. Soon Gray will be here anyway, hopefully with some actually good food.