Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Dedication
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- RESOURCES
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Gray sighs again, and I swear I feel that shit in my soul. “Maybe tearing it all down wasn’t the worst thing. Nothing good would ever come from the lies. So either you sped up the inevitable, or you have the chance to build something that’s actually solid.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I say, even though I don’t really believe it.
“I’m glad you called, Rid. Let’s do something this weekend. Pick a cool spot to eat. We’ll see a movie and go out to dinner after.”
“Sure,” I say, pretending not to notice that she’s giving me something concrete to look forward to, a goal to reach. She read a bunch of self-help-type books a few years back—once she figured out what a mess I was—and decided I would benefit from concrete goals and plans. She’s been not so subtle about doing it ever since.
“All right, let me know how it goes. I expect a text every day with an update.”
“Yes, Grayson,” I say, rolling my eyes at her and her goals.
It does weirdly help, though.
I set the phone down and then think better of it, scrolling to the last song Peak sent me. I put it on a loop and stay awake as long as I can, listening. And when I do fall asleep, I dream about butterflies.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jubilee
“YOU HAVE TO tell your parents,” Jayla says. Nikki sits beside her, nodding in agreement.
I’m on my side on my bed, hugging my pillow and watching them paint their nails, while Captain Marvel saves the world on my TV. Nikki is going with pink; Jayla has gone for a brilliant yellow. I shut my eyes and try to forget about the fact that I basically broke up with both of my boyfriends this week, simultaneously. Not that I even realized I thought of them that way until after it was over, when I missed them so much I felt like I was losing it. Him—I missed him. I still can’t get used to Ridley and Bats being one.
“Well, actually, maybe she doesn’t have to tell them, unless he was really spying,” Nikki says, and even though I declared it a state of emergency on our call the other day, I really wish we could talk about anything but this now. “He said he wasn’t.”
I shift the pillow to cover my face as I roll over onto my back. I hate this. I hate that he lied to me this whole time, and I hate that I miss him so much I could scream. I should dislike him, like, as a person, probably forever. But I don’t.