Chapters (53)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Cynthia Hand
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
So why can’t she also be a decent person? Is that so much to ask? Mom always talks about how Afton and I (and Abby, eventually) need to be strong and good, as people but also as women. She likes to say we need to be the change the world needs—something ripped off from Gandhi, I think. She expects us to do our best, and we do. We get straight As. We participate in the requisite extracurricular activities, and we excel in those, too. We have been model children.
And all this time, Mom has been screwing around.
I really, really want to hate her.
“Ada?” Afton prompts quietly.
“Why is sex such a big deal?” I ask, more to myself than to my sister.
“Oh. Right. I used to think it wasn’t a big deal,” Afton says. “I used to see sex as a purely physical thing, something programed into our animal brain, or whatever. I didn’t think it had to mean anything. I was pretty eager to cash in my V-Card. But now—”
“I guess I couldn’t possibly understand,” I snap, “because I’m a naive little virgin.”
She cocks her head, confused at my sudden attitude. “What couldn’t you possibly understand?”
“Why everyone around me feels like sex is the thing to do.”
Her cheeks get pink. “Everyone?”
“Well, you told me I need to find some cute boy to sleep with so I could get over Leo.”
And just like that, we’re back to fighting. And it’s my fault.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Afton says, her eyes dropping like I’ve embarrassed her somehow. “I was just—”
“I think you did mean it. Otherwise you wouldn’t have said it. Because that’s exactly what you would do.”
Afton’s mouth snaps closed so hard her teeth click. “Hey. Don’t be a bitch.”
Oh, so now she’s calling me a bitch. “Who, me?” I pretend to look around. “I guess it’s better than me being a fucking square, though, right?”
Afton’s eyes narrow. She stares at me silently for a minute. Then she says, “Where is your new boyfriend, anyway?”
I bristle. “Nick is not my boyfriend. We’re just hanging out.”
“You’ve been hanging out all day.”
“It’s nothing. He was nice to me last night when I was sick.”