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Love—good and bad—forces three teens’ worlds to tilt in a riveting standalone novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Ellen Hopkins.
Three teens, three stories—all interconnected through their parents’ family relationships. As the adults pull away, caught up in their own dilemmas, the worlds of the teens begin to tilt.
Mikayla, almost eighteen, is over-the-top in love with Dylan, who loves her back jealously. But what happens to that love when Mikayla gets pregnant the summer before their senior year and decides to keep the baby?
Shane turns sixteen that same summer and falls hard in love with his first boyfriend, Alex, who happens to be HIV positive. Shane has lived for four years with his little sister’s impending death. Can he accept Alex’s love, knowing his life, too, will be shortened?
Harley is fourteen—a good girl searching for new experiences, especially love from an older boy. She never expects to hurdle toward self-destructive extremes in order to define who she is and who she wants to be.
Love, in all its forms, has crucial consequences in this wrenching story from Ellen Hopkins.
Divided I Didn’t Know Shelby So I Was at the Funeral Today And Hearing About I Don’t Know Why Mom We Find Dad in the Kitchen Trace and Bri Dissolve We Are Barely Parked At This Moment The Plan It’s Who I Was I Go Back to My Room So I Do a Search for “God” I Realize Something Else, Too Any Idea Praying I Have to Admit I Hate How Relationships Case in Point I Don’t Want to Think He Makes Me Wait Yet, I Let Him Kiss Me Getting Off Patience I Am Semi-Saved Do I Care? As If!
doesn’t care that I know about her friend’s latest hookup, come unhooked. I guess I do feel bad for Andrea. She has always been nice to me, and a second mom to Bri. She’s close to over the hill. Probably not easy for a lady her age to connect with someone who’s not a creepster. Middle-aged dating has got to be hard on a person. Mikayla Dating Is such a weak word. “Going out” is an awkward phrase, too. Neither defines my relationship with Dylan. We aren’t exactly engaged,
Shelby deserves a dignified death. More treatment won’t stop her from dying. But it will take away her dignity. I don’t want to watch that, and neither does Dad. And I don’t think you should, either.” There. Feelings shared. God, does it piss her off. I can’t believe you said that! Where did you get such ideas? The Answer Is So Obvious It sinks its fangs immediately. Is that how you feel about Alex, should he develop AIDS? That he deserves a dignified death? I tell her that’s
sounds serious. “You’re moving in with her? How long have you been seeing each other?” I ask, even though it doesn’t matter at all. I stare out the window as the power poles zip by and try not to scrunch my nose at Dad’s obnoxious cigarette-and-sweat smell. I guess it’s been about six months now. We met just before Christmas. You’ll like her. She’s funny and sweet and really cute. Not as cute as you, though. Usually I like when people say I’m cute. But not when it feels tacked
good, I guess, in a guy bonding sort of way. At least they have something in common. It is all so domestic, so boring, that by the time Lucas picks me up I practically run to the door, ignoring the look Chad gives me—the one that reminds me to be careful. I jump in the car. “Where are we going?” Not that I care, as long as it’s away from here. There’s something in Lucas’s smile that makes me wonder if I should have listened to Chad. But when he says, There’s a party at Ariel’s, I