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Chapter One

Trevor

The only thing worse than being stuck in Twin Oaks for the su stuck in Twin Oaks for the su to spend uidance counselor assigned as irl is cute as hell, but I have zero in common with her And from what I remember, her nose is stuck so far up in the air I’m pretty sure it’s in a different time zone

Jesus Everly Jenkins

She goes to church every Sunday, and considering her father is the pastor, I get it I’ve been to church exactly once in the last five years and have no plans on attending anytiher power or anything like that I just don’t think that I need to prove it every damn Sunday

Her reputation is that she’s straight as an arrow Again, no judging I just like a bitfreshman year, Nathan and I “borrowed” ht To our classmates the stunt elevated us to a weird sort of celebrity status, but that year in English class, Everly had done a speech on the perils of delinquency Daht I was nowhere near her radar, but I’d been wrong That day she was talking to me I knew it Everyone knew it And of course, I’d acted like it didn’t matter I mean, who the heck cares about delinquency when you’re fifteen? But the truth of it was I didn’t like being under herme

And yet here I was again About to be analyzed and probably found wanting

I pulled Dad’s old rusted Mustang to the curb and cut the engine It ran on for a bit, chugging and jerking as if it still had soo, and I made a mental note to tell him the carburetor was screwed

I snorted Mental note What a joke

It was the second Monday of June, and the disaster that had been my senior year was almost behind me I had one more hurdle to jump, and then I could finally call an end to the overnment test and I could finally end this all and et it done

I tapped the steering wheel, eyes on Everly’s house, and tried to remember the last time I’d actually had a conversation with her but ca

That didn’t mean it didn’t happen Sometimes my ave up trying What was the point? It’s not as if I was going to chat her up about the new Gibson Les Paul I’d seen online or the bush party everyone was talking about, the one in the woods behind the old drive-in

I sighed and focused Coether

Her house hite, and like everything else about Everly Jenkins, it was picture perfect There was the picket fence The expertly trirass I’d seen all su had been the driest in years Heck, even the hanging baskets on her porch looked good; I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fake

Everly Jenkins’s place looked nothing like rass had always been the least of reen thumb