A dead girl and a living boy, can they be together… or not?
“Me too,” I laughed. “Which is saying something for someone who doesn’t really need to breathe.”
He stopped smiling and cocked his head a little to the side. I immediately regretted my words. Stupidly, I’d jerked us out of the moment and back to the topic at hand. I shook my head, furious with myself.
Might as well quit playing around and get it over with, I thought bitterly. I took a deep breath to steady myself and cut right to the chase.
“So, Joshua, here’s the part where you run screaming into the night, right?” I paused to stare around at the clearing, lit up by the overcast daytime sky.
I flipped through the book and asked my boyfriend to say stop. The page we ended up with was page 233.
Yoonie is at one of the sinks, brushing her teeth.
She spits. “Hey, you’re alive. How are you? We were all super-worried.”
“I feel like I had the black plague, though I’m way better, thanks. Listen, did Devon crash with you guys last night?”