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Chapter One

REGRET WASN’T SOMETHING A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD THOUGHT ABOUT MUCH Lashing out or iven the otten With volleyball, cheer squad, student council, piano lessons, and the occasional spareelse, definitely not soret But when all of that fell away, that was all I would be thinking about

When I got out of Mohts swirled around what snotty coet all the way through lunch without a single crap re me up this afternoon

Dad

Ugh

Moirlfriend, but I wasn’t even sure who that ht be Ever since the divorce, Dad’s house had been a revolving door of single moms or women ere barely older than me

At first, Dad had tried to control how irlfriend had her own kids, and she hadn’t come over much on the weekends when my little sister, Halle, and I were there But after Dad had realized Mo—and he couldn’t hold his rules over her head—he’d quit caring Girlfriend number two had broken us in, and he had felt okay with the idea of her being around us By nuht He’d introduced us to Four thirty-six hours after their first date Five had a toddler son, and Dad had s out of my bedroom to s, and a toy box full of duh to drink and didn’t have kids, and even thougha room with my seven-year-old sister

Noere on Seven, so it was possible thatoccupied

I slipped inside the glass double doors of Bishop Middle School without glancing back to see if Mom had pulled away She alaited until I was at the doors She probably didn’t even realize that she did it anymore

The sky opened up, and large drops began to spatter against the s The tapping see as I walked up the stairs to thetoward my locker, and passed Mrs Gizzo on the way

She s wet out there already,” she said

I nodded

“See you later” She winked before passing me by

Mrs Gizzo taught lish class She didn’taswas pretty ry or frustrated with her wasn’t exactly happening Talking to her about Dad would only cause a fight Mrs Gizzo had soive er out of my system on paper like some of the other teachers had

I stopped in front of my locker and turned the combination lock to four, forty-four, twelve I pulled the handle with a jerk and opened the thin ebra book and then stuffing my backpack inside I had spent too ht before, sohomeroom

My cell phone buzzed in my back pocket, and I turned my body to hide the bulky teal-and-purple case as I checked theme up

I’m not an idiot

I typed back that I are, and then I shoved my phone back into my pocket

“Hey, Jenna!” Chloe said with a big grin

I jumped “Hey”