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Greta raised her eyebrows but didn’t speak. She didn’t
have to try with Priya anymore.
“Can I ask why?” Priya said. “What happened?”
“They didn’t tell you?”
Priya shook her head. “Whenever I asked, everyone
either shut down or got mad. So I stopped asking.”
“Why do you care?”
Priya sighed. “Look, I know it’s none of my business.

About a year ago, Rachel screwed me over big-time. I know
what they can be like. I kind of wondered if the same thing
had happened to you.”
Greta looked away from Priya. They probably just wanted
to see what she would say behind their backs.
“And Dylan”—Priya paused—“I know him too.” Greta
snapped back to Priya’s face. “We were together for a few ADVANCE READING COPY

weeks last year. Let’s just say I wasn’t willing to do certain
things on, like, the first or second date.” Things you were
willing to do. Slut. “He didn’t want to wait.”
That shame—waiting in the wings since social studies—
crept out of hiding and oozed through her body. She swal-
lowed, her stomach queasy. Like on the morning at the cabin,
after the party.
She’d woken to a wave of nausea rolling over her. Cold
air pressed against her bare arm, left outside the blanket.

She’d pulled it in, held it against her body. Her bare breast.
Her eyes had jolted open, a shock ripping through her. She
lay in a four-poster bed in a nearly empty loft. A flowered
quilt covered her naked body. Around her, the room shone

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