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297 pages, Hardcover
First published February 17, 2015

“I wanted to go in the bathroom to get myself together before going back to my room, but Luke grabbed my wrist. He asked me if I was seriously going to leave him hanging. I told him to let me go, and I tried to pull away, but he was holding me so tight. He said, ‘You’re not leaving here until you give me a real good night.’ He yanked me toward him, and I fell and landed against him on the bed, and—” That’s when the panic had kicked in. The sudden realization that Luke had the upper hand, that he was bigger and stronger, and that this, to him, seemed like no big deal.
(....)
“Brad came in first, saying something about getting caught in the hall. Jonah was next. Then Rich and his wife, Jill. And my first thought was, I’m safe now. It’s okay. It took a few seconds of everyone staring for me to realize what it looked like. Me, a complete mess, in my pajamas, my tank top all stretched out, my bra falling off—on Luke’s bed. I was pretty much lying on him. And then I couldn’t move. It was like I was frozen.
“Luke pushed me away, hard. He said, ‘Hallie, I told you. No way.’ He said it so loud, and he was making this face like I was—like I was so pitiful. Like he was so far out of my league. Like he felt sorry for me. Before I could think of a single thing to say, Jill grabbed my arm, stood me up, and marched me out the door.”
In Rich and Jill’s room, the lectures had started. Hallelujah doesn’t remember the exact words, aside from Unacceptable, over and over, and We’re going to have to call your parents. She does remember the looks of disapproval and disappointment. (.....) “At breakfast the next morning, I had to sit at the chaperones’ table. I wasn’t supposed to talk to anyone. And everyone was staring. Whispering. Luke had already started telling people that I’d snuck over to his room, in my pajamas, and thrown myself at him. He was even saying I’d tried to give my bra as a souvenir.
“Right. But like I said, I didn’t know that. You were practically on top of him, and you looked like—and Luke said it was all your idea, and you didn’t say anything, not then and not after—” He breaks off. Picks up again. “I didn’t like thinking about you doing something like that. I was mad. I wanted it to be me. That’s why I didn’t stand up for you. I liked you,” Jonah repeats, “and I didn’t want to still like you, because—”
“Because I was a slut?” Hallelujah asks quietly. Even quiet, the word is harsh. It cuts the night. “Or because I was a slut with someone else?”
“Both, honestly.” Jonah keeps his eyes on hers. “Don’t look at me like that. Do you want me to lie?”
“No,” she says after a moment. “No more lies.” Jonah nods, slowly. “Then I have to tell you something else. Just in case we don’t make it home.” Hallelujah’s stomach lurches. “What?”
Jonah breaks eye contact. He studies the top of Rachel’s head. “I never stopped liking you,” he mumbles. “I tried. I really did. I thought by ignoring you, by staying mad at you, I could make it go away. But I couldn’t. So when Luke told me the truth on Monday, the first thing I thought was, I missed my chance, she’s different now, and—” Now he looks at her. Right at her. “I helped do that to you, to someone I liked, and I have to carry that around—”
"She feels hope well up. She isn’t sure what to do with it. Hope is scary. Expecting the worst is easier."




“Right. But like I said, I didn’t know that. You were practically on top of him, and you looked like—and Luke said it was all your idea, and you didn’t say anything, not then and not after—” He breaks off. Picks up again. “I didn’t like thinking about you doing something like that. I was mad. I wanted it to be me. That’s why I didn’t stand up for you. I liked you,” Jonah repeats, “and I didn’t want to still like you, because—”
“Because I was a slut?” Hallelujah asks quietly. Even quiet, the word is harsh. It cuts the night. “Or because I was a slut with someone else?”
“Both, honestly.” Jonah keeps his eyes on hers. “Don’t look at me like that. Do you want me to lie?”

“I wanted to go in the bathroom to get myself together before going back to my room, but Luke grabbed my wrist. He asked me if I was seriously going to leave him hanging. I told him to let me go, and I tried to pull away, but he was holding me so tight. He said, ‘You’re not leaving here until you give me a real good night.’ He yanked me toward him, and I fell and landed against him on the bed, and—” That’s when the panic had kicked in. The sudden realization that Luke had the upper hand, that he was bigger and stronger, and that this, to him, seemed like no big deal.

“At breakfast the next morning, I had to sit at the chaperones’ table. I wasn’t supposed to talk to anyone. And everyone was staring. Whispering. Luke had already started telling people that I’d snuck over to his room, in my pajamas, and thrown myself at him. He was even saying I’d tried to give my bra as a souvenir."

