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408 pages, Hardcover
First published May 9, 2017

And then out of nowhere, Freddie asks, “So, girls, huh?”
“Yep.” I should say something more, but there’s not much else to say.
“You’ve never dated a guy?”
I shrug. “Haven’t even kissed one.” And then I add. “Well, in recent years.”
“Then how do you know you don’t like guys?”
“I don’t know, Freddie,” I say, trying to hide my irritation. “How many boys did you kiss before you realised you were straight?”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. You know it.”
“So what did you mean?” The lights dim, and the previews start. Still, it’s only us in the theatre.
“I meant that, like, boy-girl is kind of the default that people go for even if it’s not how they were born or whatever.”
“It wasn’t my default. Or Whatever.” My voice is sharp.
“It’s Andrew,” [Grace] says.
“So… I guess y’all are still together?”
She’s quiet for a second, “Well, yeah. He’s my boyfriend.”
My mouth goes dry. I don’t hate straight people, I swear. But the word boyfriend. I hate it. Especially coming from Grace’s mouth. “I thought you were going to break up with him,” I say, but it’s more of an accusation.
“I was. I am.”
“I’m back here,” [Grace] says. “And you’re not, and now I can’t remember why I was supposed to break up wit him. I cheated on him. But I still like having him around.”
“Kissing him is different, yes. But it’s not. Kissing Freddie doesn’t feel different because he’s a boy, it feels different because he’s Freddie.”
