A Midsummer's Nightmare
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Worse, she totally doesn't fit in with her dad's perfect new country-club family. So Whitley acts out. She parties. Hard. So hard she doesn't even notice the good things right under her nose: a sweet little future stepsister who is just about the only person she's ever liked, a best friend (even though Whitley swears she doesn't "do" friends), and a smoking-hot guy who isn't her stepbrother...at least, not yet. It will take all three of them to help Whitley get through her anger and begin to put the pieces of her family together.
Filled with authenticity and raw emotion, Whitley is Kody Keplinger's most compelling character to date: a cynical Holden Caulfield-esque girl you will wholly care about.
the back of my hand. “Aah! Shit,” he groaned when I felt my class ring collide with some part of his face. “Serves you right,” I muttered. “For what?” I paused for a second, then rolled onto my back. It wasn’t the creepy dude at all. “Nathan? What the hell were you doing?” “Trying to wake you up,” he said, clutching his cheek. “You fell asleep. You’ve been out here for, like, two hours, and you were getting sunburned.” “What?” I twisted my head around to look at the back of my shoulders.
else about that night. Funny and hazy and strange. “Damn it, Whitley, stop laughing,” he growled, releasing my arm and turning to face me. He was holding on to Bailey’s legs, her dress so short that I could see her pink underwear from where I stood. I wished he would change her position. That would embarrass the hell out of her if anyone saw. “You said you’d keep an eye on her,” Nathan said. “You promised me.” “She’s fine, though, right?” I said. “She just had a little too much to drink. I told
remember. I hadn’t been to a slumber party since seventh grade. “I don’t know, Harrison.” “Please.” I frowned and tossed an ace of diamonds onto the pile. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s make a deal: You throw a party, let me get wasted, and I’ll stay at your house that night.” “God, Whitley. You’re practically auditioning for a starring role on Intervention.” “What?” I grinned at him. “I’m more fun when I’m drunk, anyway. Give me enough to drink, and I might even let you give me a makeover.” He
“Just one class.” I laughed. “We’ll see.” “When do you start classes, Harrison?” Nathan asked. “Week from Monday,” he said. “Mom and I are flying out to L.A. the Friday before to check out the area. I think she’s more excited than I am. Speaking of which”—he got to his feet—“I’d better go tell her good night, or she’ll be out here in half an hour doing her best to embarrass me. Be right back.” I watched him run up to his back door, smiling to myself. I’d been so resistant to having a best
think we should both just forget what happened the other night and start from scratch. So, like I said, that party never happened.” He opened the door. “Good luck getting settled in. I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.” And he walked away. I closed and locked the door behind him. Forget it ever happened? He made that sound so easy. I knew I’d told him he’d forget about me in no time, but I hadn’t expected to be living across the hall. I hated him for making it sound so simple. With a