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Karen M. McManus

One of Us is Lying

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  • nje citiralaпре 7 година
    Some people are too toxic to live. They just are.
  • trishia annje citiralaпре 3 године
    Cheating isn’t a mistake. It’s a choice,
  • b1718818617je citiraoпре 3 године
    Bronwyn and I are pariahs—other than her friends, her sister, and Janae, hardly anyone talks to us.
  • Marje citiralaпре 5 година
    Things’ll get worse before they get better. Well, they surely did get worse, and now there’s nowhere to go but up.
  • b5243780201je citiraoпре 2 месеца
    He was the one for me.
  • Snowje citiralaпре 3 месеца
    Nate’s eyes search mine. “But I was hoping … I mean, what you were saying before. How we were friends. I wanted to ask you—it’s probably stupid, after all this, but you know Porter Cinema, on Clarendon? The one that plays older stuff? They’ve got the second Divergent movie there. I was, um, wondering if you want to go sometime.”

    Long pause. My thoughts are a tangled mess, but I’m sure of one thing—if I tell him no, it’ll be out of pride and self-preservation. Not because it’s what I want. “As friends?”

    “As whatever you want. I mean, yeah. Friends would be great.”

    “You hate those movies,” I remind him.

    “I really do.” He sounds regretful, and I almost crack a smile. “I like you more, though. I miss you like crazy.” I furrow my brow at him and he quickly adds, “As a friend.” We stare at each other for a few seconds until his jaw twitches. “Okay. Since I’m being honest here, more than a friend. But I get that’s not where your head is. I’d still like to take you to a shitty movie and hang out with you for a couple hours. If you’ll let me.”
  • Snowje citiralaпре 3 месеца
    “Oh, come on. You don’t actually think— Bronwyn, we’re barely on an incline. Pushing you off this rock isn’t much of an evil plan if all you’d do is twist your ankle.”

    “That’s not funny,” Bronwyn says, but a smile twitches at her lips. The afternoon sun’s making her glow, putting glints of gold in her dark hair, and for a second I almost can’t breathe.

    Jesus. This girl.

    I stand and hold out my hand. She gives me a skeptical look, but takes it and lets me pull her to her feet. I put my other hand in the air. “Bronwyn Rojas, I solemnly swear not to murder you today or at any point in the future. Deal?”

    “You’re ridiculous,” she mutters, going even redder.

    “It concerns me you’re avoiding a promise not to murder me.”

    She rolls her eyes. “Do you say that to all the girls you bring here?”

    Huh. Maybe she knows Marshall’s Peak’s reputation after all.

    I move closer until there’s only a couple of inches between us. “You’re still not answering my question.”

    Bronwyn leans forward and brings her lips to my ear. She’s so close I can feel her heart beating when she whispers, “I promise not to murder you.”

    “That’s hot.” I mean it as a joke, but my voice comes out like a growl and when her lips part I kiss her before she can laugh. A shock of energy shoots through me as I cup her face in my hands, my fingers grasping her cheeks and the line of her jaw. It must be the adrenaline that’s making my heart pound so fast. The whole nobody-else-could-possibly-understand-this bond. Or maybe it’s her soft lips and green apple–scented hair, and the way she winds her arms around my neck like she can’t stand to let go. Either way I keep kissing her as long as she lets me, and when she steps away I try to pull her back because it wasn’t enough.
  • Snowje citiralaпре 3 месеца
    “Things’ll get worse before they get better,”
  • Snowje citiralaпре 3 месеца
    I don’t know why it’s so hard for people to admit that sometimes they’re just assholes who screw up because they don’t expect to get caught.
  • Snowje citiralaпре 3 месеца
    I can’t stand being here. All my friends hate me.” I’m not sure why I’m telling him this, other than the fact that I don’t have anyone else to tell. “I doubt they’ll even let me sit with them now that Jake’s back.” It’s true. Cooper’s out today, visiting his sick grandmother and probably, although he didn’t say so, meeting with his lawyer. With him gone nobody will dare stand up to Jake’s anger. Or want to.

    “Screw them.” TJ gives me a lopsided grin. “If they’re still being assholes tomorrow, come sit with me. They wanna talk, let’s give them something to talk about.”
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