From the bestselling author of Catching Jordan comes a new teen romance sure to appeal to fans of Sarah Dessen.
SOME RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.
Kate has always been the good girl. Too good, according to some people at schoolalthough they have no idea the guilty secret she carries. But this summer, everything is different...
This summer she's a counselor at Cumberland Creek summer camp, and she wants to put the past behind her. This summer Matt is back as a counselor too. He's the first guy she ever kissed, and he's gone from geeky songwriter who loved The Hardy Boys to a buff lifeguard who loves to flirt...with her.
Kate used to think the world was black and white, right and wrong. Turns out, life isn't that easy...
Praise for Miranda Keaneally:
"Fresh, fearless, and totally romantic."Sarah Ockler, bestselling author of the Twenty Boy Summer
"Catching Jordan is the romantic comedy I've been waiting for. I loved it!"Jennifer Echols, author of Such a Rush
"An incredibly well-written, beautiful story that balances romance, drama, and comedy perfectly."Bookish, on Stealing Parker
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what happened on april 6
Girls like me do not buy pregnancy tests.
I drag my pencil down the paper, drawing tears rolling from her eyes.
Girls like me sing in the church choir. Every spring break, I go on mission trips to Honduras, where we renovate houses for the underprivileged. I do all my homework every night, and before I go to bed, I kiss Daddy's cheek and tell him I wish he'd go to the doctor about his blood pressure and start getting more exercise than walking Fritz and scooping his poop.
I've only kissed one boy my entire life.
Emily called that day, crying. "Kate," she said between sobs. "You can't tell anyone. Not even your mom."
I drove to Walmart two towns away, over in Green Hills, so no one would see me buying the test. I trembled as I carried the box to the self-checkout lane. I scanned, bagged, and paid, and bit back tears, because my best friend of fifteen yearssince we were three years oldmight have accidentally gotten pregnant by her long-time boyfriend.
I didn't even know they had had sex. It's not something they would tell. If anyone found out that Jacob, son of Brother Michaelour preacher at churchgot a girl pregnant out of wedlock? Chaos.
It wouldn't look good for Emily either. She's like me. Always wears clean T-shirts and none of her jeans have holes or loose strings. She would never even think about smoking a cigarette. She doesn't go over the speed limit. She plays the violin and has a scholarship lined up to attend Belmont University in Nashville.
But Emily made a mistake.
I use my black coloring pencil to shade her hair. My red pencil fills in her lips, turned upside down in a frown.
And then I made an even bigger mistake: I helped her.