Kate in Waiting by Becky Albertalli EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Becky Albertalli
- Language: English
- Genre: Fiction on Friendship for Teens
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Five minutes into junior year, and I’m done. No, seriously.
Let’s burn this whole year to the ground.
For one thing, I can barely keep my eyes open. Which
doesn’t bode well, seeing as I haven’t even entered the
building yet. Or left the school parking lot. Or even unbuckled
my seat belt.
And it’s Anderson’s fault.
Because Anderson Walker knows I need seven hours of
sleep to not be a zombie demon on Xanax, and yet. And yet!
This mess of a boy let himself into my house, into my room,
and turned on my lights at five thirty a.m. Because he needed
my input on his first-day-back cardigan choice. Navy blue
with brown buttons, or navy with navy buttons. “Just give me
your gut reaction,” he’d said.
My gut reaction was hurling a pillow at his face.
Now, almost three hours later—right on schedule—he’s
spiraling again in the parking lot.
“You’re sure the navy’s okay?”
“Andy. It’s fine.”
“More than fine. You look perfect.”
And he does. He always does. Anderson’s honestly too
cute for this earth. Smooth brown skin, dimples, and a short,
tapered Afro, not to mention big brown eyes behind plasticframed glasses. And he’s got that nautical schoolboy aesthetic
down to a science: crisp button-downs and cardigans and
He rubs his cheeks. “I just don’t want to look like trash.
It’s the first day of—”
But he’s drowned out by trap music blasting out of a Jeep.
Make way for the fuckboys.
Unfortunately, Roswell Hill High School is fuckboy
ground zero. Mostly the suburban athletic subtype.
jockus. No joke. Just stand in the hallway and put your arm out
for two seconds, and you’ll hit a fuckboy, right in his mesh
athletic shorts. They’re everywhere, armies of them, all in
RHHS team gear. So prolific we had to give them a not-sosecret code name. F-boys. Which doesn’t exactly obscure the
meaning, but at least it keeps Brandie’s innocent ears from
I glare at the Jeep through Anderson’s passenger window.
The driver keeps cupping his hands around his mouth,
megaphone-style, to holler at groups of girls who walk by. The
f-boy mating call. But his car door’s flung wide open and is
therefore blocking my door.
The sheer audacity of f-boys.
“Kate.” Anderson pokes me with his keys, but I snatch
them. I love his Funko Rapunzel keychain so much, it almost
makes me want to learn to drive. Almost.
Our phones buzz simultaneously. Text from Raina or
Brandie, no doubt.
Andy glances at his screen. “Come on, they’re already
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