All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven Read Free Book Online

slutty. Amanda slaps her arm and Suze slaps her back. When they’re done, Suze says to me, “We hooked up sophomore year. He may be weird, but I’ll say this for him, that’s one guy who knows what he’s doing.” Her voice goes sluttier. “Unlike most of these boring-ass boys around here.” A couple of those boring-ass boys yell from the floor: “Why don’t you come and try this on for size, bitch?” Amanda slaps Suze again. And on they go.
    I shift my bag over my shoulder. “I’m just glad I was there.”
    To be more accurate, I’m just glad he was there before I fell off the ledge and killed myself in front of everyone. I can’t even think about my parents, forced to deal with the death of their only remaining child. Not even an accidental death, but an intentional one. That’s one reason I came tonight without a fight. I feel ashamed of what I almost put them through.
    “Glad you were where?” Roamer stumbles up with a bucket of beers. He slams it down, ice sloshing everywhere.
    Suze looks at him through cat eyes. “The bell tower.”
    Roamer stares at her chest. He forces himself to look at me. “Why were you up there, anyway?”
    “I was on my way to Humanities and saw him go through the door at the end of the hall, the one that goes to the tower.”
    Amanda says, “Humanities? I thought that was second period.”
    “It is, but I had to talk to Mr. Feldman about something.”
    Roamer says, “They keep that door locked and barricaded. That place is harder to get into than your pants, from what I hear.” He laughs and laughs.
    “He must have picked the lock.” Or maybe that was me. One of the benefits of looking innocent is you’re able to get away with things. People almost never suspect you.
    Roamer pops the top off a beer and chugs it down. “Asshole. You should have let him jump. Prick almost took my head off last year.” He’s referring to the chalkboard incident.
    “Do you think he likes you?” Amanda makes a face at me.
    “Of course not.”
    “I hope not. I’d be careful around him if I were you.”
    Ten months ago, I would have sat beside them, drinking beer and fitting in, and writing witty commentary in my head:
She puts the words out there on purpose, like a lawyer trying to lead the jury. “Objection, Miss Monk.” “So sorry. Please disregard.” But it’s too late because the jury has heard the words and latched onto them—if he likes her, she must like him in return.…
    But now I stand there, feeling dull and out of place and wondering how I was ever friends with Amanda to begin with.The air is too close. The music is too loud. The smell of beer is everywhere. I feel like I’m going to be sick. Then I see Leticia Lopez, the reporter from the school paper, on her way over to me.
    “I’ve gotta go, Amanda. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
    Before anyone can say anything, I walk upstairs and out of the house.
    The last party I went to was April 4, the night Eleanor was killed. The music and the lights and the yelling bring it back. Just in time, I pull my hair out of my face, bend over, and throw up onto the curb. Tomorrow they’ll think it was just another drunk kid.
    I search for my phone and text Amanda. Really sorry. Not feeling great.xx V.
    I turn around toward home and slam right into Ryan Cross. He is damp and tousled. His eyes are large and beautiful and bloodshot. Like all hot guys, he has a crooked smile. When he does smile with more than one corner of his mouth, there are dimples. He is perfect and I have memorized him.
    I am not perfect. I have secrets. I am messy. Not just my bedroom but me. No one likes messy. They like smiling Violet. I wonder what Ryan would do if he knew Finch was the one who talked me down and not the other way around. I wonder what any of them would do.
    Ryan picks me up and twirls me, pillow, bag, and all. He tries to kiss me and I turn my head.
    The first time he kissed me was in the snow. Snow in April. Welcome to the Midwest.