Infinite in Between by Carolyn Mackler Read Free Book Online Page B

wallet into her purse.
    They’d been shopping for an hour and still couldn’t find anything that fit Kyra’s chest. She kept saying everything made her look fat. And then the only shirt she liked happened to be the gauzy gold one that Whitney just bought. Whitney found it first, on the sale rack.
    â€œLet’s check the sale rack again,” Kyra said. “Just to be sure they don’t have another.”
    Whitney shrugged. “I really think it was the only medium.”
    â€œBut it’s not fair,” Kyra said. “You’ll get a good part in Grease , and I’ll just stand around looking fat.”
    â€œYou’re not fat,” Whitney said, taking Kyra’s hand and pulling her out of the store. “Plus, we can’t audition in matching shirts.”
    â€œYou’re just saying that because you have the shirt,” Kyra said. “You’ll probably get a lead. You’re so lucky you’re black. No one wants to cast another white girl.”
    â€œBiracial,” Whitney said. “My mom’s white.”
    â€œYou know what I mean. My dad says diversity is a big advantage.”
    Whitney pressed her lips together. Kyra had been in a terrible mood since Brock dumped her in November. Also, Kyra was jealous that Whitney and Laurel did soccer together and had gotten closer this fall.
    That was why today was supposed to be a good thing. Laurel was home with strep, so Whitney and Kyra were going to shop together and bond. If only they could find Kyra a shirt. Then everything would be okay.
    â€œLook, there’s Jake,” Whitney said, leaning in close to Kyra. She pointed at the guy with the longish blond hair and blue North Face jacket. He’d been in her freshman orientation group. “He went to Loch Middle. Don’t you think he’s really cute?”
    Jake saw them looking at him and nodded with his chin. It was such a dude gesture that Whitney and Kyra collapsed into giggles. Whitney had to squeeze her legs tight not to pee her pants. Jake veered into the bookstore.
    â€œJake Rodriguez,” Kyra said, panting. “He’s your type. Pretty boy. Supposedly, he’s a really good artist. His dad is an artist, like, for real.”
    Whitney wiped at her eyes. “Do you know him?”
    â€œHe mowed my mom’s lawn last summer, but it’s not like we talked. He thinks he’s better than us. Which he’s not.” Kyra clapped her hands. “Hang on! Laurel went to Loch Middle too. Let’s ask her about him.”
    They both whipped out their phones and raced to see who could text Laurel first.
    â€œYes!” Kyra said, pumping her phone in the air. “I got Laurel! She just texted me.”
    â€œWhat’d she say?”
    â€œWhoa.” Kyra opened her mouth wide. “Whoa.”
    â€œWhat?” Whitney tried to peek, but Kyra was clutching her phone to her chest.
    Kyra wrote Laurel back and then turned to Whitney. Her mouth was puckered like she was sucking a lemon lollipop. “It sounds like your pretty boy likes . . . pretty boys.”
    â€œNo way! How does she know?”
    Kyra’s phone pinged again. “Hang on,” she said, staring at the screen.
    â€œWhat?” Whitney asked. This was getting annoying.
    â€œGirls, too, possibly. He went to a dance with that Indian girl, Marin, last year. They kissed.”
    â€œSo he’s bi.” Whitney swung her bag in her arms. “I can live with that.”
    â€œRight.” Kyra linked arms with Whitney as they walked past Book Nook. “Like you, with your commitment issues, need to have a guy who can’t decide whether he likes you or a dude.”
    â€œI don’t have commitment issues. I’m just waiting for—”
    â€œI figured it out!” Kyra pulled Whitney toward Victoria’s Secret. “I’ll get a gold camisole and wear something see-through over it. I’ve got ta-tas. Why not