We'll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han Read Free Book Online

school.”
    “See you,” she said, turning away.
    Without thinking, I handed the jeans to my mom and stopped Taylor. It could be the last time we ever talked to each other if I didn’t say something. “Wait,” I said. “Do you want to come over tonight? I bought a new skirt, but I don’t know if I should tuck shirts into it or what …”
    She pursed her lips for a second and then said, “Okay.
    Call me.”
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    away, and maybe not ever. We were growing up. We were still figuring out how to be in each other’s lives without being everything to each other.
    The truly ironic thing is that we ended up at the same school. Of all the schools in all the world, we ended up at each other’s. It was fated. We were meant to be friends.
    We were meant to be in each other’s lives, and you know what? I welcomed it. We weren’t together all the time like we used to be—she had her sorority friends, I had my friends from my hall. But we had each other.
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Chapter Eleven
    The next day, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I called Jeremiah. I told him I needed to see him, that he should come over, and my voice shook as I said it. Over the phone, I could hear how grateful he was, how eager to make amends. I tried to justify calling him so fast by telling myself that I needed to see him face-to-face in order to move on. The truth was, I missed him. I, probably just as much as he did, wanted to figure out a way to forget what he had done.
    But as much as I’d missed him, when I opened my door and saw his face again, all the hurt came rushing back, hard and fast. Jeremiah could see it too. At first he looked hopeful, and then he just looked devastated. When he tried to pull me to him, I wanted to hug him, but I couldn’t let myself.
    Instead I shook my head and pushed him away from me.
    We sat on my bed, our backs against the wall, our legs hanging off the edge.
    I said, “How would I know that you wouldn’t do it again? How would I be able to trust that?”
    He got up. For a second I thought he was leaving, and my heart nearly stopped.
    But then he got down on one knee, right in front of me. Very softly, he said, “You could marry me.”
    At first I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. But then he said it again, this time louder. “Marry me.”
    He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a ring.
    A silver ring with a little diamond in the center. “This would just be for starters, until I could afford to pay for a ring myself—with my money, not my dad’s.”
    I couldn’t feel my body. He was still talking, and I couldn’t even hear. All I could do was stare at the ring in his hand.
    “I love you so much. These past couple of days have been hell for me without you.” He took a breath. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, Bells. What I did—was unforgiv-able. I know that I hurt us, that I’m going to have to work really hard to get you to trust me again. I’ll do whatever it takes if you’ll let me. Would you … be willing to let me try?”
    “I don’t know,” I whispered.
    He swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “I’ll try so hard, I swear to you. We’ll get an 56 · jenny han
    apartment off campus, we can fix it up nice. I’ll do the laundry. I’ll learn how to cook stuff other than ramen and cereal.”
    “Putting cereal in a bowl isn’t really cooking,” I said, looking away from him because this picture he was putting in my head, it was too much. I could see it too. How sweet it could be. The two of us, just starting out, in our own place.
    Jeremiah grabbed my hands, and I snatched them away from him. He said, “Don’t you see, Belly? It’s been our story all along. Yours and mine. Nobody else’s.”
    I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. Opening them, I said, “You