Fifteen-year-old Indigo Summer's world finally seems to be going in the right direction: She hooks up with the star linebacker on the high-school football team, gets a date for homecoming and makes the high-school dance squad all in the same week. But sometimes things are just too good to be true...
He had it tucked away in a cabinet that he called his “old-school cabinet.” I couldn’t even imagine it being hotter than July as I wiped sweat from my face and sipped an ice-cold bottle of water to cool down. I sat in a lawn chair next to Nana, who was singing and popping her fingers to the sound...
I caught a glance at the muscles in my legs. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t worked for them; I’d done fifty sprints up and down the gymnasium floor each day before dance-team practice. With all our push-ups, sit-ups and crunches, we were in better shape than the boys’ basketball team. Miss Martin insis...
It had been eons since the women spent their entire Saturday together—shopping, visiting a spa or hanging out at the Cheesecake Factory for hunks of the cream cheese-flavored goodness. They’d spent many a Saturday at the bookstore, thumbing through the pages of whichever popular novel had come ou...
It wasn’t often that I drove my car to school. In fact, it was my father’s rule that I take the Mercedes out for a spin only on weekends, and only with permission. Occasionally I broke the rules and drove Delilah to school. Delilah. She was my candy-apple-red birthday present when I turned sixtee...
Jae was still up, his night-light shining bright on his nightstand, his nose stuck deep into his Calculus book. We had all been a little cranky over the past few days as we studied profusely for our final exams. High school students that had attended Harvard for the summer would soon be going hom...