Seven hundred and thirty-three days after my mom died, forty-five days after my dad eloped with a stranger he met on the Internet, thirty days after we then up and moved to California, and only seven days after starting as a junior at a brand-new school where I approximately know no one, an email arrives.
To: Jessie A. Holmes From: Somebody NobodySubject: your Wood Valley H.S sprit guidehey there Ms. Holmes, we haven't met irl, and I'm not sure we ever will. I mean we probably will at some point-- maybe I'll ask you the time or something equally mundane and beneath both of us-- but we'll never actually get to know each other, at least in any sort of real way that matters... which is why I figured I'd email you under the cloak of anonymity.
To: Jessie A. HolmesFrom: Somebody NobodySubject: not a hoax, elaborate or otherwisepromise this isn't a prank
To: Somebody NobodyFrom: Jessie A. HolmesSubject: Elaborate hoax? SN: is this for real? Or is this some sort of initiation prank, a la dumb rom-com?
Ethan: You. Me. "The Waste Land." Library. Friday 3:30. Work for you?Me: Sure.Ethan: Cool beans.
He doesn't like you. You certainly do not like him. Get over yourself, Jessie. Grow up.
SN: (3) I like you.Me: (3) I like you too.
Caleb. Agnes went to junior prom with him last year as friends. He's cool. Why?