One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

Dad went to the bathroom and came back to see an older couple surreptitiously checking out my dark-haired, olive-skinned mother and her three pale, redheaded kids. Dad plopped down next to Mom and put an arm around her shoulders, flashing a grin at the couple. “See, now we make sense,” he said. And now, three years after he died? We don’t.

This is what happens when you’re bad at making friends: you end up with ones you don’t particularly like.

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those pretty girls who insists she’s not pretty. That’s tired. You’re hot, own it.

But you can’t change the past, you know? All you can do is try harder next time. So don’t give up on yourself just yet.”

I don’t understand why the world insists on stuffing kids into boxes we never asked for, and then gets mad when we won’t stay there.

“Listen, Maeve. You don’t have to worry about Bronwyn and me. We’re endgame.”

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She leaves, and I stay at my window seat until I see her emerge onto the driveway. Nate gets off his motorcycle just in time to catch Bronwyn as she goes flying toward him. Her arms wrap around his neck as he spins her around, and I turn away with a smile so they can have their reunion kiss in private. “Endgame,” I say to the empty room.