Until You (Fall Away Series) by Douglas, Penelope
This book was never supposed to be written.
After I published Bully, I realized that Jared’s story was just as important as Tate’s, and to be honest, the readers fought hard for his point of view. They wanted to know his side of the story.
For that, I am eternally grateful. I loved writing this book and watching Jared grow.
Although this novel can be read as a STAND ALONE, I wouldn’t recommend it. Reading Tate’s point of view in Bully first will increase your enjoyment and craving for Jared’s side.
That being said, I want to ease your mind if you have read Bully. Point of view novels are tricky, and no one wants to be bamboozled into buying the same story twice.
I’ve worked hard to give you something different.
This is NOT a retelling of Bully.
This is Jared’s story.
This novel is dedicated solely to the readers. Thank you for believing in Jared and asking for this book.
My name is Jared.
My name is Jared.
My name is Jared.
I kept repeating it over and over again, trying to get my heart to stop beating so fast. I wanted to go and meet our new neighbors, but I was nervous.
There was a kid living next door now—probably ten years old like me—and I’d smiled when I saw that she wore baseballs caps and Chucks. Other girls in my neighborhood didn’t dress like that, and she was pretty, too.
I leaned on my windowsill, checking out the house next door, alive with music and light. No one had lived there for a long time, and even before then it was just old people.
A big tree stood between our houses, but I could still see through the green leaves.
“Hey, sweetie.”
I turned my head to see my mom leaning on my bedroom doorframe. She was smiling, but her eyes were teary, and her clothes were wrinkly.
She was sick again. She got sick whenever she drank the bottle drinks.
“I saw that we have new neighbors,” she continued. “Did you meet them?”
“No.” I shook my head, looking back out the window, wishing she’d go away. “They have a girl. No boys.”
“And you can’t be friends with a girl?” Her voice cracked, and I heard her swallow. I knew what was coming, and my stomach tightened.
“No, I can’t.”
I didn’t like to talk to my mom. Actually, I didn’t know how to talk to her. I was alone a lot, and she pissed me off.
“Jared—” she started but didn’t continue. After a moment, I heard her walk away and slam a door down the hall. She probably went to the bathroom to puke.
My mom drinks alcohol a lot, especially on the weekends, and all of a sudden I didn’t want to meet the blonde-haired girl next door.
So what if she seemed cool and liked to ride bikes?
Or that I could hear Alice in Chains coming from her bedroom? At least I think it was her bedroom. The curtains were closed.
I stood up straight, ready to just forget about it and go make myself something to eat. My mom probably wasn’t cooking tonight.
But then I saw the girl’s curtains open, and I stopped.
She was there. That was her room!
And for some reason, I smiled. I liked that our rooms faced each other.
I narrowed my eyes to see her better as she opened the double doors but then widened them when I saw what she was doing.
What? Was she crazy?
I yanked up my window and peered out into the night air. “Hey!” I shouted at her. “What are you doing?”
She jerked her head up, and my breath caught when I saw her wobble on the branch she was trying to balance on. Her arms flailed from side to side, and I was immediately out of my window and climbing into the tree after her.
“Be careful!” I yelled as she bent down and grabbed hold of the thick branch with her hands.