The Year I Became Isabella Anders (Sunnyvale, #1)

He offers me one of his infamous sexy, playful pouts. “Why not?”


“Because . . .” I sigh heavy-heartedly when his sexy, playful pout turns into genuine sulking. “Fine. You can give me advice, just as long as it’s not an ‘It’ll Get Better After High School’ speech. I don’t want to hear any of those. I’ve heard too many of those kinds of speeches.”

“It’s not one of those. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle through Hannah’s eye.” He draws an X across his chest, giving me a lopsided grin.

I can’t help but grin goofily back at him. “I’m surprised you remember that.”

“Of course I remember that. We used to say it all the time.”

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago, back when we were actually kind of friends.”

An awkward quiet fills the air between us as the past hovers over our heads.

See, once upon a time, Kai and I used to hang out. And not in the way Kyler and I hung out for a few weekends while I helped him improve his free shot skills and he opened up to me once. Unlike Kyler, Kai and I were actually friends. Well, sort of. For most of seventh grade, he walked home with me after school. He always seemed sad about something as we strolled up the sidewalk toward his house. While I could never figure out what had him feeling so blue, I did learn some stuff about him that no one else knew. Like he’s secretly into comic books. Likes zombie movies. And listens to 80s punk rock.

During the time we spent together, I always tried to cheer him up—it was the least I could do for him for not being too embarrassed to walk home with me. Sometimes my jokes made him smile. Other times, he seemed too stuck in his head. But even if the walk was filled with quietness, it was nice to have a friend.

After a few months of walking home together, he started hanging out with me on weekends. We’d mostly stay in my room, and sometimes we’d go to the park. I was really starting to believe we had a chance at becoming real, seen-in-public friends. But then came the dreaded day when one of his friends caught us hanging out at the park, and he started making fun of Kai for ‘being in love with a loser’. Kai panicked and told his friend I was stalking him, and that was the last time we walked home together.

“My advice was actually about your sister,” Kai says, breaking the silence between us. “I was going to say you need to do something to get her to leave you alone. You’ve put up with her shit for too long.”

I stuff my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. “When you say ‘do something to get her to leave you alone’, are you talking like mafia-style? Or like how Penny Milerford got Nora Benninting to leave her alone by punching her in the face? Because I’m not a mobster, nor a crazed honor roll student who may or may not be on crack.”

“Penny isn’t on crack. That’s just a stupid rumor.” His expression hardens as he backs away from the fence. “People need to stop spreading shit around about other people, just because they think something’s wrong.” He starts up the porch stairs, and I figure our conversation is over until he stops in front of the door and turns around. The intensity pouring out of his eyes startles the crap out of me, because he never directs that kind of look on me. With me, it’s always joke-this or joke-that. Look at me. I’m so funny and cute. Yada, yada, yada. “And, Isa. I meant for you to do whatever you feel you need to do to get her to stop treating you so shitty. Stand up for yourself, okay? She’s not any better than you, no matter what she thinks.” His crazed look softens.

“Since when are you so anti-Hannah? You used to flirt with her all the time.”

That’s the thing with both Kyler and Kai. While Kyler is mostly nice to me, and Kai spends a lot of time teasing me, neither of the guys have shown me the attention they’ve shown Hannah. Over the years, particularly when we all got in high school, both of them have spent a ton of time flirting with her and her friends, checking her out, and trying to get her attention.

“I only flirt with her when I’m bored,” Kai says, seeming bored right now. “But I get that she’s a bitch. And I haven’t liked her since I . . .” He trails off, but I know what he’s going to say. Since I went off the deep end and went all bad boy. “But anyway, have fun on your trip.” He winks at me, going from serious to joking in two seconds flat. “And bring back something super cool for your most awesome, super sexy next door neighbor.”

“Huh? Who am I supposed to bring the present back for?” I glance around, pretending to be confused.

His eyes narrow to slits, but he grins. “You know exactly who I’m talking about. The guy who fills up all of your dreams.”

“You mean Johny Palerson?” I feign innocence.

He snickers. “I forgot about your little seventh grade crush on that douche.” He pauses. “You’re still not into him, are you?”