Things I Can't Forget
Miranda Kenneally
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1402271905
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"A must read...I couldn't put it down." ―Simone Elkeles on Catching Jordan
From the bestselling author of Catching Jordan comes a new teen romance sure to appeal to fans of Sarah Dessen.
SOME RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.
Kate has always been the good girl. Too good, according to some people at school―although they have no idea the guilty secret she carries. But this summer, everything is different...
This summer she's a counselor at Cumberland Creek summer camp, and she wants to put the past behind her. This summer Matt is back as a counselor too. He's the first guy she ever kissed, and he's gone from geeky songwriter who loved The Hardy Boys to a buff lifeguard who loves to flirt...with her.
Kate used to think the world was black and white, right and wrong. Turns out, life isn't that easy...
Praise for Miranda Keaneally:
"Fresh, fearless, and totally romantic."―Sarah Ockler, bestselling author of the Twenty Boy Summer
"Catching Jordan is the romantic comedy I've been waiting for. I loved it!"―Jennifer Echols, author of Such a Rush
"An incredibly well-written, beautiful story that balances romance, drama, and comedy perfectly."―Bookish, on Stealing Parker
the group, “Some campers might want to save their crayfish for the Critter Crawl, but they aren’t usually good contenders.” “What is the Critter Crawl?” Parker asks. “Every week we’ll have a contest where each group finds an animal to compete in a race,” Eric replies. “Like granddaddy longlegs and beetles and worms. We put the animals in a ring and whichever one escapes the ring first wins.” Parker sets her hands on her waist. “I am so calling PETA.” ••• I had forgotten all
me to shake Matt’s hand. “Tell your mother I said hello,” she says to him. “Yes, ma’am,” Matt replies. His eyes flash to the moose head on the wall (Daddy shot it last year), then he focuses on me again. “Are you ready to go to dinner now? Or did you want to hang out here for a bit?” “Whatever’s best for you,” I say, wringing my fingers together. Should I go change out of this dress into something more casual? Should I call Parker to ask? How could I have been so stupid as to think
plastic mood ring, which he slips onto my pinky finger. It barely fits—my skin swells around the plastic. We go over to the basketball free throw game where we take shot after shot, laughing and bumping into each other as we shoot. My hip brushes against his, and every so often, he’ll stare over at me like it’s hard for him to look away from my face. “Another game?” he asks, slipping two quarters into the slot. Basketballs roll toward us and the game timer starts counting down from two
you think I’m boring?” I laugh. “No, no. I’m just not sure what I want to study.” “That’s fine. You’ve got time.” “Aren’t I supposed to pick out a major before I start school?” I bite into my cheese. “Kate,” he starts. He stops to take another bite of ice cream. I give him a look and mutter “blood pressure” before he speaks again. “You don’t have to know right now. You can change your mind about what you want to do two years into college. Or after college. You could go back and
if you believed in God a few minutes ago, you looked away.” He leans back in his chair, shaking his loafer. Our eyes meet, but he says nothing. I ask, “Why did you always make me go to church?” “I’ve never made you go to church, Kate. Never. You’ve always enjoyed it…up until Emily left. I know you’ve been upset.” “But you don’t really believe?” He sets his bowl on the coffee table and leans over onto his thighs, peering up at me. “I’ve thought for years about this, Kate. I