Lying Out Loud
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“Pizza?” Amy asked, heading for the bedroom door.
“Hell yes.”
* * *
“Who are you writing to?” Wesley asked, looking at the pieces of pale blue stationery I had spread across a section of the dining room table. He’d arrived at the Rush house on the first night of spring break with a suitcase full of dirty laundry and a big grin on his face. As any college student would. But the week was nearly over, and he’d be flying back to New York the next day.
And I’d already handed him the last of my payments to cover Gert’s repairs, thanks to my new job at Daphne’s. I was no longer in debt to him. At least not financially.
The truth was, I owed a lot to Wesley and his family. I’d never be able to pay them back for everything they’d done for me over these past few months. And I knew they’d never let me even if I could.
“My dad,” I said, shaking out my aching wrist. “We’ve started writing letters to each other.”
Wesley sat down across from me with his bowl of cereal. His gray eyes flicked over the table, counting the pages I’d already filled. I blushed. I’d only meant to write two or three, but this letter was beginning to resemble a novel.
“Why not type it?” he asked. “It would probably be faster.”
“I think I’ve had my fill of technology for a while,” I admitted. I put down my pen, deciding to give my wrist a break. This was the most I’d handwritten in years. “Besides. This feels more personal. And I think that’s what my dad and I need right now.”
Wesley smiled. “I am rather fond of handwritten letters.”
“You write letters?”
“I wrote a couple in the past. You’re right. They are more personal.” He stared off for a minute, something wistful in his smile. Then he shook his head and focused on me again. “So everything’s going all right with you and your dad?”
“Yeah. It’s nice to have him back in my life. Even if it has to be like this. And hopefully he’ll be out in a few months and … we can go from there.”
“What about your mom? Have you heard from her?”
I shook my head, and Wesley knew better than to push. Talking about Mom was still too hard. Half the time I was angry at her for leaving me, bitter and almost glad I didn’t have to live with her anymore. The other half, I was heartbroken, rejected. She was my mom, and I had no clue where she was or why she couldn’t just stay home, stay with me. Sometimes I blamed myself. Sometimes I woke up, panicked from a nightmare, sure she was hurt or dead. Maybe she was. I had no way of knowing.
But I wasn’t alone. I had the Rushes, people who knew me, who had seen every ugly part of me, and who loved me anyway. Maybe it wasn’t blood, but it was family nonetheless.
And even though it scared me to hope too much, it was starting to look like I might have my dad, too.
“So,” Wesley said after swallowing another bite of cereal. “You’ve got to catch me up. What’s been going on with you and Amy since January?”
I raised an eyebrow. “We talk to you on the phone every week.”
“Yes, but neither of you tell me anything interesting,” he said, pointing an accusatory spoon at me. “And while I’m sure your grades and your new job are fascinating, I wouldn’t mind something juicier.”
I laughed. “What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged and chewed another bite. “What happened with that guy you were telling me about?”
I didn’t need a mirror to know the color had just drained from my face. Leave it to Wesley to leave one uncomfortable subject only to land on another.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, picking up my pen again and hoping he’d take the hint.
He didn’t.
“That’s obviously a lie,” he said. “I thought you were taking a vow of honesty?”
I groaned. “It’s … not exactly a lie. Nothing is happening with us now.”
“Why not?”
I put the pen back down with great reluctance. “Fine, but you’re only getting the short version.” I took a deep breath, all too aware of the heavy ache in my chest. It made itself known every time I so much as thought of Ryder. “It turns out he did like me, but I ruined it. I messed things up too much, and there’s no way Ryder is going to forgive me now.”
Wesley watched me for a minute, looking like he was trying to come up with something to say. Before he could, though, there was a buzzing noise and my phone, sitting on his side of the table, began to play “Konstantine” by Something Corporate. What can I say? I’d been feeling rather emo lately.
Wesley glanced down at the screen and grinned. “You never know,” he said, sliding the phone across the table to me. “He might surprise you.”
I looked down at the display, and I almost didn’t believe the words.
Ryder Cross was calling me.
“You’d better get that,” Wesley said, still grinning. He stood up and left me alone in the dining room as, with shaking hands, I clicked the button to answer.
“H-Hello?” I choked out.
“Hey, Sonny.” It was his voice. It was soft and nervous, but it was his voice.
The weight in my chest eased a little. I didn’t know what he was going to say. He might still be mad, but if he was calling me, it was because he wanted to talk. And I had been so scared I’d never talk to him again. It felt like I’d finally gasped for air after holding my breath for too long.
“Sonny?” he said again when I didn’t answer. “This … this is Sonny, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. My voice cracked and I cleared my throat. “Yeah. It’s really me this time.”
It would be a lie to say I did this on my own. The truth is, there have been several amazing people helping to shepherd this book into existence, and I want to take a moment to thank them.
Thank you to my editor, Jody Corbett, who put so much time and energy into making this story the best it could be. Thank you to my agent, Joanna Volpe, who had faith in this story even when it was just a half-formed idea mentioned over coffee. And to the whole New Leaf Literary and Scholastic teams — there are no words for how happy and honored I am to work with all of you.
Special thanks to Phoebe North, who loved this story even when I didn’t. To Amy Lukavics, who constantly makes me feel like a rock star. And to Lisa Desrochers, who made me laugh even when I was feeling pretty down. I’m so proud to know all three of you talented, smart, amazing women.
Thanks to everyone in my family for believing in me while also keeping me grounded. And special thanks to Mom, who is always there when I need her, and Dad, who never lets me doubt how proud he is. I’m lucky to have you all.
And since this is a book largely about friendship, I would be remiss not to thank my own best friends. Shana Hancock, it’s hard to believe it’s been almost nine years since that day we met in history class. We may be several states apart, but I adore you just as much now as I did then. Gaelyn Galbreath, you’re the Ann to my Leslie, my soupsnake, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Thank you both for always being there for me. I love you so much.
Kody Keplinger was born and raised in a small Kentucky town. During her senior year of high school, she wrote her debut novel, The DUFF, which was a YALSA Top Ten Quick Pick for Reluctant Readers and a Romantic Times Top Pick. It has since been adapted into a major motion picture. Kody is also the author of Shut Out and A Midsummer’s Nightmare, as well as the middle-grade novel The Swift Boys & Me. Currently, Kody lives in New York City, where she teaches writing workshops and continues to write books for kids and teens. You can find more about her and her books at www.kodykeplinger.com.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Keplinger, Kody, author.
Lying out loud / Kody Keplinger. — First edition.
pages cm
Summary: High school senior Sonny Ardmore is an accomplished liar, who uses lies to try and control her out-of-control life, which has been further complicated by the fact that she is secretly staying every night in her best friend Amy’s house because she has been kicked out by her own mother — but when she gets into an online conversation with the stuck-up new boy Ryder, who has a crush on Amy, she finds herself caught up in one lie too many.
ISBN 978-0-545-83109-3
1. Truthfulness and falsehood — Juvenile fiction. 2. Best friends — Juvenile fiction. 3. Interpersonal relations — Juvenile fiction. 4. Dating (Social customs) — Juvenile fiction. [1. Honesty — Fiction. 2. Best friends — Fiction. 3. Friendship — Fiction. 4. Interpersonal relations — Fiction. 5. Dating (Social customs) — Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.K439Ly 2015
813.6 — dc23
[Fic]
2015000487
First edition, May 2015
Cover design by Yaffa Jaskoll
Cover photograph © 2015 by Michael Frost
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