“With ice!” Chris screams. Then she sighs a wistful sigh. “I wish I had a little sister. I would be
amazing at bossing her around.”
“Kitty doesn’t usually listen so well. It’s only because she looks up to you.”
“She does, doesn’t she?” Chris picks at a fuzzy on her sock, smiling to herself.
Kitty used to look up to Genevieve, too. She was sort of in awe of her. “Hey,” I say suddenly.
“How’s your grandma?”
“She’s all right. She’s pretty tough.”
“And how’s... the rest of your family? Everything all right?”
Chris shrugs. “Sure. Everything’s fine.”
Hmm. If Chris doesn’t know, how bad could things be with Genevieve’s family? Either not that
bad or, more likely, just another one of Genevieve’s deceptions. Even when we were little she lied a
lot, whether it was to get out of trouble with her mom, in which case she’d blame me, or to gain
sympathy from adults.
Chris peers at me. “What are you thinking about so hard? Are you still stressing over your sex
tape?”
“It’s not a sex tape if you’re not having sex in it!”
“Calm down, Lara Jean. I’m sure Peter’s grandstanding did the trick and people will leave it
alone. They’ll be on to the next thing.”
“I hope you’re right,” I say.
“Trust me, there’ll be someone or something new to obsess over by next week.”
It turns out that Chris is right, that people have moved on to the next thing. On Tuesday, a sophomore
boy named Clark is caught masturbating in the boys locker room, and it’s all everyone can talk about.
Lucky me!