Dear Teen Me by Miranda Kenneally & Miranda Kenneally

Author:Miranda Kenneally & Miranda Kenneally [Anderson, E. Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781936976218
Publisher: Zest

Miranda Kenneally is the author of Catching Jordan (2011), a contemporary YA novel about football and femininity. Her other books include Stealing Parker (2012) and Bad, Bad Thing (2013). Miranda is the cocreator of Dear Teen Me. She enjoys reading and writing young adult literature, and loves Star Trek, music, sports, Mexican food, Twitter, coffee, and her husband. Visit her at MirandaKenneally.com.

HE BROKE MORE THAN YOUR HEART

Stephanie Kuehnert

Dear Teen Me,

It started when he made you give Acacia that poor, pink, stuffed duck that he’d burned and stabbed and defaced with permanent marker with words like Skunkhead, which was supposed to insult Acacia because she’d bleached half of her black hair blond. “She’s copying you,” he said, referring to the blond streak you’d had in your hair for three months. You said you didn’t see it that way, but he insisted, “She’s jealous of you—of us being together. She’s been spreading rumors about us.”

You doubted this and you were right to. He cut you off from Acacia first for the simple reason that she was the biggest threat. If the two of you had stayed close, she would’ve noticed what he was doing to you. He said that she was out to get you. You believed him, because he was the first boy to tell you that he loved you.

He even said it before you did. You’d only been together for two weeks. It was earth-shattering. This gorgeous guy—a talented musician who looked like a dark-haired, hazel-eyed Kurt Cobain and smelled like sandalwood incense, cigarettes, and warm sheets—loved you, a girl who had just been used by two other gorgeous guys.

Of course if he really had been like Kurt Cobain, he would’ve joined you in trying to kick the convertible filled with loud, obnoxious jocks. They were screaming catcalls at you, but instead of supporting you, he threw you over his shoulder and lifted your skirt, flashing your underwear to the busy street. When you started to cry, he got pissed and said you couldn’t take a joke. He also said your skirt was too short and those fishnet tights made you look like a slut. After a few more arguments like this, including one where he shredded your favorite shirt, you adopted a baggy, multilayered uniform.

You were all he had (he said), so when you did something to upset him, he told you he wanted to die. You did whatever you could to avoid this, including having sex with him when you didn’t want to. He was your first, and the sex was beautiful…until that day he wanted to hook up in your friend Robin’s garage. You knew she’d be mad, and she was the only friend you had left, so you said no and he gave you the silent treatment all day. Robin convinced him to talk to you and he said that if you didn’t want to have sex with him anymore, it meant you didn’t love him. So you did it. You never said no again, because you knew no one would ever love you like he did.

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