At the ripe old age of sixteen whole years, I can’t say I’ve read every single book there is to read. I’ve read the standard rite-of-passage-y, coming of age stories, sure. I’ve met everyone from Percy Jackson to Holden Caulfield to Bella Swan, and some spaces in between, and while they’re all relatable in their own special ways, there’s always something holding them back from being my ultimate favorite.
This book granted me that one thing.
As a teen, there’s a lot of pressure to be exactly who everyone else wants you to be. You’re always comparing yourself to others, despite how different each of you are, and that’s the universal truth. Every teen is a slave to that.
Between the hormones and mood swings, between grades and jobs, these expectations and relationships are sometimes the only thing holding us down. We find comfort in that, and as we find out more about ourselves, we begin to realize that we don’t want to be like that, hence why adolescence is regarded as such a rough point in life.
For me, that realization came the form of romantic relationships. All of my girl friends are out there dating my boy friends. It took me a while, but I realized that I didn’t want that. I didn’t want a boyfriend. Soon enough, coincidentally through one of my books (thanks, Uncle Rick!), I would be introduced to the concepts of sexuality and different preferences.
I began to resent the stories with their heterosexual main characters and heterosexual subplots. The idea they enforced that the only way was… well, straight. I stopped reading for leisure. My storytelling obsession would be occupied by kid’s shows and video games, where things like that would remain more or less ambiguous.
So, particularly lonely and slowly getting over an unrequited friendship-turned-crush, I started looking for anything to read that might appeal to my broken little lesbian heart. It was a process, and I came up with a few different titles. If sapphic teen romance novels are few and far between, sapphic books written by sapphic authors are even fewer.
Now that I’m done writing an entire novel of my own backstory, here’s what I actually think of the book:
When I finally fell upon “She Gets the Girl,” I didn’t have high expectations. Now that I’d found what I’d wanted, I was afraid that it wouldn’t be any good, and that I’d be right where I started my search.
And then I was introduced to Alex Blackwood and Molly Parker.
Holy shit.
Alex appealed to me especially at first. She took the tortured-ness and attachment issues reminiscent of so many male love interests that I’d read, and put them into the sarcastic reality of the female world. Instead of tall, dark and handsome, she was sarcastic, hot and bittersweet.
And then there was Molly.
Good lord, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find a character like her. Everything from her relationship with her mother, to the rose-tinted glasses with which she saw Cora, to her nervous demeanor and seemingly friendless past. Buried beneath the humor of Molly’s awkwardness was a certain amount of truth to me. Even the dressing-like-a-grandpa comment made by Alex reminded me of an experience with my own friends.
TL;DR:
“She Gets the Girl” has opened up a whole new world of novels for me. I found it relatable, fulfilling, heartbreaking, heartwarming, and most of all, heartfelt. I’m no literary critic, but I give it five stars. Perfectly paced, excellently executed, and effortlessly entertaining. Satisfying closure in the end, and doesn’t leave you yearning for a sequel.
Truly written by people like me, for people like me.
Could’ve used an epilogue, though;)
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She’s All ThatmeetsWhat If It’s Usin this New York Times bestselling hate-to-love YA romantic comedy from the coauthor ofFive Feet ApartRachael Lippincott and debut writer Alyson Derrick.
Alex Blackwood is a little bit headstrong, with a dash of chaos and a whole lot of flirt. She knows how to get the girl.Keepingher on the other hand…not so much. Molly Parker has everything in her life totally in control, except for her complete awkwardness with just about anyone besides her mom. She knows she’s in love with the impossibly cool Cora Myers. She just…hasn’t actually talked to her yet.
Alex and Molly don’t belong on the same planet, let alone the same college campus. But when Alex, fresh off a bad (but hopefully not permanent) breakup, discovers Molly’s hidden crush as their paths cross the night before classes start, they realize they might have a common interest after all. Because maybe if Alex volunteers to help Molly learn how to get her dream girl to fall for her, she can prove to her ex that she’s not a selfish flirt. That she’s ready for an actual commitment. And while Alex is the last person Molly would ever think she could trust, she can’t deny Alex knows what she’s doing with girls, unlike her.
As the two embark on their five-step plans to get their girls to fall for them, though, they both begin to wonder if maybe they’re the ones falling…for each other.
Alex Blackwood is a little bit headstrong, with a dash of chaos and a whole lot of flirt. She knows how to get the girl.Keepingher on the other hand…not so much. Molly Parker has everything in her life totally in control, except for her complete awkwardness with just about anyone besides her mom. She knows she’s in love with the impossibly cool Cora Myers. She just…hasn’t actually talked to her yet.
Alex and Molly don’t belong on the same planet, let alone the same college campus. But when Alex, fresh off a bad (but hopefully not permanent) breakup, discovers Molly’s hidden crush as their paths cross the night before classes start, they realize they might have a common interest after all. Because maybe if Alex volunteers to help Molly learn how to get her dream girl to fall for her, she can prove to her ex that she’s not a selfish flirt. That she’s ready for an actual commitment. And while Alex is the last person Molly would ever think she could trust, she can’t deny Alex knows what she’s doing with girls, unlike her.
As the two embark on their five-step plans to get their girls to fall for them, though, they both begin to wonder if maybe they’re the ones falling…for each other.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSimon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
- Publication dateApril 5, 2022
- Reading age14 years and up
- File size9157 KB
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Gr 9 Up—Alex and Molly, completely opposite strangers, both arrive for their freshman year of college with big plans to reinvent themselves. Alex is an independent social butterfly and serial flirt with a difficult family life and an ex-girlfriend she's desperate to get back. Molly is a wallflower who is extremely close with her mom but eager to individuate and newly determined to finally talk to the girl she's pined after for too long. After the two meet in class, Alex learns of Molly's crush and seizes the opportunity to become her relationship coach of sorts and help her land a date. Then of course, romantic comedy high jinks ensue. This sapphic rom-com is delightfully cheesy, fun, and extremely sweet. It also has its serious moments, meaningfully tackling tough topics such as cultural identity and the alcohol abuse of a parent. While the coauthored split perspectives are a little repetitive at times, LGBTQIA+ readers seeking to see themselves represented in fan-favorite rom-com tropes will still very much appreciate this one. Alex's race was not stated. Molly is biracial; her mom was adopted from Korea by a white American family and she and Molly both struggle internally with their Asian identities. VERDICT Recommended for all libraries.—Kayla Fontaine
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"Sweet, honest, and filled with personality." -- Kirkus Reviews
"Using lightly funny alternating narration, Lippincott (Five Feet Apart) and debut author Derrick, spouses, infuse the opposites-attract trope with some real suspense via a rom-com starring two seemingly dissimilar characters seeking the same things...the authors build a friendship that feels real while letting readers wonder if the two characters will see what else is possible. "-- Publishers Weekly
"This sapphic rom-com is delightfully cheesy, fun, and extremely sweet. It also has its serious moments, meaningfully tackling tough topics such as cultural identity and the alcohol abuse of a parent...LGBTQIA+ readers seeking to see themselves represented in fan-favorite rom-com tropes will still very much appreciate this one." -- School Library Journal
"Lippincott and Derrick...give the sweet, cotton-candy plot some narrative substance with attention to the two girls’ respective struggles with their mothers, bringing complexity to the story without weighing it down. The joyful ending places Alex and Molly’s romance front and center, complete with Molly running after Alex in formalwear to declare her love. It’s a warm, unaffected take on familiar tropes that will charm romance fans and perhaps entice a few skeptics to give the genre a try." -- BCCB
"Using lightly funny alternating narration, Lippincott (Five Feet Apart) and debut author Derrick, spouses, infuse the opposites-attract trope with some real suspense via a rom-com starring two seemingly dissimilar characters seeking the same things...the authors build a friendship that feels real while letting readers wonder if the two characters will see what else is possible. "-- Publishers Weekly
"This sapphic rom-com is delightfully cheesy, fun, and extremely sweet. It also has its serious moments, meaningfully tackling tough topics such as cultural identity and the alcohol abuse of a parent...LGBTQIA+ readers seeking to see themselves represented in fan-favorite rom-com tropes will still very much appreciate this one." -- School Library Journal
"Lippincott and Derrick...give the sweet, cotton-candy plot some narrative substance with attention to the two girls’ respective struggles with their mothers, bringing complexity to the story without weighing it down. The joyful ending places Alex and Molly’s romance front and center, complete with Molly running after Alex in formalwear to declare her love. It’s a warm, unaffected take on familiar tropes that will charm romance fans and perhaps entice a few skeptics to give the genre a try." -- BCCB
About the Author
Rachael Lippincott is the coauthor ofAll This Time,#1New York TimesbestsellerFive Feet Apart,She Gets the Girl,andMake My Wish Come Trueand the author ofThe Lucky ListandPride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh.She holds a BA in English writing from the University of Pittsburgh. Originally from Bucks County, Pennsylvania, she currently resides in Pennsylvania with her wife, daughter, and dog, Hank.
Alyson Derrick is the coauthor ofNew York TimesbestsellerShe Gets the GirlandMake My Wish Come True,and the author ofForget Me Not,which was longlisted for the National Book Award for Young People’s literature. She was born and raised in Greenville, Pennsylvania. Alyson currently resides in Pennsylvania with her wife, daughter, and dog, Hank.
Alyson Derrick is the coauthor ofNew York TimesbestsellerShe Gets the GirlandMake My Wish Come True,and the author ofForget Me Not,which was longlisted for the National Book Award for Young People’s literature. She was born and raised in Greenville, Pennsylvania. Alyson currently resides in Pennsylvania with her wife, daughter, and dog, Hank.
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Chapter 1: Alex
CHAPTER 1 ALEX
Every single person in this room is looking at Natalie Ramirez.
The hipster dude clutching an IPA like it’s his firstborn son. The girl wearing a faded Nirvana shirt thatscreamsUrban Outfitters. Brendan, the bartender, too distracted to realize he’s made not one buttworumless rum and Cokes. All of them have their eyes glued to the stage.
I finish wiping up a few water rings clinging to the counter and throw my white bar towel over my shoulder, craning my neck around the sea of people to get a better view.
The stage lights cast an odd purplish hue over everything. Her face is outlined in shades of lilac and violet, and her long black hair shines a deep burgundy. I watch as her hands move up and down the neck of the guitar without so much as a second glance, every fret memorized, the feel of the strings ingrained in her fingertips.
Because while all eyes are on her, Natalie Ramirez is only looking at me.
She gives me a small, secret smile. The same one that gave me butterflies five whole months ago, when her band first performed at Tilted Rabbit.
It was the best performance I’ve seen in the three years I’ve worked here. Being a small local venue, we’ve had our fair share of Alanis Morissette wannabes and weekend warrior cover bands. There was a guy just last week who tried to go full Neutral Milk Hotel and play a saw for an hour straight, the sound so screeching that everyone except my coworkers and his girlfriend left the building.
To be honest, between the iffy music, the weird hours, and the less-than-ideal pay, the turnover rate here is pretty high. I’d have quit ages ago, but… my mom needs money for rent. Plus, I do too, now that I’m leaving for college.
And I guess it’s all right. Because if I had quit, I wouldn’t have been there that night five months ago, and I wouldn’t be here right now, catching Natalie Ramirez’s gaze from behind the bar.
My stomach sinks as I realize this is the last time I’ll hear her play for a while, and even though I try to push that feeling away, it lingers. It sticks around through saying a final farewell to the ragtag crew of coworkers that let me study at the bar on school nights, through waiting for Natalie to get done with her celebratory drinks backstage before her band goes on their first-ever tour next week, and through the two of us veering off to spend my last night here at home exactly how I want to spend it.
With her.
We’re barely through the door of her cramped Manayunk apartment before she’s kissing me, her lips tasting like the cheese pizza and warm beer she has after every show.
It’s a blur of kicked-off Converse shoes and hands sliding up my waist as she pulls off my black T-shirt, the two of us stumbling across the space she escaped to after graduating last year from Central High, the public school just across the city from mine.
This place has pretty much been my escape all summer too, so I lead us effortlessly across the worn wooden floor into her room, dodging her bandmates’ instruments and sheet music and scattered shoes. Her bedsprings squeak as we tumble back onto her messy sheets, the door clicking shut behind us.
The moment is so alive, so perfect, but that feeling I had earlier still sits heavy on my chest. It’s impossible to not think about the bus that will whisk me away to college in the morning. The prickling nervousness I feel over leaving the place where I’ve lived my whole life. My mom, on the other side of the city, probably half a handle of tequila deep after spending the afternoon guilting me over “leaving her” just like Dad left us.
But, most importantly, I want to finally have the conversation I’ve been avoiding. The conversation about how I want to make this work long distance.
I zero in on the feeling of Natalie’s skin under my fingertips, her body pressed up against mine, working up the courage to pull away, tosay something,when I feel her soft whisper against my lips.
“I love you.”
I pull her closer, so wrapped up in her that I hardly register what she just said. So wrapped up in what I’m struggling to say that I almost say it back.
More than almost. My mouth forms around the words. “I lo—”
Wait.
My eyes fly open and my heart hammers in my chest as I jerk away, those three words bringing with them a flood of momentsmuchdifferent from this one.
Thrown plates and screaming. My dad stooping down to say “I love you” before he got in the car and drove away, into a new life.
A life without me. Never to be seen or heard from again.
I can’t possibly say them to her now. Not like this. Not whenI’mthe one leaving.
I see the question in her face illuminated in the glow of the yellow streetlight outside her window, so I quickly disguise my sudden movement by reaching out to run my fingertips along the black strap of her bra.
“I, uh. I loved that new song you guys played tonight,” I whisper, trying my best to cover the words that almost came out of my mouth. I kiss her again, harder now, the kind of kiss that usually ends any conversation. But what she said lingers in the air around us like a thick fog.
“Alex,” she says, pulling her lips off mine. She studies my face, her eyes searching for something.
“Yeah?” I say, avoiding her gaze as I look down at her fingers laced with mine, the chipped black paint on her nails.
“Sometimes…” She lets out a long sigh. “Sometimes I wonder what exactly thisisto you.”
I lean back and squint at her, finally meeting her gaze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean my band is going on tour. You’re leaving tomorrow for college. You’re going to be all the way inPittsburgh,”she says as she sits back and pulls her black hair into a bun, a sign the moment is slipping away.Fast.
There’s a long pause. I can tell she’s still searching. Still waiting for me to say the words she wants me to say. “It’s our last night, and I want to know whatweare. That I mean something to you. That this is going to work long distance, and you won’t just ghost me and see other people. That I’m not just…”
Yes.“Natalie.” I scooch closer to her. “I wanted to talk to you about that. I—”
My phone vibrates loudly on the white sheets beneath us, the screen lighting up to show a text from Megan Baker, littered with winky face emojis, and a message reading: HMU if ur ever back in the city!
Natalie squeezes her eyes shut, angry now, like she’s found the answer, but it’s one she didn’t want. “Megan Baker? That girl that plays the triangle in that Fleetwood Mac cover band? For real, Alex?”
“Natalie,” I say as I reach out for her. “Come on. It’s not—”
“No,” she says as she pushes my hands away and stands up, her jaw locking. I notice her hazel eyes are glistening, tears threatening to spill out of the corners. “This is so… typical. This is sofuckingtypical. I try to get close and you pull this. We’ve been seeing each other forfivemonths, and I haven’t been able to trust you for a single one of them.”
“Natalie. Comeon.We’ve been over this. I went on, like,threedates. Four, max. I thought things were ruined between us. I thought we were done.” I swing my legs over the bed and stand, all of this feelingveryfamiliar, inexactlythe way I didn’t want tonight to go. “And only one was with Megan. She meansnothingto me.”
“How can I trust you in Pittsburgh, when you’re getting texts like this when we’re in thesame city?”she asks, glowering up at me.
“Texts likewhat?”I snort, and turn the phone to face her. “She wished me safe travels andallI said was thanks. Then she’s the one that—”
“Justadmitit, Alex. It’s impossible for you to have a conversation without flirting. I saw you tonight talking to that girl at the bar during my set. It’s why you said no when I asked you to change your plans and come on tour with us last month. Why you avoided every conversation about what happens when you leave. You would rather flirt around in Pittsburgh than actually have arealconnection.” She shakes her head, her voice breaking as she looks away, out the window. “You’ve never chosen me. Never really been all the way in.”
A familiar wave of guilt washes over me. For those dates I went on at the very beginning, and the times I’ve maybe crossed the line between talking and flirting during my shifts at Tilted Rabbit.
But Iamin. I didn’t date anyone like this all through high school. I kept it casual with everyone because, well… I never wanted them to know the truth. The part of me I keep hidden. A wrecked home life and a mom too drunk off her ass to even take care of herself, let alone me.
But Natalie’s different.
She’s been different since she tried to surprise me with takeout after our third date and found my mom passed out on our porch. I ghosted her for two whole weeks out of embarrassment, going on other dates, sure she would never want to stick around after that, but… she didn’t give up. She’s the only person to get close enough to know the truth and stick by me anyway, baggage and all.
Now, though, her voice is cold when she talks next. Distant. “You may have a phone filled with numbers, but at the end of the day, without me, you have no one. You’realone.”
I’m taken aback. We’ve had fights before, but I’ve never seen her quite like this. “Alone?That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? Friends. Relationships. You pusheveryoneaway when they get too close. It’s a miracleI’mstill here! We’ve been together forfivemonths and I haven’t metanyof your friends. Just your past hookups. Because that’s all you have, Alex.You don’t have any friends.”She turns her head back to face me. “I’m here, and I care about you. I’ve supported you through all the shit with your mom, when no one elseeverwould. I mean, you almost said ‘I love you too,’ Alex. I know you did,” she says. “But you stopped yourself.Why?”
“I… I don’t know. I just…”
I’m stumbling over words. I don’t know how to saybecause it was more than I was expecting.
“All right, Alex,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ll give you another chance. Actually tell me how you feel. Tell me you love me too.”
She has me cornered, and she knows it.Whyis she doing this? “Natalie, look, I…”
My voice trails off into silence.
“Wow.” Natalie lets out a huff of air as she shakes her head. “Sometimes I think you really might end up just like your mom.”
I stand there, stunned. She, more than anyone, knows that was a low blow. How nothing in this world scares me more than that.
I try to steady myself as the room starts to feel smaller and smaller, my chest tight when I try to take a breath as memories swim to the surface. My parents screaming at each other from across the house. The sound of glass shattering into a million pieces. The back bumper of my dad’s car fading into the distance.
And for the first time in five whole months, I feel like running away, just like I always have.
I grab my T-shirt and angrily pull it back on. “You think you knoweverything,huh? You want me to tell you how I feel, Natalie?” I say, the fear and rage boiling to the surface. “I feel like you don’t know shit about me.”
“And whose fault is that?”
We stare at each other for a long moment, her chest heaving, the sharp lines of her collarbones intensifying.
“Get out,” she says finally, her voice low.
I don’t even fight it.“Gladly,”I say, plastering a smirk on my face, like I don’t care. It feels familiar, and I hate it.
I push past her out the bedroom door and grab my duffel bag off the floor, pulling it onto my shoulder as I angrily jam my feet into my shoes. The heel folds in and gets caught under my foot, so I jimmy my ankle around, twisting it back into place while I yank open the apartment door.
I give her one last glare as I grab the handle of my suitcase, that small smile she gave me onstage tonight long gone, those butterflies from five months ago and every time I see her play certifiably crushed. Then, with all the might I can muster and enough force to piss off old Mrs. Hampshire two apartments down, I slam the door behind me.
My head spins as I jog down the uneven steps, my suitcase clunking noisily behind me. I push through the door and out onto the street, trying tocalm down,but the warm late-August air only makes me angrier.
It’s the middle of the night and the temperature still hasn’t dropped.
I storm down the block and around the corner, almost running smack into a group of barhoppers as I turn onto Main Street, a blur of faces and shapes and colors. I look to the side and slow down as I catch sight of the small coffee shop we went to on our first date, where we talked about her band, the Cereal Killers, and my upcoming graduation, and our favorite places in the city.
Adjacent to the coffee shop is the diner where we would hang out every Saturday in the corner booth, stealing kisses between bites of pancakes bigger than our heads.
We’d have been there tomorrow morning before I left, but now…
I duck my head and look away, the anger giving way to another feeling.Loss.For those Saturdays at the diner, for the night we could have had, and for the girl who stuck around even though she knew the worst parts of me. Even if she just threw them all in my face.
My chest is heaving by the time I get to the SEPTA station. I collapse onto a bench and pull out my phone. The screen lights up to show it’s only… 1:00 a.m.
It’s one o’clock in the morning? Shit. My bus isn’t until eight.
And… I can’t go home. I can’t spend one more night scraping my mom off the floor while she berates me for leaving. I’m afraid I’ll never leave if I go back.
So, where the hell am I going to—
My eyes land on the text from Megan.
It’s… worth a shot. She’s about to be a sophomore at Temple, and her new dorm is pretty close to the bus station.
I tap on the notification and then the call button, holding my breath as it rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Megan,” I say, a wave of relief washing over me when she picks up. “Can I come over?”
“Oh,”she says, her voice changing ever so slightly. “I’d love it if you…cameover.”
I cringe. Jesus. No wonder Natalie was mad I went on a date with her.
“I mean, I, uh,” I say as I shift the phone to my other ear. “I was just planning to, like… sleep since my bus isn’t until eight tomorrow, but…”
But…what have I got to lose?Shit just hit the fan with Natalie. And Megan’s clearly not looking for anything serious. Would it really be so bad to forget everything, just for a night?
“Oh,”she says, jumping in before I have a chance to backtrack. “You could, but, uh… my roommate is sick.”
“Julie?” I frown. “I just saw her at Natalie’s concert tonight. She was—”
“Yeah, I think… I think she must have come down with something after,” she says. Her voice is muffled as she pretends to call out to her roommate, “What’s that, Julie? You’re throwing up? I’ll be right there to help!”
Wow is this girl bad at lying.
“Alex! I think I’ve got to go,” she says in an attempt to wrap up her one-woman show. “Julie just started—”
I hang up before she can finish, saving her from having to keep up the act for even a second longer.
Sighing, I pull open my contact list, scrolling through it as I search for someone else to call. TheAs alone are about a mile long. Natalie may have been right about Megan, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a million other people I know and can stay with.
My eyes glaze over as I pause on individual names: Melissa, Ben, Mike. Coworkers that never became more than acquaintances. People I’ve met working behind the bar or at school, each text chain I try to start left empty as I see how I just… lost touch with them, months passing since the last text as I ignored their questions or their offers to hang out, so busy with schoolwork and taking care of my mom I didn’t have time for anything else.
But I also realize most of them are… hookups. Or, I guess, potential hookups, just like Natalie said. A lot of them. Girls I flirted with just to see what would happen, knowing I could never commit to more than just this moment. Knowing I could never have more than the temporary.
Some don’t even have names.
Brown hair, Starbucks.
Freckles, pizza place.
There aretenlike that. Maybe more. Just some generic description of a girl followed by where I’d met her.
I keep scrolling, until the screen bounces as I hit the bottom of the list. There’s no one I can call at 1:00 a.m. Nowhere I can go except to the Greyhound station to sit and wait for seven hours for the bus to come.
You’re alone.Natalie’s face pops into my head, the pointed look in her eyes clouding my vision.
But, I mean, I had my mom to worry about. And I wasleaving.For Pittsburgh. I was never going to see most of these people again. Of course I let the ties go. The casual acquaintances, the hookups, the friends I never really talked to outside of school, keeping my personal life tucked away in a little box.
The only person I really held on to was her. Until tonight.
I feel a rush of hot air as the train screeches noisily to a stop in front of me. Numbly, I stumble inside and slide onto one of the blue-carpeted seats. I rest my arms on my knees and squeeze my eyes shut as I rub my face, the words circling around and around in my head, the truth in them catching me off guard.
She was right. She saw me better than I saw myself.
She said “I love you” and Istoppedmyself from saying it back to her. She asked me to sayonething about how much she meant to me, and I couldn’t.
I couldn’t just tell her how Saturday mornings with her are the highlight of my week. How her lyrics speak to me like no other song has before, and watching her perform makes me feel… light, how for just those few moments, nothing is weighing down on me. I couldn’t tell her how grateful I’ve been these past few months having someone to support me through all the shit with my mom.
I’m not sure I’d be able to get on the bus tomorrow morning if it weren’t for her help.
But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I messed it all up because she asked for the moon, and I couldn’t give it to her yet.
She’s the first person I don’t want to say goodbye to, and here I am running away.
What iswrongwith me?
I swallow hard on a lump forming in my throat and rest my head up against the window, watching Philadelphia whiz by on the other side of the glass, knowing I need to make a change.
I’m not sure how I’m going to fix this, but I’ve got all the way to Pittsburgh to figure it out.
CHAPTER 1 ALEX
Every single person in this room is looking at Natalie Ramirez.
The hipster dude clutching an IPA like it’s his firstborn son. The girl wearing a faded Nirvana shirt thatscreamsUrban Outfitters. Brendan, the bartender, too distracted to realize he’s made not one buttworumless rum and Cokes. All of them have their eyes glued to the stage.
I finish wiping up a few water rings clinging to the counter and throw my white bar towel over my shoulder, craning my neck around the sea of people to get a better view.
The stage lights cast an odd purplish hue over everything. Her face is outlined in shades of lilac and violet, and her long black hair shines a deep burgundy. I watch as her hands move up and down the neck of the guitar without so much as a second glance, every fret memorized, the feel of the strings ingrained in her fingertips.
Because while all eyes are on her, Natalie Ramirez is only looking at me.
She gives me a small, secret smile. The same one that gave me butterflies five whole months ago, when her band first performed at Tilted Rabbit.
It was the best performance I’ve seen in the three years I’ve worked here. Being a small local venue, we’ve had our fair share of Alanis Morissette wannabes and weekend warrior cover bands. There was a guy just last week who tried to go full Neutral Milk Hotel and play a saw for an hour straight, the sound so screeching that everyone except my coworkers and his girlfriend left the building.
To be honest, between the iffy music, the weird hours, and the less-than-ideal pay, the turnover rate here is pretty high. I’d have quit ages ago, but… my mom needs money for rent. Plus, I do too, now that I’m leaving for college.
And I guess it’s all right. Because if I had quit, I wouldn’t have been there that night five months ago, and I wouldn’t be here right now, catching Natalie Ramirez’s gaze from behind the bar.
My stomach sinks as I realize this is the last time I’ll hear her play for a while, and even though I try to push that feeling away, it lingers. It sticks around through saying a final farewell to the ragtag crew of coworkers that let me study at the bar on school nights, through waiting for Natalie to get done with her celebratory drinks backstage before her band goes on their first-ever tour next week, and through the two of us veering off to spend my last night here at home exactly how I want to spend it.
With her.
We’re barely through the door of her cramped Manayunk apartment before she’s kissing me, her lips tasting like the cheese pizza and warm beer she has after every show.
It’s a blur of kicked-off Converse shoes and hands sliding up my waist as she pulls off my black T-shirt, the two of us stumbling across the space she escaped to after graduating last year from Central High, the public school just across the city from mine.
This place has pretty much been my escape all summer too, so I lead us effortlessly across the worn wooden floor into her room, dodging her bandmates’ instruments and sheet music and scattered shoes. Her bedsprings squeak as we tumble back onto her messy sheets, the door clicking shut behind us.
The moment is so alive, so perfect, but that feeling I had earlier still sits heavy on my chest. It’s impossible to not think about the bus that will whisk me away to college in the morning. The prickling nervousness I feel over leaving the place where I’ve lived my whole life. My mom, on the other side of the city, probably half a handle of tequila deep after spending the afternoon guilting me over “leaving her” just like Dad left us.
But, most importantly, I want to finally have the conversation I’ve been avoiding. The conversation about how I want to make this work long distance.
I zero in on the feeling of Natalie’s skin under my fingertips, her body pressed up against mine, working up the courage to pull away, tosay something,when I feel her soft whisper against my lips.
“I love you.”
I pull her closer, so wrapped up in her that I hardly register what she just said. So wrapped up in what I’m struggling to say that I almost say it back.
More than almost. My mouth forms around the words. “I lo—”
Wait.
My eyes fly open and my heart hammers in my chest as I jerk away, those three words bringing with them a flood of momentsmuchdifferent from this one.
Thrown plates and screaming. My dad stooping down to say “I love you” before he got in the car and drove away, into a new life.
A life without me. Never to be seen or heard from again.
I can’t possibly say them to her now. Not like this. Not whenI’mthe one leaving.
I see the question in her face illuminated in the glow of the yellow streetlight outside her window, so I quickly disguise my sudden movement by reaching out to run my fingertips along the black strap of her bra.
“I, uh. I loved that new song you guys played tonight,” I whisper, trying my best to cover the words that almost came out of my mouth. I kiss her again, harder now, the kind of kiss that usually ends any conversation. But what she said lingers in the air around us like a thick fog.
“Alex,” she says, pulling her lips off mine. She studies my face, her eyes searching for something.
“Yeah?” I say, avoiding her gaze as I look down at her fingers laced with mine, the chipped black paint on her nails.
“Sometimes…” She lets out a long sigh. “Sometimes I wonder what exactly thisisto you.”
I lean back and squint at her, finally meeting her gaze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean my band is going on tour. You’re leaving tomorrow for college. You’re going to be all the way inPittsburgh,”she says as she sits back and pulls her black hair into a bun, a sign the moment is slipping away.Fast.
There’s a long pause. I can tell she’s still searching. Still waiting for me to say the words she wants me to say. “It’s our last night, and I want to know whatweare. That I mean something to you. That this is going to work long distance, and you won’t just ghost me and see other people. That I’m not just…”
Yes.“Natalie.” I scooch closer to her. “I wanted to talk to you about that. I—”
My phone vibrates loudly on the white sheets beneath us, the screen lighting up to show a text from Megan Baker, littered with winky face emojis, and a message reading: HMU if ur ever back in the city!
Natalie squeezes her eyes shut, angry now, like she’s found the answer, but it’s one she didn’t want. “Megan Baker? That girl that plays the triangle in that Fleetwood Mac cover band? For real, Alex?”
“Natalie,” I say as I reach out for her. “Come on. It’s not—”
“No,” she says as she pushes my hands away and stands up, her jaw locking. I notice her hazel eyes are glistening, tears threatening to spill out of the corners. “This is so… typical. This is sofuckingtypical. I try to get close and you pull this. We’ve been seeing each other forfivemonths, and I haven’t been able to trust you for a single one of them.”
“Natalie. Comeon.We’ve been over this. I went on, like,threedates. Four, max. I thought things were ruined between us. I thought we were done.” I swing my legs over the bed and stand, all of this feelingveryfamiliar, inexactlythe way I didn’t want tonight to go. “And only one was with Megan. She meansnothingto me.”
“How can I trust you in Pittsburgh, when you’re getting texts like this when we’re in thesame city?”she asks, glowering up at me.
“Texts likewhat?”I snort, and turn the phone to face her. “She wished me safe travels andallI said was thanks. Then she’s the one that—”
“Justadmitit, Alex. It’s impossible for you to have a conversation without flirting. I saw you tonight talking to that girl at the bar during my set. It’s why you said no when I asked you to change your plans and come on tour with us last month. Why you avoided every conversation about what happens when you leave. You would rather flirt around in Pittsburgh than actually have arealconnection.” She shakes her head, her voice breaking as she looks away, out the window. “You’ve never chosen me. Never really been all the way in.”
A familiar wave of guilt washes over me. For those dates I went on at the very beginning, and the times I’ve maybe crossed the line between talking and flirting during my shifts at Tilted Rabbit.
But Iamin. I didn’t date anyone like this all through high school. I kept it casual with everyone because, well… I never wanted them to know the truth. The part of me I keep hidden. A wrecked home life and a mom too drunk off her ass to even take care of herself, let alone me.
But Natalie’s different.
She’s been different since she tried to surprise me with takeout after our third date and found my mom passed out on our porch. I ghosted her for two whole weeks out of embarrassment, going on other dates, sure she would never want to stick around after that, but… she didn’t give up. She’s the only person to get close enough to know the truth and stick by me anyway, baggage and all.
Now, though, her voice is cold when she talks next. Distant. “You may have a phone filled with numbers, but at the end of the day, without me, you have no one. You’realone.”
I’m taken aback. We’ve had fights before, but I’ve never seen her quite like this. “Alone?That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? Friends. Relationships. You pusheveryoneaway when they get too close. It’s a miracleI’mstill here! We’ve been together forfivemonths and I haven’t metanyof your friends. Just your past hookups. Because that’s all you have, Alex.You don’t have any friends.”She turns her head back to face me. “I’m here, and I care about you. I’ve supported you through all the shit with your mom, when no one elseeverwould. I mean, you almost said ‘I love you too,’ Alex. I know you did,” she says. “But you stopped yourself.Why?”
“I… I don’t know. I just…”
I’m stumbling over words. I don’t know how to saybecause it was more than I was expecting.
“All right, Alex,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ll give you another chance. Actually tell me how you feel. Tell me you love me too.”
She has me cornered, and she knows it.Whyis she doing this? “Natalie, look, I…”
My voice trails off into silence.
“Wow.” Natalie lets out a huff of air as she shakes her head. “Sometimes I think you really might end up just like your mom.”
I stand there, stunned. She, more than anyone, knows that was a low blow. How nothing in this world scares me more than that.
I try to steady myself as the room starts to feel smaller and smaller, my chest tight when I try to take a breath as memories swim to the surface. My parents screaming at each other from across the house. The sound of glass shattering into a million pieces. The back bumper of my dad’s car fading into the distance.
And for the first time in five whole months, I feel like running away, just like I always have.
I grab my T-shirt and angrily pull it back on. “You think you knoweverything,huh? You want me to tell you how I feel, Natalie?” I say, the fear and rage boiling to the surface. “I feel like you don’t know shit about me.”
“And whose fault is that?”
We stare at each other for a long moment, her chest heaving, the sharp lines of her collarbones intensifying.
“Get out,” she says finally, her voice low.
I don’t even fight it.“Gladly,”I say, plastering a smirk on my face, like I don’t care. It feels familiar, and I hate it.
I push past her out the bedroom door and grab my duffel bag off the floor, pulling it onto my shoulder as I angrily jam my feet into my shoes. The heel folds in and gets caught under my foot, so I jimmy my ankle around, twisting it back into place while I yank open the apartment door.
I give her one last glare as I grab the handle of my suitcase, that small smile she gave me onstage tonight long gone, those butterflies from five months ago and every time I see her play certifiably crushed. Then, with all the might I can muster and enough force to piss off old Mrs. Hampshire two apartments down, I slam the door behind me.
My head spins as I jog down the uneven steps, my suitcase clunking noisily behind me. I push through the door and out onto the street, trying tocalm down,but the warm late-August air only makes me angrier.
It’s the middle of the night and the temperature still hasn’t dropped.
I storm down the block and around the corner, almost running smack into a group of barhoppers as I turn onto Main Street, a blur of faces and shapes and colors. I look to the side and slow down as I catch sight of the small coffee shop we went to on our first date, where we talked about her band, the Cereal Killers, and my upcoming graduation, and our favorite places in the city.
Adjacent to the coffee shop is the diner where we would hang out every Saturday in the corner booth, stealing kisses between bites of pancakes bigger than our heads.
We’d have been there tomorrow morning before I left, but now…
I duck my head and look away, the anger giving way to another feeling.Loss.For those Saturdays at the diner, for the night we could have had, and for the girl who stuck around even though she knew the worst parts of me. Even if she just threw them all in my face.
My chest is heaving by the time I get to the SEPTA station. I collapse onto a bench and pull out my phone. The screen lights up to show it’s only… 1:00 a.m.
It’s one o’clock in the morning? Shit. My bus isn’t until eight.
And… I can’t go home. I can’t spend one more night scraping my mom off the floor while she berates me for leaving. I’m afraid I’ll never leave if I go back.
So, where the hell am I going to—
My eyes land on the text from Megan.
It’s… worth a shot. She’s about to be a sophomore at Temple, and her new dorm is pretty close to the bus station.
I tap on the notification and then the call button, holding my breath as it rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Megan,” I say, a wave of relief washing over me when she picks up. “Can I come over?”
“Oh,”she says, her voice changing ever so slightly. “I’d love it if you…cameover.”
I cringe. Jesus. No wonder Natalie was mad I went on a date with her.
“I mean, I, uh,” I say as I shift the phone to my other ear. “I was just planning to, like… sleep since my bus isn’t until eight tomorrow, but…”
But…what have I got to lose?Shit just hit the fan with Natalie. And Megan’s clearly not looking for anything serious. Would it really be so bad to forget everything, just for a night?
“Oh,”she says, jumping in before I have a chance to backtrack. “You could, but, uh… my roommate is sick.”
“Julie?” I frown. “I just saw her at Natalie’s concert tonight. She was—”
“Yeah, I think… I think she must have come down with something after,” she says. Her voice is muffled as she pretends to call out to her roommate, “What’s that, Julie? You’re throwing up? I’ll be right there to help!”
Wow is this girl bad at lying.
“Alex! I think I’ve got to go,” she says in an attempt to wrap up her one-woman show. “Julie just started—”
I hang up before she can finish, saving her from having to keep up the act for even a second longer.
Sighing, I pull open my contact list, scrolling through it as I search for someone else to call. TheAs alone are about a mile long. Natalie may have been right about Megan, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a million other people I know and can stay with.
My eyes glaze over as I pause on individual names: Melissa, Ben, Mike. Coworkers that never became more than acquaintances. People I’ve met working behind the bar or at school, each text chain I try to start left empty as I see how I just… lost touch with them, months passing since the last text as I ignored their questions or their offers to hang out, so busy with schoolwork and taking care of my mom I didn’t have time for anything else.
But I also realize most of them are… hookups. Or, I guess, potential hookups, just like Natalie said. A lot of them. Girls I flirted with just to see what would happen, knowing I could never commit to more than just this moment. Knowing I could never have more than the temporary.
Some don’t even have names.
Brown hair, Starbucks.
Freckles, pizza place.
There aretenlike that. Maybe more. Just some generic description of a girl followed by where I’d met her.
I keep scrolling, until the screen bounces as I hit the bottom of the list. There’s no one I can call at 1:00 a.m. Nowhere I can go except to the Greyhound station to sit and wait for seven hours for the bus to come.
You’re alone.Natalie’s face pops into my head, the pointed look in her eyes clouding my vision.
But, I mean, I had my mom to worry about. And I wasleaving.For Pittsburgh. I was never going to see most of these people again. Of course I let the ties go. The casual acquaintances, the hookups, the friends I never really talked to outside of school, keeping my personal life tucked away in a little box.
The only person I really held on to was her. Until tonight.
I feel a rush of hot air as the train screeches noisily to a stop in front of me. Numbly, I stumble inside and slide onto one of the blue-carpeted seats. I rest my arms on my knees and squeeze my eyes shut as I rub my face, the words circling around and around in my head, the truth in them catching me off guard.
She was right. She saw me better than I saw myself.
She said “I love you” and Istoppedmyself from saying it back to her. She asked me to sayonething about how much she meant to me, and I couldn’t.
I couldn’t just tell her how Saturday mornings with her are the highlight of my week. How her lyrics speak to me like no other song has before, and watching her perform makes me feel… light, how for just those few moments, nothing is weighing down on me. I couldn’t tell her how grateful I’ve been these past few months having someone to support me through all the shit with my mom.
I’m not sure I’d be able to get on the bus tomorrow morning if it weren’t for her help.
But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I messed it all up because she asked for the moon, and I couldn’t give it to her yet.
She’s the first person I don’t want to say goodbye to, and here I am running away.
What iswrongwith me?
I swallow hard on a lump forming in my throat and rest my head up against the window, watching Philadelphia whiz by on the other side of the glass, knowing I need to make a change.
I’m not sure how I’m going to fix this, but I’ve got all the way to Pittsburgh to figure it out.
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- ASIN : B09841ZSNQ
- Publisher : Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers (April 5, 2022)
- Publication date : April 5, 2022
- Language : English
- File size : 9157 KB
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- Print length : 381 pages
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Rachael Lippincott is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Five Feet Apart. She holds a BA in English writing from the University of Pittsburgh. Originally from Bucks County, Pennsylvania, she currently resides in Pittsburgh with her wife and their dog, Hank.
Alyson Derrick was born and raised in Greenville, Pennsylvania, a town where burn barrels take the place of recycling bins. After making her great escape to Pittsburgh, where she earned her bachelor’s in English writing, Alyson started her own food truck, but soon realized she much prefers telling stories over slinging cheesesteaks. Alyson currently resides in Pennsylvania with her wife and their dog, Hank.
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Customers find the storyline cute, feel good, and fun. They also say the characters are engrossing and manage to make the reading journey enjoyable. Customers also mention the book has the right amount of fluff and angst.
"...I found it relatable, fulfilling, heartbreaking,heartwarming,and most of all, heartfelt. I’m no literary critic, but I give it five stars.... "Read more
"...SHE GETS THE GIRL by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick is asmart romantic comedywith two characters who are richly written.... "Read more
"...Funny,cute, cozy, heartwarming, and just wonderful! This will probably be my favorite read of 2024 and it’s only February 💕... "Read more
"...She is a bit of a player and offers to help Molly get the girl.A wonderful storywhere they both may get the girl. "Read more
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Customers find the characters engrossing, relatable, and well written. They also say the hard stuff feels real.
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"...though it becomes quite clear how the book will end, thecharacters are so engrossing,they manage to make the reading journey enjoyable.... "Read more
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"What a sweet way to portray feelings, thesecharacters are so well explained,their inner turmoils and fears, so true and real.... "Read more
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Customers find the writing style well-written, funny, and perfect for a quick read. They appreciate that the authors circumvented some cliches and avoided the expected big twists.
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Is it too soon to call this a classic? It FEELS like a classic to me. Maybe it’s just how it dominated my FYP and Instagram feed forever before I finally got a chance to read it, but I stand by it being a classic.I loved Alex and Molly. I loved their slow, clueless little love story. And as someone hopelessly in love with a woman who spent a decade living in Pittsburgh but having never been there myself, I loved getting to experience little pieces of city and the Pitt campus. Thanks for writing your charming city into your beautiful story, Rachael & Alyson!
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Reviewed in the United States on May 2, 2022
It's worth celebrating the rise of the rom-com novels in LGBTQIAP+ YA novels and the shift away from stories solely focused on trauma; this shows room for a wider variety stories of teens. SHE GETS THE GIRL by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick is a smart romantic comedy with two characters who are richly written. Both Alex and Molly have flaws and room to grow--and their progress is not simple or easy. They both make mistakes, sliding into old behaviors more than once. I especially appreciated the depiction of class through Alex's story. Alex has regarded college as her escape from her alcoholic mother--and ending up like her mother--but now that she's starting her first year, what now? She's still struggling to pay her way while covering expenses for her mother and life isn't easy for Alex. One standout scene is when Alex's friends tell her she shouldn't pursue pre-med, that she should "do what she loves," but this feels impossible to Alex. She needs to make money with her degree; "doing what she loves" is not affordable to her.
Even though it becomes quite clear how the book will end, the characters are so engrossing, they manage to make the reading journey enjoyable. I also appreciated that the authors circumvented some cliches and avoided the expected "big moments" of most rom-coms.
Even though it becomes quite clear how the book will end, the characters are so engrossing, they manage to make the reading journey enjoyable. I also appreciated that the authors circumvented some cliches and avoided the expected "big moments" of most rom-coms.
Reviewed in the United States on February 17, 2024
I’m absolutely in love with this book!!! The descriptions and writing style are hands down one of the best I’ve read to date. There’s plenty of descriptions without being too overdone. The characters are so well written and relatable! As the book goes on you can feel as if you know these characters as real people. Funny, cute, cozy, heartwarming, and just wonderful! This will probably be my favorite read of 2024 and it’s only February 💕
Reviewed in the United States on March 2, 2024
Molly is off to college to chase her dream of being in a relationship with Cora, her high school crush. Alex is seeking a path to a career and security. She is a bit of a player and offers to help Molly get the girl. A wonderful story where they both may get the girl.
Reviewed in the United States on January 19, 2024
What a sweet way to portray feelings, these characters are so well explained, their inner turmoils and fears, so true and real.
Really enjoyed they way the authors developed the story, I just wanted more at the end...but overall great ending.
Really enjoyed they way the authors developed the story, I just wanted more at the end...but overall great ending.
Reviewed in the United States on December 8, 2023
I love that they both are growing up in such different ways and find an incredibly beautiful friendship. It’s well written and funny, and even though there are real world issues in it, it makes your heart feel light
Reviewed in the United States on February 7, 2024
I stayed up way too late reading this book.
Alex and Molly are polar opposites, except they're not. I described this book as a My Fair Lady type to a friend, and she said she doesn't like it when the Eliza gets with the Higgins, because you should go with the person who gets you slippers instead of the one who makes you get his.
This is a story about thinking you want one thing and actually getting another. It's about feeling more comfortable as yourself and about damage. I liked this book a lot.
Alex and Molly are polar opposites, except they're not. I described this book as a My Fair Lady type to a friend, and she said she doesn't like it when the Eliza gets with the Higgins, because you should go with the person who gets you slippers instead of the one who makes you get his.
This is a story about thinking you want one thing and actually getting another. It's about feeling more comfortable as yourself and about damage. I liked this book a lot.
Reviewed in the United States on January 5, 2024
I really did enjoy this. I think it’s so sweet and cute. I would read it again for a really cute pick-me-up. I would recommend it, but I did find it predictable.
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Khadijah
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Loved it
Reviewed in Canada on March 3, 2024
Arrived fast, and the book came in a bubble mailer and wasn’t damaged. The book itself is really great! It a perfect addition to my bookshelf and I loved reading the story. I’ll be rereading this for sure. Loved it!
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Sou apaixonada nessa história, simplesmente muito boa, se vc ta em duvida se compra ou não eu recomendo que compre, o preço é bom e é uma história incrível, muito boa pra quem quer ler um romance sáfico leve e slow burn que foca bastante do desenvolvimento pessoal dos personagens
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Reviewed in Mexico on July 12, 2023
El libro es bellísimo, cuidaron muchos detalles en la portada y estética del libro. Llegó sin ningún golpe, doblez o rasguño, así que 10/10
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Amazing book loved it
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Romance fraîche et F/f
Reviewed in France on September 27, 2023
J'ai beaucoup aimé ce roman très frais mais qui sait être touchant également, je ne suis pourtant pas romance de base mais celui ci m'a conquis
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