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Chapter One Bronwyn Monday, September , pm A sex tape A pregnancy scare Two cheating scandals And thats just this weeks update If all you knew of Bayview High was Simon Kellehers gossip app, youd wonder how anyone found time to go to class Old news, Bronwyn, says a voice over my shoulder Wait till you see tomorrows post Damn I hate getting caught reading About That, especially by its creator I lower my phone and slam my locker shut Whose lives are you ruining next, Simon Simon falls into step beside me as I move against the flow of students heading for the exit Its a public service, he says with a dismissive wave You tutor Reggie Crawley, dont you Wouldnt you rather know he has a camera in his bedroom I dont bother answering Me getting anywhere near the bedroom of perpetual stoner Reggie Crawley is about as likely as Simon growing a conscience Anyway, they bring it on themselves If people didnt lie and cheat, Id be out of business Simons cold blue eyes take in my lengthening strides Where are you rushing off to Covering yourself in extracurricular glory I wish As if to taunt me, an alert crosses my phone Mathlete practice,pm Epoch Coffee Followed by a text from one of my teammates Evans here Of course he is The cute Mathlete less of an oxymoron than you might think seems to only ever show up when I cant Not exactly, I say As a general rule, and especially lately, I try to give Simon as little information as possible We push through green metal doors to the back stairwell, a dividing line between the dinginess of the original Bayview High and its bright, airy new wing Every yearwealthy families get priced out of San Diego and come fifteen miles east to Bayview, expecting that their tax dollars will buy them a nicer school experience than popcorn ceilings and scarred linoleum Simons still on my heels when I reach Mr Averys lab on the third floor, and I half turn with my arms crossed Dont you have someplace to be Yeah Detention, Simon says, and waits for me to keep walking When I grasp the knob instead, he bursts out laughing Youre kidding me You too Whats your crime Im wrongfully accused, I mutter, and yank the door open Three other students are already seated, and I pause to take them in Not the group I would have predicted Except one Nate Macauley tips his chair back and smirks at me You make a wrong turn This is detention, not student council He should know Nates been in trouble since fifth grade, which is right around the time we last spoke The gossip mill tells me hes on probation with Bayviews finest for something It might be a DUI it might be drug dealing Hes a notorious supplier, but my knowledge is purely theoretical Save the commentary Mr Avery checks something off on a clipboard and closes the door behind Simon High arched windows lining the back wall send triangles of afternoon sun splashing across the floor, and faint sounds of football practice float from the field behind the parking lot below I take a seat as Cooper Clay, whos palming a crumpled piece of paper like a baseball, whispers Heads up, Addy and tosses it toward the girl across from him Addy Prentiss blinks, smiles uncertainly, and lets the ball drop to the floor The classroom clock inches toward three, and I follow its progress with a helpless feeling of injustice I shouldnt even be here I should be at Epoch Coffee, flirting awkwardly with Evan Neiman over differential equations Mr Avery is a give detention first, ask questions never kind of guy, but maybe theres still time to change his mind I clear my throat and start to raise my hand until I notice Nates smirk broadening Mr Avery, that wasnt my phone you found I dont know how it got into my bag This is mine, I say, brandishing my iPhone in its melon striped case Honestly, youd have to be clueless to bring a phone to Mr Averys lab He has a strict no phone policy and spends the first ten minutes of every class rooting through backpacks like hes head of airline security and were all on the watch list My phone was in my locker, like always You too Addy turns to me so quickly, her blond shampoo ad hair swirls around her shoulders She must have been surgically removed from her boyfriend in order to show up alone That wasnt my phone either Me three, Cooper chimes in His Southern accent makes it sound like thray He and Addy exchange surprised looks, and I wonder how this is news to them when theyre part of the same clique Maybe berpopular people have better things to talk about than unfair detentions Somebody punked us Simon leans forward with his elbows on the desk, looking spring loaded and ready to pounce on fresh gossip His gaze darts over all four of us, clustered in the middle of the otherwise empty classroom, before settling on Nate Why would anybody want to trap a bunch of students with mostly spotless records in detention Seems like the sort of thing that, oh, I dont know, a guy whos here all the time might do for fun I look at Nate, but cant picture it Rigging detention sounds like work, and everything about Nate from his messy dark hair to his ratty leather jacket screams Cant be bothered Or yawns it, maybe He meets my eyes but doesnt say a word, just tips his chair back even farther Another millimeter and hell fall right over Cooper sits up straighter, a frown crossing his Captain America face Hang on I thought this was just a mix up, but if the same thing happened to all of us, its somebodys stupid idea of a prank And Im missing baseball practice because of it He says it like hes a heart surgeon being detained from a lifesaving operation Mr Avery rolls his eyes Save the conspiracy theories for another teacher Im not buying it You all know the rules against bringing phones to class, and you broke them He gives Simon an especially sour glance Teachers know About That exists, but theres not much they can do to stop it Simon only uses initials to identify people and never talks openly about school Now listen up Youre here until four I want each of you to write a five hundred word essay on how technology is ruining American high schools Anyone who cant follow the rules gets another detention tomorrow What do we write with Addy asks There arent any computers here Most classrooms have Chromebooks, but Mr Avery, who looks like he should have retired a decade ago, is a holdout Mr Avery crosses to Addys desk and taps the corner of a lined yellow notepad We all have one Explore the magic of longhand writing Its a lost art Addys pretty, heart shaped face is a mask of confusion But how do we know when weve reached five hundred words Count, Mr Avery replies His eyes drop to the phone Im still holding And hand that over, Miss Rojas Doesnt the fact that youre confiscating my phone twice give you pause Who has two phones I ask Nate grins, so quick I almost miss it Seriously, Mr Avery, somebody was playing a joke on us Mr Averys snowy mustache twitches in annoyance, and he extends his hand with a beckoning motion Phone, Miss Rojas Unless you want a return visit I give it over with a sigh as he looks disapprovingly at the others The phones I took from the rest of you earlier are in my desk Youll get them back after detention Addy and Cooper exchange amused glances, probably because their actual phones are safe in their backpacks Mr Avery tosses my phone into a drawer and sits behind the teachers desk, opening a book as he prepares to ignore us for the next hour I pull out a pen, tap it against my yellow notepad, and contemplate the assignment Does Mr Avery really believe technology is ruining schools Thats a pretty sweeping statement to make over a few contraband phones Maybe its a trap and hes looking for us to contradict him instead of agree I glance at Nate, whos bent over his notepad writing computers suck over and over in block letters Its possible Im overthinking this Cooper Monday, September , pm My hand hurts within minutes Its pathetic, I guess, but I cant remember the last time I wrote anything longhand Plus Im using my right hand, which never feels natural no matter how many years Ive done it My father insisted I learn to write right handed in second grade after he first saw me pitch Your left arms gold, he told me Dont waste it on crap that dont matter Which is anything but pitching as far as hes concerned That was when he started calling me Cooperstown, like the baseball hall of fame Nothing like putting a little pressure on an eight year old Simon reaches for his backpack and roots around, unzipping every section He hoists it onto his lap and peers inside Where the hells my water bottle No talking, Mr Kelleher, Mr Avery says without looking up I know, but my water bottles missing And Im thirsty Mr Avery points toward the sink at the back of the room, its counter crowded with beakers and petri dishes Get yourself a drink Quietly Simon gets up and grabs a cup from a stack on the counter, filling it with water from the tap He heads back to his seat and puts the cup on his desk, but seems distracted by Nates methodical writing Dude, he says, kicking his sneaker against the leg of Nates desk Seriously Did you put those phones in our backpacks to mess with us Now Mr Avery looks up, frowning I said quietly, Mr Kelleher Nate leans back and crosses his arms Why would I do that Simon shrugs Why do you do anything So youll have company for whatever your screw up of the day was Oneword out of either of you and its detention tomorrow, Mr Avery warns Simon opens his mouth anyway, but before he can speak theres the sound of tires squealing and then the crash of two cars hitting each other Addy gasps and I brace myself against my desk like somebody just rear ended me Nate, who looks glad for the interruption, is the first on his feet toward the window Who gets into a fender bender in the school parking lot he asks Bronwyn looks at Mr Avery like shes asking for permission, and when he gets up from his desk she heads for the window as well Addy follows her, and I finally unfold myself from my seat Might as well see whats going on I lean against the ledge to look outside, and Simon comes up beside me with a disparaging laugh as he surveys the scene below Two cars, an old red one and a nondescript gray one, are smashed into each other at a right angle We all stare at them in silence until Mr Avery lets out an exasperated sigh Id better make sure no one was hurt He runs his eyes over all of us and zeroes in on Bronwyn as the most responsible of the bunch Miss Rojas, keep this room contained until I get back Okay, Bronwyn says, casting a nervous glance toward Nate We stay at the window, watching the scene below, but before Mr Avery or another teacher appears outside, both cars start their engines and drive out of the parking lot Well, that was anticlimactic, Simon says He heads back to his desk and picks up his cup, but instead of sitting he wanders to the front of the room and scans the periodic table of elements poster He leans out into the hallway like hes about to leave, but then he turns and raises his cup like hes toasting us Anyone else want some water I do, Addy says, slipping into her chair Get it yourself, princess Simon smirks Addy rolls her eyes and stays put while Simon leans against Mr Averys desk Literally, huh Whatll you do with yourself now that homecomings over Big gap between now and senior prom Addy looks at me without answering I dont blame her Simons train of thought almost never goes anywhere good when it comes to our friends He acts like hes above caring whether hes popular, but he was pretty smug when he wound up on the junior prom court last spring Im still not sure how he pulled that off, unless he traded keeping secrets for votes Simon was nowhere to be found on homecoming court last week, though I was voted king, so maybe Im next on his list to harass, or whatever the hell hes doing Whats your point, Simon I ask, taking a seat next to Addy Addy and I arent close, exactly, but I kind of feel protective of her Shes been dating my best friend since freshman year, and shes a sweet girl Also not the kind of person who knows how to stand up to a guy like Simon who just wont quit Shes a princess and youre a jock, he says He thrusts his chin toward Bronwyn, then at Nate And youre a brain And youre a criminal Youre all walking teen movie stereotypes What about you Bronwyn asks Shes been hovering near the window, but now goes to her desk and perches on top of it She crosses her legs and pulls her dark ponytail over one shoulder Something about her is cuter this year New glasses, maybe Longer hair All of a sudden, shes kind of working this sexy nerd thing Im the omniscient narrator, Simon says Bronwyns brows rise above her black frames Theres no such thing in teen movies Ah, but Bronwyn Simon winks and chugs his water in one long gulp There is such a thing in life He says it like a threat, and I wonder if hes got something on Bronwyn for that stupid app of his I hate that thing Almost all my friends have been on it at one point or another, and sometimes it causes real problems My buddy Luis and his girlfriend broke up because of something Simon wrote Though it was a true story about Luis hooking up with his girlfriends cousin But still That stuff doesnt have to be published Hallway gossip is bad enough And if Im being honest, Im pretty freaked at what Simon could write about me if he put his mind to it Simon holds his cup up, grimacing This tastes like crap He drops the cup, and I roll my eyes at his attempt at drama Even when he falls to the floor, I still think hes messing around But then the wheezing startsA New York Times BestsellerAn EW Best YA Book of the Year Selection A Buzzfeed Best YA Book of the Year SelectionA New York Public Library s Best Book for Teens Selection A Popcrush Best Young Adult Book of the Year SelectionA CBC Teen Choice Book Award NomineeA Bustle Best Young Adult Book of May A Goodreads Best Young Adult Book of the Year NomineeA YALSA Top Ten Best Fiction Book NomineeA YALSA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers Pretty Little Liars meetsThe Breakfast Club make room for One of Us Is Lying in your bags, because this is one carry on you wont want to put down EWYoull tear through this juicy, super fun if murder can ever be fun thriller Bustle A whodunit with a Breakfast Club twistfollowing four unique voices on a chase to find the killer, this one will keep you guessing until the very, very end Popcrush Twisty plotting, breakneck pacing andintriguing characterisation add upto an exciting, single sitting thrillerish treat The Guardian This is no ordinary whodunitsurprising and relevant USA Today Readers will have a hard time putting this clever page turner down BookPageAn addictive, devour in one sitting thriller with so many twists and turns you ll be wondering until the very end Who really killed Simon Kara Thomas, author of The Darkest Corners andLittle Monsters As McManus s intense mystery unfoldseach character becomescomplex and nuanced, adding richness and depth to the suspense VOYA, Starred Review This fast paced blend of Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, and classic John Hughes will leave readers racing to the finish as the try to unravel the mystery on their ownKirkus Reviews One of Us Is Lying is flat out addictive McManus weaves an authentic, suspenseful mystery that readers can imagine taking place at their very own high schoolRT Book Reviews A smart, twisted, and unpredictable YA mystery that will have readers guessing until the very end SLJAn engaging, enticing look at the pressures of high school and the things that cause a person to lose control Booklist


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