P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before Book 2)

PETER AND I ARE ONLY talking on the phone and at school until one of us gets tagged out. It won’t be me. I’ve been super careful. I drive myself to and from school. I look around before I jump out of my car and run like the wind to our front door. I’ve enlisted Kitty as my scout—she always gets out of the car or the house first and makes sure the coast is clear for me. I’ve already promised her that whatever I wish for if I win, she’ll get a piece of.

But so far I’ve only been playing defense. I haven’t tried to tag out John McClaren yet. It’s not because I’m afraid—not of the game, anyway. I just don’t know what I’m going to say to him. I’m embarrassed. Maybe I wouldn’t even need to say anything; maybe I’m being presumptuous even thinking he might be interested in me.

After lunch, Chris comes flying down the hall and skids to a stop when she sees me and Lucas on the floor at our lockers. Today we’re sharing a grape Popsicle. Chris sinks down to the floor. “I’m out,” she says.

I gasp. “Who got you?”

“John freaking McClaren!” She snatches the Popsicle out of Lucas’s hands and finishes it in a gulp.

“Rude,” Lucas says.

“Tell us everything,” I urge.

“John tailed me on the way to school this morning. I stopped to get gas and he jumped out of the car as soon as my back was turned. I didn’t even know he was following me!”

“Wait, how did he know you were going to stop for gas?” Lucas asks. He knows all about the game, which will hopefully come in handy if it comes down to Genevieve and me, seeing as how he lives in her neighborhood.

“He siphoned gas out of my tank!”

“Whoa,” I breathe. It warms my heart that John is taking it so seriously. I’d worried people wouldn’t, but it seems like they are. I wonder what John’s wish is? It must be something good to go to all this trouble.

“That’s legit,” Lucas says with a nod.

“I almost can’t be mad because it’s so hard-core.” She blows her hair out of her face. “I’m just so pissed I can’t make Gen give me our grandma’s car.”

Lucas’s eyes bulge. “That’s what you were going to wish for? A car?”

“That car holds a lot of sentimental value for me,” Chris says. “Our grandma used to take me to the beauty parlor with her in it on Sunday afternoons. By all rights it should be mine. Gen’s poisoned Granny’s mind against me!”

“What kind of car is it?” Lucas asks.

“It’s an old Jaguar.”

“What color?” he wants to know.

“Black.”

If I didn’t know Chris better, I would think that was a tear forming in her eye. I put my arm around her. “Want me to buy you another Popsicle?”

Chris shakes her head. “I’ve got to wear a crop top tonight. I can’t have a gut.”

“So if you’re out, who does John have now?” Lucas asks.

“Kavinsky,” Chris says. “I haven’t been able to get him because he’s always with fucking Gen, and I thought for sure Gen had me.” She glances at me. “Sorry, LJ.”

Lucas and Chris are looking at me with pity eyes.

If Chris had Peter, and John took her out, that means John has Peter now. Which means either Peter or Genevieve has me. And since I have John, that means one of them has the other—which means they must be in an alliance. That means they’ve confided in each other, told each other who they have.

Swallowing, I say, “I knew from the start they were still friends. And, she’s going through a hard time, you know?”

“What’s she going through?” Chris asks, one eyebrow way high up.

“Peter said family stuff.” She looks blank. “So you haven’t heard anything?”

“I mean, she was acting kind of weird at Aunt Wendy’s birthday dinner last week. Like, more of a bitch than usual. She barely said a word all night to anybody.” She shrugs. “So something probably is up, but I don’t know what.” Chris blows her hair out of her face. “Damn it. I can’t believe I’m not getting that car.”

“I’ll take John McClaren out for you,” I vow. “Your death will not be in vain.”

She gives me side-eye. “If you’d have gotten him out sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“He lives half an hour away! I don’t even know how to get to his house.”

“Whatever, I still partially blame you.” The bell rings and Chris stands up. “Later, chicas.” She heads off down the hall, in the opposite direction of her next class.

“She just called me chica,” Lucas says, frowning at me. “Did you tell her I’m gay?”

“No!”

“Okay, because I told you that in confidence. Remember?”

“Lucas, of course I remember!” Now I’m nervous—did I ever say anything to Chris? I’m almost one hundred percent sure not, but he has me doubting myself all of a sudden.

“Fine,” he says with a sigh. “It’s whatever.” He rises to his feet and offers his hand to help me up. He is ever the gentleman.