Lynn Weingarten

Bad Girls with Perfect Faces


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      First published in Great Britain in 2017

      by Electric Monkey, an imprint of Egmont UK Limited

      The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      First published in the USA in 2017 by Simon Pulse,

      an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing Division

      Text copyright © 2017 by Lynn Weingarten

      The moral rights of the author have been asserted

      First e-book edition 2017

      ISBN 978 1 4052 7158 5

      Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1494 5

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

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       PART 2

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       1 YEAR LATER

       ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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      We were holding hands, palm against palm. I could feel his heart beating, his blood against my blood.

      When I looked up, his smile was wide and real. “Ready?” he said.

      I faked a smile back. I had gotten so good at faking things.

      I thought: You brought this on yourself, Sasha. You will never get to stop pretending.

      I thought: Protect those you love, no matter what the cost.

      He squeezed my hand. This is exactly what I always wanted. And nothing I ever wanted at all. And there is just no taking anything back.

      “Let’s go,” I said.

      “Road trip!” he said.

      He couldn’t begin to imagine what this actually was. He had no idea what I’d done. What any of us had.

      I turned the key. The engine started. We went.

       3 WEEKS, 1 DAY EARLIER

      On the eve of Xavier’s seventeenth birthday, I decided I was finally going to tell him the truth.

      We were in his bathroom with