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As You Walk On By - Hardcover

Winters, Julian

 
9780593206508: As You Walk On By
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0593206509 ISBN 13: 9780593206508
Verlag: Viking Books for Young Readers, 2023

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The Breakfast Club meets Can't Hardly Wait with an unforgettable ensemble cast in another swoony YA contemporary from award-winning author Julian Winters!

Seventeen-year-old Theo Wright has it all figured out. His plan (well, more like his dad’s plan) is a foolproof strategy that involves exceling at his magnet school, getting scouted by college recruiters, and going to Duke on athletic scholarship. But for now, all Theo wants is a perfect prom night. After his best friend Jay dares Theo to prompose to his crush at Chloe Campbell’s party, Theo’s ready to throw caution to the wind and take his chances.
 
But when the promposal goes epically wrong, Theo seeks refuge in an empty bedroom while the party rages on downstairs. Having an existential crisis about who he really is with and without his so-called best friend wasn’t on tonight’s agenda. Though, as the night goes on, Theo finds he’s not as alone as he thinks when, one by one, new classmates join him to avoid who they’re supposed be outside the bedroom door. Among them, a familiar acquaintance, a quiet outsider, an old friend, and a new flame . . .

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Julian Winters is a bestselling and award-winning author of contemporary young adult fiction. His novels Running with Lions, How to Be Remy Cameron, and The Summer of Everything (Duet, 2018, 2019, 2020, respectively) received accolades for their positive depictions of diverse, relatable characters. A former management trainer, Julian currently lives outside of Atlanta, where he can be found reading, being a self-proclaimed comic book geek, or watching the only two sports he can follow--volleyball and soccer.

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1
The Rules of a Dare
Rule number one to accepting any dare: never agree to something you’re not 99.5 percent positive you can complete.
It’s the easiest rule to honor.
Never ask a random peer an invasive question if they look like they’ve had a bad day and could potentially murder you on the spot. Don’t agree to eat a ghost pepper if you have a low tolerance for spicy foods. Absolutely no streaking in a neighbor’s yard if you can’t outrun their usually playful but extremely protective Akita.
On second thought, no streaking. Period.
I know all this by heart. I also know the second Jay Scott opens his mouth to say, “Theoooooo, you’re up!” at the beginning of lunch, I’m doomed. As if this never-­ending week of studying and exhausting track practices weren’t enough.
Now it’s a Dare Day too.
Since freshman year, Friday dares have been a staple for meand my two besties, Jay and Darren. Back then, we were awkward, hormonal nobodies. The self-­appointed TNT—­The Nameless Trio. As juniors, we’re a tight, debatably corny crew who’ve become the heart and soul of the boys’ varsity track-­and-­field team. But the dares were the gateway to breaking out of our shells here at Brook-­Oak.
Jay started it all. On an arbitrary Friday in November, he crowed, “Someone dare me to do something!” It’s as if he knew we were all tired of trying and failing to find our footing in a new environment. Out of the three of us, he’s always been the most outgoing. Ready to jump into a fire without looking.
So I did.
“I dare you to run around the quad three times, as fast as you can . . . shirtless.”
Not my most creative effort. What can I say? I’m not my best when put on the spot. He did it anyway because, of course. It’s Jay.
A month later, he dared Darren to eat three packets of sriracha with no water. Then Darren dared me to propose to Brianna Matthews using only Taylor Swift lyrics. Once a month, on a Friday during lunch, Dare Day rolls around. It’s an established tradition. And no matter how much we’ve grown out of it, none of us have the heart to disrupt the status quo. Least of all me.
There are some unspoken rules to this: Nothing illegal. Nothing that’ll causetoo much bodily harm. Only things that’ll earn us weird looks or gauche laughs. Oh, and the occasional after-­school detention after jumping on one of the quad’s tables to sing Mariah Carey’s classic “Always Be My Baby” for all to witness.
Not bragging, but I nailed that performance. Even added a little falsetto at the end to noisy applause.
That’s another bonus: the attention from other students. I can genuinely say I’ve made several acquaintances—­authentic friends too—­from the stunts Jay or Darren have challenged me to do.
The dares solidified our group. We find ways to get in trouble together so no one takes the fall alone. All for one, one for all or whatever. Like last month when Darren had to reenact a scene fromMagic Mike . . . shirtless.
(Seminudity is a recurring theme.)
Anyway, Jay and I stood shoulder to shoulder with him as we all got scolded by Vice Principal Clarke for disrupting the lunch period.
But none of our history prepares me for Jay’s challenge.
“I dare you to ask Christian Harris to prom.”
“Oh. Shit.”
In my periphery, Darren’s thick eyebrows shoot up his forehead.
We’re outside. Early April in Louisville means the weather hasn’t turned violently hot yet, but my face is on fire. My breath catches uncomfortably in my throat.
It’s not an unreasonable dare. Public humiliation is very on brand for us.
It’s just that . . . 
Okay, I swear I’m not a serial crusher.Anymore. But briefly, I was a seasonal crusher. Fall of freshmen year, I was all about Jonah and his football-­camp calves. Post-­winter-­break, it was nothing but Danesh and his sweater obsession.
Then came sophomore year and Christian Harris.
Brook-­Oak is a magnet school. Christian’s enrolled in the Young Performers of Tomorrow program. I’m in the High School University program. But all general academic classes are taken in the main building. That year, I randomly selected the desk behind his in language arts.
Fine, it wasn’t coincidental.
Christian was one of the rare out kids in our grade. I was too. It’s not always the wisest thing to crush on thefirst queer person around your age you meet, but I couldn’t help it. My strategic desk choices resulted in us being partners on a mock trial project. I still daydream about his radiant expression whenever I misquoted a passage or asked for his help.
Even now, my eyes are drawn right to him.
The body count in the quad is scarce today. It’s the Friday before spring break. Most students are either holed up in our school’s glass-­enclosed cafeteria or the library, studying for last-­minute quizzes.
Christian’s surrounded by his usual cartel of band geeks, talking animatedly with his hands. There’s this old song—­“Brown Skin” by India.Arie—­that my pops loves. It reminds me of Christian. Warm sepia complexion. Baby-­faced with a wide smile, crinkled eyes when he laughs. It’s not just the thirst talking either. He’s genuinely friendly to everyone.
A true prom prince in the making.
“Well?”
Across from me, Jay patiently sips on a glacier cherry Gatorade, smirking. He’s got a severe case of Confident White Boy Syndrome. Blond topknot, gray-­blue eyes, mostly clear skin.
I chew the inside of my cheek.
Why did I ever mention my crush on Christian?
On my left, Darren says, “Give him time to think, bro.” He stuffs a handful of spicy cheese puffs in his mouth. Luckily, Coach Devers isn’t on lunch duty today. She’d annihilate him for breaking diet.
I’m not one to talk since I smashed an entire cup of soft pretzel bites ten minutes ago.
Darren chases his food with his own Gatorade. Jay always brings a six-­pack from home for us on Fridays.
“What’re your terms?” he asks Jay. “What’s the reward?”
Another implicit stipulation of the dares—­incentives. Little rewards. Since Darren and I aren’t typically as . . .bold as Jay, he’s found ways to encourage us to play along. Free iced coffees for a week. An extra pizza pie after a track meet. New cleats spikes.
“Glad you asked.” Jay unlocks his phone before scooting it across the stone table. The open tab is our school’s prom page.
This year’s theme: When You Wish Upon a Fairy Tale.
Cheesy? Yes. Is every junior and senior making a big deal about it? Hell yeah.
“If you pull it off, I’ll front your whole prom experience, Theo. Tickets. Car service. Dinner. Suit and shoes. All of it.” Jay reaches over to brush nonexistent lint off my shoulder. “Can’t have my boy looking weak when he scores a date with his dream partner.”
I roll my eyes.
First off, Jay’s family has that old money wealth. As in Scott Boulevard is named after his great-­great-­grandfather’s contributions to the city. They could afford our squad’s prom package, plus a fresh SUV just for Jay’s shoes to arrive in. I’m not hating—­his mom and my pops go way back to their days at this very high school. It’s just facts.
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Verlag
Viking Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593206509
ISBN 13 
9780593206508
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Anzahl der Seiten
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