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I clicked the link.

Nobody wanted to hear she was starving. | I guess when I fuck up, I tend to go epic. | Night peanut. | When I think of the bakery, I think of all of it together. | After that, I rarely wanted to be anywhere else. | No tooth gap in sight. | I keep my stuffies in a hammock. | I could only have this one thing, if I worked hard enough. Nothing else. | I never knew there could be so much ecstasy in fear. | I have class. |


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DEEPER

 

 

A Novel

 

Robin York

 

 


 

Deeper is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

A Bantam Books Trade Paperback Original

 

Copyright © 2014 by Ruth Homrighaus

 

Excerpt from Harder by Robin York copyright © 2014 by Ruth Homrighaus

 

All rights reserved.

 

Published in the United States by Bantam Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York.

 

BANTAM BOOKS and the HOUSE colophon are registered trademarks of Random House LLC.

 

This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Harder by Robin York. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.

 

ISBN 978-0-8041-7701-6

 

eBook ISBN 978-0-8041-7702-3

 

www.bantamdell.com

 

Book design by Mary A. Wirth

 

 


Contents

 

Copyright Page

 

BEFORE

SEPTEMBER: Caroline

OCTOBER: West

NOVEMBER: Caroline

THANKSGIVING BREAK: West

DECEMBER: Caroline

WINTER BREAK: West

JANUARY: Caroline

FEBRUARY: West

MARCH: Caroline

SPRING BREAK: West

APRIL: Caroline

AFTER

Note from the Author

 

Acknowledgments

 

Excerpt from Harder

 

About the Author

 

 


BEFORE

 

Sometimes I hate the girl I was back then. It’s like how, when you see a horror movie, you can’t help but feel contempt for the virgin who goes for a walk in the woods after midnight. How can she be so stupid? Doesn’t she know she’s about to get gruesomely hacked to death?

 

She should know. That’s why it’s so hard to watch. Because you want her to know. You want her to defend herself, and you look down on her for not knowing, even though obviously it’s the guy who hacks her up who’s at fault.

 

The thing is, the movie makes him seem like a force of nature—unstoppable—so the virgin comes off as a total dumb-ass for not checking the forecast to see if it calls for serial murder before she skips off into the night.

 

These days, if someone sent me a text that said nothing but OMG, I wouldn’t wonder if whatever I was about to find out was going to be bad. I’d only wonder how bad and how long it was going to take me to crawl out of whatever pit I was about to fall in. But in August of my sophomore year at Putnam College, I didn’t worry. I thought maybe Bridget, my best friend and roommate, had gotten distracted before she could finish her train of thought.

 

I towel-dried my hair and stood up to lob the damp towel into my laundry basket in the closet. Missed. By the time I’d picked it up and put it where it belonged, another message had popped up on my phone, this time with a link.

 

You need to see this, it said.

 

And then, immediately after, I’m so sorry.

 

I clicked the link.

 

I think part of me knew even then. Because the thing about being a good girl is, you spend your whole life developing a finely honed radar for detecting anything that could potentially cause people to love you less.

 

Girls like me—or, I guess, girls like the one I was last August—we eat approval. We live for it. So when we do something dumb—or, say, when we do something really monumentally idiotic—we know.

 

The screen filled up with a picture of me, topless, with Nate’s dick in my mouth.

 


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