The #1 New York Times bestselling author of Dear Martin delivers a gripping romance about two teens: a certified genius living with a diagnosed mental illness and a politician's son who is running from his own addiction and grief. Don't miss this gut punch of a novel about mental illness, loss, and discovering you are worthy of love.
Scars exist to remind us of what we’ve survived.
Since Shelbi enrolled at Windward Academy as a senior and won’t be there very long, she hasn’t bothered making friends. What her classmates don’t know about her can’t be used to hurt her—you know, like it did at her last school.
Andy Criddle is not okay. At all.
He’s had far too much to drink.
Again. Which is bad.
And things are about to get worse.
When Shelbi sees Andy at his lowest, she can relate. So she doesn’t resist reaching out. And there’s no doubt their connection has them both seeing stars . . . but the closer they get, the more the past threatens to pull their universes apart.
#1 New York Times bestselling author Nic Stone delivers a tour de force about living with grief, prioritizing mental health, and finding love amid the chaos.
An Excerpt fromChaos Theory
It’s been almost a year, but I still think about you every day and wish I could go back and do things diffenestg.
That’s super sweet, but I think you have the wrong number.
Oh. Is this 6785552535?
Nope. Look again. You’re off a digit.
Oh man . . .
Well maybe its a sign . . .
DO uyou believe in signs, wrong number person?
I’m gonna go now. Sorry I’m not who you thought I was.
Wait, don’t go!
Please*. Sorry. Bub=mble thumbs,
Anyway, I know you don’t know me, but maybe it’s better like this.
Umm . . . what’s better like what?
I mean, texting you was an accident, right?
but like . . .
Maybe your who I was SUPPOSED to text? Because you don’t know me
And I clearkly need somebOdy to talk to.
Maybe the anonymousness is a presngt or something.
Present* Like a gift.
Shit. Sorry. I’ve have too mich tp drink Shoula left my phone in my pocket.
The noun form of anonymous is anonymity.
Yeah I think/ I mayhbe knew that
I get good grased in enhlish classes.
Which Im;m clearly struggling to typa.
Uhhh . . . I’m not really sure what to say?
Never been an anonymous emotional support person before. But you are certainly in need of one.
HA! Well win u put it like that . . .
I hope that wasn’t offensive.
Nah, it’s ffine.
It’s not like you’re wrong. That’s baskiallhy what I asked for. Anaonymous emotional support person
Without ACTUALLY asking, by the way.
Just thought I’d point that out.
Who were you TRYING to reach by the way? If you don’t mind my asking . . .
My uhh . . . ex.
And I take it things didn’t end well?
**takes another swim**
First piece of anonymous, unsolicited advice:
Maybe don’t have any more to drink?
Touché anonymousness ananyomity friend
Are you at home by chance?
Nope. Friend’s house. Ragering party Snort.
Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone type out the word “snort” before.
U know what they say: First time for everything.
Thouagh Im never sure who “they” actually are.
Will you do me a favor?
I mean, you’re still talking to me
WOud ceetainly say I owe you one.
Don’t drive home.
Yeah, I’m here.
Alright. I wonty.
Where’d you go?
Just fin/isned my drink.
Time for another 1.
[anonymous unsoliciyed advice DENIED!]
Do you promise you won’t drive though?
I prom,ose I won’y dribe,
Promise* I won’t*
Glad to hear it.
I’m gonna go now.
Thanks for talking to me.