Shut Out, Kody Keplinger [book recommendations for young adults txt] 📗

God,” Ellen said slowly. “Is that…?”

“ ’NSync,” Susan said, nodding. “I haven’t heard this song since elementary school.”

The thing was, Finn could not sing. He wasn’t horrible or anything—not like the really, really bad people they showcase on the American Idol audition episodes. But he wasn’t really talented, either. Then again, none of the boys were. They performed as backup singers while Finn strummed his guitar—something he was talented at.


Cash’s eyes locked suddenly with mine as the second verse ended, and my heart thrummed in my chest. I knew this was about Mary and Finn—or, more likely, about the boys sabotaging us. But for a second, I wished he was singing to me. That he was telling me he wanted to be with me. That not being with me was killing him.

And he was killing me.

I looked away and nudged Chloe, who was crouching next to me. “Dear God,” I said. “They’re like sirens. We’ve got to close the window and stop listening.”

“Lissa, look at her.” She reached out her hands and forced me to turn and face Mary.

She was standing up, peering out the window with this look on her face like she might swoon. Her eyes were wide, and for a second I worried she was about to burst into tears. She slowly lifted a hand and placed it over her chest, her gaze fixed out the window. It was like a scene out of a Nicholas Sparks book.

“She hasn’t kissed him in over a month,” Chloe whispered in my ear. “She won’t even be alone with him. Shane says Finn’s afraid it’s more than the strike. Like she’s lost interest in him.”

I turned my head back to look at her. “You talk to Shane?”

Chloe shrugged. “We’re kind of friends. Like, we’ve hooked up enough that we’re comfortable with each other. We talk.”

I narrowed my eyes at her “Even when you aren’t hooking up?”

Chloe gave me a fierce stare. “Yes, Lissa. Stop being so paranoid. I’ve stuck to the oath, but… but look at her. Mary. And Finn. Look at him, too. You remember how I told you there are some

good guys out there? He’s one of them. I know I’m not an expert on romance, but they are clearly in love, and this is hurting them.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but Susan turned to face me, her palms pressed against the window—her boyfriend, Luther, was one of the boys singing up to us. “Lissa,” she said, “when can this whole strike thing be over? It’s been, like, a month. I thought it would be done by now.”

“Yeah,” a few of the girls echoed. “I thought you said two weeks.”

“Stop,” I said, jumping to my feet—I’d been kneeling by the window. “This is what they want. They want us to give in. But we can’t. We have to stay strong. We have to win.” I pushed Kelsey out of the way and positioned myself in front of the window just as the song ended and the last notes of Finn’s guitar were carried off by the October wind.

“Go home,” I called down to them. “This won’t work—and you’ll wake up the neighbors.”

“Mary!” Finn called, ignoring me.

I felt Mary come up behind me so she could peer over my shoulder out the window.

“I miss you,” he said again. “I—”

Before he could finish, I slammed the window shut.

“Lissa!” Kelsey snapped, annoyed. “Why did you do that?”

“It’s a trap.” I looked right at Mary then. “You know that, right? This is just another attempt by the boys to make us give in. To make us lose. But we can’t. We have to win. You know that, right?”

Mary opened her mouth, paused, then closed it again. Slowly,

she nodded and turned away, her shoulders slumped as she moved toward Ellen’s bed.

Both Kelsey and Chloe were giving me the evil eye.

“What?” I asked. “I’m right. This is just a trick. Another one of their games. The same thing happened in Lysistrata.”

“In… what?” Kelsey asked.

“It’s this Greek play about a group of women who decide to end the war by going on a sex strike,” I explained to the puzzled-looking group. “I’d never read it but, um, someone recommended it to me after the strike started. Anyway, the women take over the Acropolis and the men show up and try to lure them out. Just like this.”

“And what happens?” Susan asked.

“They stay strong,” I told her. “Their leader, Lysistrata, makes them stay inside—just like I’m doing. And they win. We have to win. That’s the point.”

“I thought the point was ending the rivalry,” Kelsey said.

“It was—I mean, it is. It still is. And we will. I was wrong before, when I said we should tease them. We’ll have to stop that, but if we just stay strong, keeping to the oath, they’ll give up.”

I could feel the unsatisfied murmur that rippled around the room, but no one argued with me. Instead, they all just exchanged glances before going back to what they’d been doing before the boys had shown up.

Chloe gave me one last glance—one full of recognizable frustration—before walking across the room and sitting next to Kelsey.

Kelsey? Of all people?


They began to talk in low voices. Like they were friends. Like it was normal for them to speak without screaming at each other. And I knew they were talking about me. It felt like a slap in the face.

But I kept my mouth shut and turned back to the window. I could just make out the boys’ retreating backs as they skirted across Ellen’s backyard and out toward the gravel back roads of Hamilton. The moonlight framed their silhouettes, and for a moment, one paused. I could see him turning his head back, but he was too far off for me to recognize his face as he looked at the house. At the window. At me.

Somehow, I knew it was Cash.


chapter twenty-­nine

The next morning, Ellen volunteered to drive me home. Logan had texted and asked me to be back by noon because he had something to tell Dad and me over lunch, so I accepted Ellen’s offer because, while Chloe would usually give me the lift, I got the vibe that she was still upset with me about last night. Though I wasn’t sure what I’d done to upset her so much.

“So,” Ellen said slowly as we drove away from her house. The other girls had left only a few minutes before us, sneaking out as quietly as possible so as not to wake up Ellen’s mom, who really liked to sleep in on the weekends. “We need to talk about this whole strike thing.”

“What about it?” I asked.

“Lissa, I—Look, it was a good idea. Really, I’m glad we did it because… Well, honestly, I’ve learned a lot. About what people expect of me and what I expect from myself. And because it brought us back together.” She gave me a quick smile before focusing her attention on the road again. “But… I think it’s time to end it.”

“What? Why? We haven’t won yet.”

Ellen sighed and switched on the turn signal. “What are we winning, exactly?” she asked.

“We… The rivalry has to end. That’s the point.”

“Is it?” she asked, her voice very serious but not accusatory. “Think about this, Lissa. Is the rivalry really what the strike is about? Because I don’t know if you noticed, but the boys aren’t fighting anymore. The group at my house last night was made up of football and soccer players. They were working together.”

I didn’t say anything.

Didn’t know what to say.

But I did know what Ellen was thinking. And then she confirmed my suspicions.

“I think this is about Cash,” she said. “I think… Okay, don’t get mad at me for saying this, but I think you’re using this to get back at him for how he hurt you. It didn’t start that way, obviously, but now… Lissa, we all see the way you look at him. All of us. Even Kelsey mentioned it to Chloe and me.”

“Wait, you guys talked about me? Behind my back?”

“Not in a bad way,” Ellen said quickly. “But we’re worried. This strike was a great idea, but it’s going too far. They asked me to talk to you about it. They thought you’d listen to me.”

I stared out the window, refusing to look at Ellen. I was more than pissed. I was hurt. Angry. Betrayed. I thought these girls were on my side. They’d been on my side from the start and now, suddenly, they were against me. Talking about me when I wasn’t around. Trying to think of ways to overthrow me.

Ellen must have guessed what I was thinking because she

quickly added, “We love you, Lissa. It’s not like we’re mad. But think about this, okay? The strike is tearing apart the guys and the girls. It’s becoming its own rivalry. Even you talk about ‘winning’ like it’s just a game to you. But didn’t you start this to end a rivalry? To make peace?”

Yes, I thought, but I didn’t respond. I was pushing down all the hurt and anger, falling back into my safe place, the one where I was Little Miss Ice Queen.

“If we let this keep going, it’ll turn into another long-lasting rivalry, and no one will know where or why it started,” Ellen continued. “I know you don’t want that. I know because I know you.” She took a breath and let it out slowly. “The end of Lysistrata?”

“What?” I asked coldly. “What about it?”

“The end. The women won, but how? Do you remember?”

“Lysistrata talked to the guy representing the men,” I said. “He agreed on their behalf to end the war. You’ve read it?”

Ellen shrugged. “My mom teaches Greek studies at the community college in Oak Hill. I’ve learned a lot.” She turned onto my street and continued talking. “But think about what you just said. She talked to the leader of the guy’s side. Have you thought… Have you tried seriously talking to Cash?”

“Yes—No…. It’s complicated, okay?”

“I know.” She sighed. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry things are weird between you two, but you can’t let your relationship with Cash run this strike. You need to talk to him so that this can end. So that we can all move on.”

I didn’t reply. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew she was right.


Ellen’s car stopped in my driveway, and we sat listening to the engine idle for a moment before either of us broke the silence.

“Just promise me you’ll think about it,” she said. “Please. Know that I’ll be on your side, no matter what. I’ll stand by your decision, but… but you owe me this.”

“I know,” I said quietly. “I owe it to all the girls. They’ve stuck by me—all of