The Breakup Lists

Informationen zum Autor Adib Khorram Klappentext Love is more complicated boy meets boy in bestselling author Adib Khorram's sharply funny new romantic comedy, set in the sordid world of high school theater As a techie--a stage manager, a lighting guy, a jack-of-all-theatrical-trades-- Jackson Ghasnavi is not a fan of the spotlight. And he isn't too fond of romance, either, ever since his actor ex-boyfriend decided he was too cool to date a techie freshman year. Jackson's sister Jasmine, on the other hand, loves love. It just doesn't love her back. But luckily for her, Jackson is always waiting in wings when she gets her heart broken, ready to cheer her up with a breakup list cataloging of all her ex's faults. Enter Liam Coquyt: senior, swim captain, hot white boyand the surprise lead in the fall musical. Even more surprising than how incredible Liam is on the stage is how much Jackson likes spending time with him off it.(Not that Jackson is falling for him. Liam is probably --no, definitely --straight.) So why is Jackson crushed when Jasmine sets her sights on him? And why does the idea of eventually drafting breakup list for Liam feel impossible? Leseprobe 1 Even though I'm the Theatre Kid, my sister's the dramatic one. Ugh, Jasmine says as soon as she sees Nick, three lanes over in the parking lot. She rests her head against her car's steering wheel, then jolts back up when her nose sets off the horn. You okay? Jasmine mutters something into the wheel. It's got a pink fuzzy cover on it. I can't hear you. She sits up, sighs, and faces me. Sorry. It's just hard seeing him. It's been months. He broke my heart. You don't know what it's like. I've had my heart broken before. Maybe not as often or as hard as Jasmine, but still. Can you do his list again? Jasmine . . . Please? Nick is Jasmine's m?i?l?l?i?o?n?t?h? latest ex-boyfriend. They dated all summer before Nick broke up with her because he didn't want to be tied down senior year. But now she's stuck sitting behind him in Pre-Calculus. I've repeated his list so many times I've basically got it memorized. Still, I reach into my backpack, pull out my black stage manager binder, and flip to the end where I keep my lists. Given how many of them there areand how often Jasmine needs them repeatedI have to keep them close. Man Bun Nick's Breakup List: ?A? ?c?r?u?s?t?y? ?s?o?c?k? ?i?n? ?h?u?m?a?n? ?f?o?r?m? Too much Axe Body Spray ?N?o?t? ?e?n?o?u?g?h? ?t?o? ?c?o?v?e?r? ?t?h?e? ?w?e?i?r?d? ?s?m?e?l?l? Smacks his lips at the beginning of each sentence Doesn't like pickles ?A?l?w?a?y?s? ?l?o?o?k?s? ?l?i?k?e? ?h?e?'?s? ?h?o?l?d?i?n?g? ?i?n? ?a? ?f?a?r?t? Bad man bun It barely even qualifies as a bun. More like a little man garlic knot or something. Plus there's the whole thing where he broke up with you, I point out. Right. Right. And you said you wanted to focus on yourself senior year. Jasmine gives me a sharp nod. She takes a deep breath, redoes her ponytail, and squares her shoulders. Thanks, Jackson. What would I do without you? I slip my binder into my backpack and shrug it on, grab my shmoodies, and follow her into school. The Riverstone High School Alumni Association r?u?i?n?e?d? renovated the student entrance over the summer, replacing the rows of double doors set in red brick with an ugly white façade. Huge letters spell RIVERSTONE above the doors, but they're the same white as the wall, so you can only see them by the shadows they cast. At night, they're lit by blue LED backlight, even though Riverstone's school colors are purple and gold. It looks more like an IKEA than a high school. Jasmine taps my shoulder. You staying late? Auditions today and tomorrow. Callbacks on Thursday. All right. I'll be in the pottery studio when ...

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Adib Khorram

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Love is more complicated “boy meets boy” in bestselling author Adib Khorram’s sharply funny new romantic comedy, set in the sordid world of high school theater

As a techie--a stage manager, a lighting guy, a jack-of-all-theatrical-trades-- Jackson Ghasnavi is not a fan of the spotlight. And he isn’t too fond of romance, either, ever since his actor ex-boyfriend decided he was too cool to date a techie freshman year.

Jackson’s sister Jasmine, on the other hand, loves love. It just doesn’t love her back. But luckily for her, Jackson is always waiting in wings when she gets her heart broken, ready to cheer her up with a breakup list cataloging of all her ex’s faults.

Enter Liam Coquyt: senior, swim captain, hot white boy—and the surprise lead in the fall musical. Even more surprising than how incredible Liam is on the stage is how much Jackson likes spending time with him off it.(Not that Jackson is falling for him. Liam is probably --no, definitely--straight.) So why is Jackson crushed when Jasmine sets her sights on him? And why does the idea of eventually drafting breakup list for Liam feel impossible?

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Even though I’m the Theatre Kid, my sister’s the dramatic one.
“Ugh,” Jasmine says as soon as she sees Nick, three lanes over in the parking lot. She rests her head against her car’s steering wheel, then jolts back up when her nose sets off the horn.
“You okay?”
Jasmine mutters something into the wheel. It’s got a pink fuzzy cover on it.
“I can’t hear you.”
She sits up, sighs, and faces me. “Sorry. It’s just hard seeing him.”
“It’s been months.”
“He broke my heart. You don’t know what it’s like.”
I’ve had my heart broken before. Maybe not as often or as hard as Jasmine, but still.
“Can you do his list again?”
“Jasmine . . .”
“Please?”
Nick is Jasmine’s m̶i̶l̶l̶i̶o̶n̶t̶h̶ latest ex-boyfriend. They dated all summer before Nick broke up with her because he “didn’t want to be tied down senior year.” But now she’s stuck sitting behind him in Pre-Calculus.
I’ve repeated his list so many times I’ve basically got it memorized. Still, I reach into my backpack, pull out my black stage manager binder, and flip to the end where I keep my lists. Given how many of them there are—and how often Jasmine needs them repeated—I have to keep them close.

Man Bun Nick’s Breakup List:
̶A̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶t̶y̶ ̶s̶o̶c̶k̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶h̶u̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶m̶
Too much Axe Body Spray
̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶i̶r̶d̶ ̶s̶m̶e̶l̶l̶
Smacks his lips at the beginning of each sentence
Doesn’t like pickles
̶A̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶’̶s̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶a̶r̶t̶
Bad man bun

It barely even qualifies as a bun. More like a little man garlic knot or something.
“Plus there’s the whole thing where he broke up with you,” I point out.
“Right. Right.”
“And you said you wanted to focus on yourself senior year.”
Jasmine gives me a sharp nod. She takes a deep breath, redoes her ponytail, and squares her shoulders. “Thanks, Jackson. What would I do without you?”
I slip my binder into my backpack and shrug it on, grab my shmoodies, and …