Remind Me to Hate You Later


 
 Cover
 Title Page
 Dedication
 PART ONE JULES
 CHAPTER 1
 CHAPTER 2
 CHAPTER 3
 CHAPTER 4
 CHAPTER 5
 CHAPTER 6
 CHAPTER 7
 CHAPTER 8
 CHAPTER 9
 PART TWO NATALIE
 CHAPTER 10
 CHAPTER 11
 CHAPTER 12
 CHAPTER 13
 CHAPTER 14
 CHAPTER 15
 CHAPTER 16
 CHAPTER 17
 CHAPTER 18
 CHAPTER 19
 CHAPTER 20
 CHAPTER 21
 CHAPTER 22
 CHAPTER 23
 CHAPTER 24
 CHAPTER 25
 MENTAL HEALTH RESOURCES
 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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 Names: Mason, Lizzy, author.
 Title: Remind me to hate you later / by Lizzy Mason.
 Description: New York: Bloomsbury Children’s Books, 2023.
 Summary: Told in alternating timelines, as Natalie grieves her best friend Jules’s death by suicide, Jules’s influencer mother plans to release a book about it, which causes
 Natalie and Jules’s boyfriend to band together and expose the truth behind Jules’s tragic death.
 Identifiers: LCCN 2022037479 (print) | LCCN 2022037480 (e-book)
 ISBN: 9781547609185 (HB)
 ISBN: 9781547610716 (eBook)
 Subjects: CYAC: Grief—Fiction. | Social media—Fiction. | Suicide—Fiction. |
 Friendship—Fiction. | LCGFT: Novels.
 Classification: LCC PZ7.1.M37614 Re 2023 (print) |
 LCC PZ7.1.M37614 (e-book) | DDC [Fic]—dc23
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 For Karl, my puppy.
 We didn’t get enough chapters,
 but I will always love our story.
 Please note that this book contains depictions of depression, body shame, self-harm, suicide, grief, anxiety, cancer, death of a parent, and parental emotional abuse. If these topics will be particularly upsetting to you, please read with care.
 
 
 PART ONE
 JULES
 
 CHAPTER
 1
 There’s no sound more recognizable than bacon sizzling in a pan. That staticky crackle. The pop and hiss. It’s a delicious symphony.
 There’s a loud crack and I’m suddenly dodging flying molten droplets of oil.
 “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move that fast, Jules,” Natalie says, laughing.
 I point my tongs at her while I creep closer to the stove to turn the heat down. “That sounds like someone who doesn’t want her spaghetti carbonara,” I say.
 I glance over my shoulder at Carter. He’s laughing too.
 “You want pasta?” I ask him, wielding the tongs again. He nods. “Then stop laughing.”
 His smile slips for a second, but then he wraps his arms around my waist.
 “I would,” he says, pulling back to look at me, “but you love feeding us too much to follow through on that threat.”
 I refuse to back down, even if he’s right. I twist in his grip, but he doesn’t let go.
 “Why are you so strong?” I say as I slap my free hand against his forearms. But my smile gives me away.
 Carter blows a raspberry against my neck. “That’s just one of the things you love about me,” he says.
 I freeze. We haven’t said the L-word yet. But he’s right. I do love him. I just don’t want to say it for the first time with Nat here.
 I glance up at her. She’s looking at her phone, trying to ignore us. I don’t want to make it awkward, so I kiss Carter quickly, and this time he loosens his grip so I can step away. Then I turn my back on them both and give the bacon a stir. The pasta water is boiling now, so I slowly lower in the spaghetti that Nat and I spent the afternoon making. There’s still flour in her dark hair.
 Nat’s dad sticks his head through the kitchen door while I’m stirring. “You almost done? The smell of bacon is wafting down the hallway and I’m drooling so much, I almost shorted out my keyboard.”
 “Ten minutes,” I say. “Have you met Carter?”
 Carter puts his hand out for Nick to shake. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Nagler,” he says.
 Carter hasn’t even met my parents yet, but it’s way less intimidating to meet Nat’s dad. Partly because unlike my mom, Nick doesn’t write a monthly parenting column in one of the largest newspapers in the country detailing my biggest flaws and struggles. He doesn’t have a blog that’s essentially a diary of my entire childhood and that tells the world about how difficult I was to raise. And he doesn’t have an Instagram account with half a million followers where he shares every intimate detail of his life with people who dissect and comment on every post.
 At least my mom doesn’t post pictures of me anymore, but it took a scandal to make that happen.
 
 Once the pasta is ready, Nat’s sister, Cordelia, and her dad join us at the kitchen table to eat. It is their house, after all—I just cook here. That’s sort of our deal. We all get something out of it: the Nagler family gets a meal and I get to cook without my mom telling me how carbohydrates are like glue and that’s why I haven’t lost any weight. She doesn’t seem to understand that I haven’t actually tried to lose weight;