Trust by Kylie Scott
Published by Kylie Scott on July 18th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Mature - Young Adult, Romance
Format: eBook, Paperback
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I voluntarily reviewed an advance review copy of this book I received for free from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my open and honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Being young is all about the experiences: the first time you skip school, the first time you fall in love…the first time someone holds a gun to your head.
After being held hostage during a robbery at the local convenience store, seventeen-year-old Edie finds her attitude about life shattered. Unwilling to put up with the snobbery and bullying at her private school, she enrolls at the local public high school, crossing paths with John. The boy who risked his life to save hers.
While Edie’s beginning to run wild, however, John’s just starting to settle down. After years of partying and dealing drugs with his older brother, he’s going straight—getting to class on time, and thinking about the future.
An unlikely bond grows between the two as John keeps Edie out of trouble and helps her broaden her horizons. But when he helps her out with another first—losing her virginity—their friendship gets complicated.
Meanwhile, Edie and John are pulled back into the dangerous world they narrowly escaped. They were lucky to survive the first time, but this time they have more to lose—each other.
Trust by Kylie Scott is a coming-of-age novel of two teens connected by an irrevocable night that changes both their lives in different ways. Filled with emotion and drama, Ms. Scott’s debut YA novel touches upon the subject of family, friendship, bullying, death, survivor’s guilt, and evaluates what’s really important in life.
Seventeen-year-old Edie Millen finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time when she goes to the convenience store in the middle of the night. Held at gunpoint during a robbery as a hostage with two other teens, Edie is saved by the heroic efforts of the two teens who were held hostage with her, one of whom is John Cole.
Unable to go back to her old life, with the snobbery and bullying at her private school, she decides it’s time for a change. Life is not infinite and soon Edie finds it hard to motivate herself to pursuing good grades, or attending class. Going to the local public school, Edie makes new friends with a kind and supportive girl named Hang, talkative and goofy Anders, and most of all she makes friends with John.
Like Edie, John Cole’s life will be forever changed after the night he saves her life, but instead of running wild and getting in trouble like Edie ends up doing, he changes his ways from being the bad boy with the bad reputation to being on the straight and narrow. After years on the wrong side, dealing drugs with his older brother Dillon, he’s now thinking about his future and wanting to do good. When he and Edie are reunited, an unlikely bond grows as they share in their experience of surviving that one night, as well as, what they’re feeling and dealing with afterwards.
What I enjoyed about Trust is how relatable and endearing Ms. Scott’s characters are. Edie and John are supportive of each other and as their relationship grows from friendship to more, I found it believable and filled with emotion. My favorite character in the story was John. He was a strong character and wanted a future: away from his brother, and from his past. I loved how he was with Edie and helped bring her out of her shell.
Overall, Trust by Kylie Scott is a well-written novel that will have you wanting to see what is going to happen next. I very much recommend.
I halted, staring at him. This was not good. “How do you know about that?”
“Anders overheard you and Hang talking.”
“Well?” he demanded, acting all authoritarian. Idiot.
“To be fair, I didn’t know his last name was Dickerson,” I said. “That’s unfortunate. Though, I wasn’t actually planning on marrying him, so . . .”
“You barely know the guy.”
“Um, yeah. None of your concern. We’re not talking about this.” How mortifying! My face burned bright. People should just gather around and cook s’mores. “I appreciate that we’re friends. You mean a lot to me. But this is going to have to fall under definitely none of your damn business, so go away please.”
“We’re talking about it.” He advanced a step.
“No we are not.” And I retreated.
“You were going to let a complete stranger touch you.” Advance.
Retreat. “People do it all the time. You do it all the time.”
“But you don’t,” he said, taking the final step, backing me up against the side of his car and getting all in my face. “Edie, this is your first time we’re talking about. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, and it’s going to be messy and painful and probably horribly embarrassing and I just want it over and done with.” I tried to meet his eyes but failed, settling for a spot on his right shoulder. “You’re not a girl; you wouldn’t understand. Also, last time I checked, you’re not the gatekeeper of my hymen, John Cole. So back the fuck off.”
He said nothing.
Deep, calming breaths. “Look, someday I’ll meet someone I really like and we’ll have a deep and meaningful relationship and go at it like bunnies. But I don’t want to be the dumb virgin in that scenario.”
He slowly shook his head.
“Also, I do not want to die a virgin.”
“What? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Hey, you and I both know death can occur at any time.”
“This is crazy.”
“I’m seeing a therapist!” I told his shoulder. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a little bit messed up these days. It’s hard for me to trust people. That’s not going to change anytime soon.”
He screwed up his face at me. “Wha—”
“I’m just trying to be practical.”
“Well, you’re being ridiculous. None of this makes sense.”
“It does to me.”
Again, he said nothing.
In fact, he said nothing for so long that I finally looked him in the eye. The anger had left him, replaced by an emotion I didn’t recognize. Worst of all, he still smelled like summer. A little sweat and the open night air, everything I loved. Liked. I meant liked.
“What?” I said, finally.
He let loose a breath. “I’ll do it.”