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Authors: Julie Prestsater
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So I'm A Double Threat
Double Threat Series, Volume 1
by Julie Prestsater
Published by Julie Prestsater, 2009.
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opyright © 2014 by Julie Prestsater
First Edition, 2009.
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For my mom,
who read this book
more times than any one
person should ever
have to.
...
Thank you.
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“A
real high school party,” I squeal. Overcome with fear and excitement, I playfully shake the arms of both Stephanie and Keesha. I throw my hands in the air and begin to chant, “Party over here,” as I dance my way up the street. The girls join in, “Party over there.”
Maybe if I joke around, I can calm my nerves long enough to be sane. Tonight is
the
night. We’ve talked about it every day since we began eighth grade. This is the night we’ve dreamed about. This is the night
I
have fantasized about. My heart is beating so fast, I can almost hear the blood rushing through.
“Heck yeah. No more ‘junior high, seven minutes in heaven’ crap. We’re in high school now, baby,” Keesha exclaims, joining my dance.
My nervousness seems uncontrollable. I feel like I’m on a total sugar rush (even though I haven’t eaten any candy since my mom rid our house of anything high in fat or calories). My mouth is watering like I’m going to hurl any minute. I need to calm down.
But this is it. This is really it. This is so cool. And so freaking scary.
“Okay, Keesh. Meg. Try not to sound so lame. We don’t have to act like freshmen just because we are,” Amy snaps. It’s hard to take her seriously when she clack-clacks her way to the party...in heels. Yes, heels. People can hear her coming from a mile away. That’s probably the point, knowing Amy.
“You guys better not get all stupid either. We’ve never done this before. Watch what you drink too. You never know. One of those horny boys might throw something in your cup.” Steph is quick to caution us, always sounding motherly.
Keesh punches me in the arm, looking at me with her sly grin. “Hey, Meggie. Maybe Alex will throw something in
your
drink.” She chuckles, raising her eyebrows up and down.
My insides do a backflip every time I hear his name. “Yeah right. Besides, I don’t know if
his sexiness
will even be there.” I wish I could say I hadn’t considered it, but I can’t. When contemplating tonight’s party, Alex is
all
I’ve dreamed about. It’s been all about Alex since the day I met him.
“He’ll be there, all right. My sister is going.” Steph groans. Alex is Steph’s sister’s flavor of the month. I swear Lydia changes guys like nail polish, so it’s just a matter of time before Alex is chipped away, and I’ll be there to scoop him up.
“With the way Meg got all dressed up, she’s probably gonna have to spike
Alex’s
drink.” It’s just like Amy to make fun of me. She looks me up and down as if I’m a poster child for “what not to wear.”
“Forget you. Sorry if I don’t feel the need to show off all my Bs to get a guy,” I snap back. “You’ve got enough boobs, butt, belly, and back showing, to walk the streets.” My voice rises to a full-blown yell, almost.
Does she always have to put me down?
“C’mon, girls, calm down,” Steph says, as we continue our way up the driveway.
“Yeah, let’s just chill okay?” Amy says, pushing the door open to the party.
Keesh sticks out her tongue at Amy’s back and faces me. She places her hands on my shoulders. “Meggie, you look fine. Let’s go in.”
Yeah, whatever.
I don’t give a flying eff what Amy thinks anyway.
Damn, how I wish that were true.
I can’t believe the crowds of people at this party. As we make our way inside, kids are everywhere. Sitting, standing, and dancing to the music coming from outside. There are so many kids, you just see bodies and can’t focus on any faces. It’s all a blur. The dim lights don’t help much either.
“This is crazy. Let’s try to get outside, so we can at least breathe,” Steph says, fanning herself. She looks around, crunching her nose like she smells rotten milk.
Amy leads us outside, weaving in and out of groups of people, paving our way till we hit the fresh air. It’s instantly ten degrees cooler, even though it’s still warm out. Inside, it was musty and gross, humid like a house with a swamp cooler in the middle of July.
“Hey, chicas, it’s about time you made it,” Lydia shouts. She throws her arm over her sister’s shoulder. “Oh, I forgot. You guys had to walk.” She slaps her thigh as she bursts into laughter.
Lydia gestures to some friends, then points to us. Within seconds, a few guys come over with red plastic cups full of beer. I think about what Steph said earlier, but take a swig anyway.
Ugh...why do people drink this stuff?
“Dang, Lyd. How many have you had already?” Steph asks her sis.
She glances at her cup. “Who’s counting? See ya guys later, I gotta go track down my man.”
So, Alex is here. My knees begin to go weak. I actually feel wobbly, like a baby taking her first steps. Maybe it’s just the dry summer heat? It can’t be the thought of Alex making me feel this way. Can it?
Meeting Alex at Steph’s was probably the worst thing that could happen to me just before school starts. I can’t stop thinking about him. His deep voice and gorgeous eyes are enough to make any girl crazy. And to top it off, he’s just so nice. Every time I talk to him, he acts as if he’s known me forever. He doesn’t talk down to me like I’m just some little kid—some little freshman—like some of Lydia’s other friends do. It’s different with Alex. Once I start talking to him, I feel totally comfortable, like I don’t have to try to be someone I’m not. I can just be me.
School hasn’t even started and I’m already googoo-gaga over some guy. And not just any guy. A football player. A senior.
Suddenly, I awake from my daydream and realize I’m alone in a crowded party, and I start to feel like an idiot. Amy left us, tagging along with her sister, Jen, and her group of friends, almost immediately after we arrived. Keesh went to dance with some cute guy, and Steph had to pee. I stayed behind to save our spot, a tall circular table full of purses and cups of booze.
I scan the doorway for Steph as I raise my cup to take a drink. Mid-sip I hear my name. I turn around to see Alex, strutting toward me.
He wears a boyish grin on his sweet face that warms my body. The subtle rise of his brow matches his playfulness and boy, do I want to play whatever he has in mind. “Hey, Megan. What’s up?”
Holy hotness. He’s here. Right in front of me. Talking...to me.
I set my cup on the table. “Hey, Alex.” My voice is shaky. And so are my hands.
I pick up my drink again, trying to gather some liquid courage to hold a conversation with this deliciously steamy guy.
“I heard you guys were going to be here. I was hoping I’d run in to you,” he says.
This makes me even more nervous. My body starts to shiver while I struggle to hold my composure.
“Really? Why?” I try not to breathe on him. I know this beer has to make my breath stink.
“I dunno. Just to say hi, I guess.”
I smile, and I can feel my face turn red in response.
Oh crap.
“Oh. Well, hi,” I blurt, as I wave like a dork.
“Hey.” He smiles back. “So, I hear you and your friends are gonna be in the ASB class this year.” He stares directly at me when he speaks, something I’m not used to. Middle school boys do not look you in the eye.
“Yeah, we got lucky, I guess. Jen got us in.”
“Are you gonna run for a student council position, or are you just a class member?”
I haven’t thought about that. “I’m not sure. I’m just happy we got in.” ASB—associated student body—is an elective class responsible for putting together rallies, dances, and practically every school activity. The name sounds kind of lame, but this class is guaranteed fun, and a guaranteed A.
“It doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re a double threat.” He grins. If only I could take a picture of that grin; I’d have it tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
Double threat? I’m confused. I crumple my brows trying to figure out what it means.
“You know. You’re in ASB
and
you’re in
honors
,” he explains.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hmm. Let’s see. ASB students can get away with practically anything and since you are in honors classes, no one would ever suspect this sweet little girl with a 4.0 GPA would be at some party drinking...uhh, whatcha got in your cup?”
I smile. I can see what he’s getting at. I push my brew aside. I don’t need it anymore. Like usual, once we start talking, I’m fine. It feels natural. The shivers are long gone.
“Uhh, just a little something.” I smirk, peering down into my drink.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He chuckles.
“So what are you then? You’re not in ASB, are you?” I ask, trying to flirt but not so sure I’m pulling it off.
“I’m on the football team so I’m even more of a threat than you are.” He nudges me, brushing his arm against mine. I feel like I’m in elementary school again and the boy I like is about to chase me around the playground. Alex is so freaking cute.
“So, dumb jock, huh?” I nudge him back. My elbow touches his arm this time and sends tingles throughout my body.
“I didn’t say dumb, probably not as brainy as you, but...”
Out of nowhere, Lydia and Steph walk up.
“Hey, babe, there you are,” Lydia says, wrapping her arms around Alex’s neck. My beer-filled stomach does a cartwheel. I think I’m going to puke. Nothing like a dose of reality to kick me down a notch.
“Hey, Meg,” Steph yells. There is only one volume with her. “The girls are inside waiting for you. They’re doing this beer bong thingy. They tried to get me to do it, but hell no. The last girl who tried it had beer gushing outta her nose. Keesh wants you to try it.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun, sign me up right now,” I say, shaking my head.
Alex chuckles.
“Let’s go for it, babe.” Lydia grabs Alex’s hand and drags him away, taking with them her foul scent of liquor. It’s obvious Lydia is drinking a lot more than just beer.
Alex glances back at me over his shoulder. “Later, Megan.”
“See ya.”
I continue to watch him as he walks away. He looks back again and raises one side of his mouth in a half smile. I quickly turn away, trying to hide my giddiness.