Studying Boys

STEPHANIE ROWE

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2011 by Stephanie Rowe

First published in 2004 by Stephanie Rowe

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eISBN: 978-1-937776-01-5

Putting Boys on the Ledge

Studying Boys

Who Needs Boys?

Smart Boys & Fast Girls

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Teaser for WHO NEEDS BOYS

Teaser for SMART BOYS & FAST GIRLS

Teaser for PUTTING BOYS ON THE LEDGE

Author Bio

Dedication

There was no pizza.

As soon as I walked into the living room of my friend Blue Waller and saw her sitting on the couch with our other two friends, Natalie Page and Allie Morrison, and noticed there was no pizza, I knew something was up.

Blue was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, like she always did, and her brown hair was up in an ordinary pony tail. Totally casual, giving away nothing. Allie was dressed in her usual too-cute outfit. Today it was a very short pink skirt and sequined black top. Her hair looked even blonder than usual, and her blue eyes were way too serious. Even Natalie looked serious, which was hard to do when you were still wearing the muddy track pants and tank top from track practice. There was even mud on her forehead, and her bobby pins had long ago given up keeping her curly brown hair out of her face.

This was so important that Natalie hadn't even taken time to wash her face before coming over here? You don't invite your friend to your house for pizza, and not have pizza, without something being up.

This was trouble, big time, and I had absolutely no clue it was coming, which meant I wasn't prepared. I hated not being prepared. It made me feel cold and clammy and like I wanted to turn and run as fast as I could in any other direction.

Not that I'd let them see I was surprised. I have a solid reputation of being serious, together and always on top of things. It's taken a lot of work to build that reputation, and I wasn't going to start showing weakness now, like the fact that I kinda wanted to turn around and run out the door. You'd want to bolt too if you'd seen the look on Allie's face.

It was her "we're going to talk about boys" look.

Trust me, you didn't want to talk about boys with Allie. She's the queen when it comes to boys.

And I'm not.

I'm a major underachiever in that department.

"Come on in, Frances." Blue smiled and patted the couch beside her.

"Where's the pizza?" I decided to hold firm in the doorway. Couldn't give up my avenue of escape.

"Oh, it'll be here eventually," Allie said vaguely.

Yeah, right.

This was not "Pizza Night." Something else was going on. Something that all three of them knew about and I didn't.

A clear indication that I wasn't going to like it.

"Frances. Sit." An order from Allie. What was up with that? We never order each other around.

"Why?" I folded my arms across my chest and tried to project my I'm-not-worried persona. It was Friday night. None of my friends ever do homework on a Friday night, so this definitely wasn't a study period. I, however, always get my homework done on Fridays. What if the house burned down over the weekend and I hadn't done my homework? I'd go to school unprepared, the teachers would flip, and I'd lose my scholarship. Then my parents would disown me and I'd have to turn to crime to support myself. I'd end up in prison and my entire career success would be defined by me walking down the side of the highway in a bright orange vest picking up trash with the rest of my prison work squad.

That sounds like a sucky way to live, so I get my homework done. And it's not because I'm a loser or anything like that. So what if I don't have a single guy friend, let alone boyfriend? So what if I have no social skills? It's not like I care.

Okay, maybe I care a little bit. Doesn't mean I'm going to sacrifice my entire future for some fun.

Blue stood up, setting aside the organic cotton throw pillow she'd had on her lap. There was nothing synthetic in Blue's house, thanks to her ultra-granola parents. "Frances, we're having an intervention."

I blinked. "A what?"

"An intervention," Allie said. "Sit down."

I narrowed my eyes. "What's an intervention?" I was pretty certain I didn't like the sound of it.

"It's what friends and family do for someone who has a problem and is in denial. We did it for my dad to get him to stop drinking," Allie said.

"But your dad took off after that and divorced your mom." Not that I wanted to make Allie feel bad, but it wasn't exactly a rousing endorsement of interventions.

"Ah, yes, well, we're pretty confident you won't divorce us," Allie said.

"Yes," Natalie chimed in. "You love us."

"For the moment, I love you." Not so sure how I'd feel after this intervention thing. "I don't drink, so what's my 'problem'?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Frances." Allie said. "Stop looking so worried."

Worried? I never look worried. I am way too on top of things for that.

Blue slung her arm around my shoulder and practically forced me down into the chair next to the couch. Animal hair wafted into the air as I sat, no doubt from the countless rescued animals that lived in the Waller house. Most of them lived in the barn, but that didn't keep an amazing amount of nature from finding its way inside.

As I looked around at the faces of my best friends, I forgot about the animal hair chair. They were sitting in a row, all three of them leaning forward, their elbows resting on their thighs, their faces super intent as they stared at me. I felt like I was about to be interrogated for murder or something.

My heart was actually racing. Racing! Was that a sign of weakness or what? "What?" Oops. That sounded a little hostile and snappy. Must stay calm.

They glanced at each other, as if trying to decide who was going first; then finally Blue nodded. Apparently, she was in charge. She turned to me. "Frances. It's about Theo."

"Theo! Omigod! Is he okay? Did something happen? Did he get in a car accident?" Theo is Blue's older brother. He's a senior, and completely amazing. He's one of the best football players in the entire town, and his black tee shirts and leather jacket fit his muscular shoulders so well he could be a model. And his smile? Completely lights up the entire room. Seriously.

Of course, I've known him since I was three, and he only thinks of me as Blue's friend, but he's still a total hottie. And now my heart was pounding so hard that I wouldn't have been surprised to see it burst out of my chest and race around the room screaming. "What happened to Theo?"

Blue looked a little smug. "Nothing. He's fine."

"Oh." Whew. Time to relax. Theo was fine.

"But we need to discuss your crush on him," she said.

I blinked, and my heart literally stopped beating for a fraction of a second. Had she just said what I thought she'd said? "My what?" I asked carefully. There was no way they knew. I'd hidden it so well. I was so careful never to even glance his way when he was in the room, and I never talked about him to my friends. Ever. I had to have misheard what Blue said.

"Your crush on Theo." Allie grinned. "Proven by you freaking out when you thought something had happened to him."

Oh, no. They did know. I was totally busted. I was so surprised I couldn't even think of a good explanation or a rebuttal. I was utterly blindsided by the accusation and had no defense. "I don't have a crush on him," I finally managed. Yes, because a choking denial would totally convince them.

Allie leaned forward. "Frances, we all love Theo, because we've known him since he was six and broke his jaw crashing his bike. But now that he's a senior? He's a jerk when it comes to girls. You're way too sweet and nice for him."

I stiffened. "Theo isn't a jerk."

They all gave me the look.

"Okay, fine. So maybe he isn't always that considerate of the girls he dates." So what if he had ditched like eight girls in the past month alone? So what if he took them out for a drive and a little hanky panky and then never called them again? Maybe those girls just weren't right for him. Or maybe they were evil creatures from another planet trying to assassinate him, so he was picking them off one by one....

Okay, so maybe I had a few issues when it came to Theo. Maybe.

"Anyway," Blue continued, "we've decided that there's only one remedy to your obsession with Theo."

"I'm not obsessed with him." Obsessed was a little strong. So I thought he was cute. Big deal. I mean, yes, he had the most amazing laugh, one that started deep in his chest and then filled the room. And his brown eyes were the most amazing shade of reddish-oak. And--

"Other boys," Allie announced.

"Other boys?" I eyed her suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"

"The only way to effectively forget about Theo is to get some other interests in your life, so you don't sit around all day mooning about him." She raised her voice over my protest. "And homework doesn't count."

"Why not? And I don't moon about him all day." Well, not all day.

"Because homework sucks," Allie said. "Boys rock. No comparison. And I saw his name doodled all over the inside of your math notebook."

Well, that was Allie for you. The world revolved around boys. Of course she would notice I'd written Theo's name. Heaven forbid she actually looked at the text of a school book.

"So, we're giving you one week to get a new guy in your life, or to get involved in a coed activity. If you don't, we're going to sit down with Theo and tell him that you like him." Allie said. "We'll make you sound like a stalker, so he'll feel awkward and uncomfortable around you. Then he'll avoid you all the time and you won't ever see him and it'll be impossible to continue to have your obsession with him if you never ever see him."

I swallowed. "You're going to tell Theo?"

Natalie shook her head. "Only if you don't get involved with a coed activity in seven days. One with boys."

"I know what coed means," I snapped. This was so unfair. Since when did they have the right to interfere in my life? Just because they'd been my best friends for my whole life didn't mean they had permission to destroy me! "But I go to an all-girls school. How am I supposed to find a coed activity?" Hah. Got 'em there.

Allie, who goes to my school, shot me a smug little grin as she handed me a sheet of paper. "These are all the coed activities that our school does with Field School. If you pick one of these and get signed up, we won't talk to Theo. If you miss a meeting or drop out, then we'll tell Theo."

I eyed the paper. "Blackmail."