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  So I’m a Double Threat

  Published by Julie Prestsater

  Copyright 2012 Julie Prestsater

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  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

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Dear Readers

  Double Threat My Bleep

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Praise for So I’m a Double Threat

  Credits

  Dedication

  For my mom,

  who read this book

  more times than any one

  person should ever

  have to.

  …

  Thank you.

  Chapter One

  “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 and stroll 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 the first day of 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 have to make a conscious effort to hold myself back from jumping up and down. 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 these horny boys might throw something in your cup.” Steph is quick to caution us, always sounding motherly.

  Keesh punches me in the arm, 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 back flip 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 about Alex since the day I met him.

  “He’ll be there, alright. 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’m 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 like 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 shouts.

  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 to 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.

  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 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 outside, 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 is 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 like 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’m just me.

  Oh no. School hasn’t even started yet 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 all alone in a crowded party and start to feel like an idiot. Amy tagged 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.

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p; 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 grin on his smooth face that warms my body. “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 as it heats up.

  “Oh. Well, hi,” I blurt out 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 make me feel like I got punched in the gut.

  “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 nah. 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.

  “Oh my gosh, did you slip something into his drink, Meg?” Steph is quite the jokester.

  “Shut up.” I giggle. “He just came over here and started talking to me.”

  “That’s cool but really, don’t even think about it.” She stares me down like I’m about to get scolded. “He’s a SENIOR.”

  “He’s a senior? Really? As in twelfth grade?” I try to sound serious, and she knows I’m not. “That’s all you’ve got, huh? How about the fact that he’s going out with your sister?”

  “Yeah, I guess I should have something to say about that but I don’t. Lydia is on her own when it comes to guys. Alex is way too good for her anyway,” Steph responds. “But he’s a senior. Let it go now, so you don’t get hurt later.”

  “Don’t even trip. Besides, who cares what grade he’s in. Look at us. We’re at one of their parties. We’re in high school now. We’re in ASB. We’re in honors. We’re double threats.” I put my hands on her shoulders and shake her.

  “What? Huh? Double threats?” Steph is obviously confused by my new high school terminology.

  “Nevermind. Let’s hit that beer bong.” I guide her toward the house. “I bet I can win.”

  “The contest, or Alex?”

  I wink at her, and declare, “Both.”

  Chapter Two

  Can someone please tell me who in the heck gets to school early? Seriously, who does that? Apparently, me. I do. But not by choice. Since I’m going to be in ASB, I’m required to get to school early for Freshmen Orientation. Why? I mean…I am a freshman. What do I know about the campus, classes, teachers, where the locker rooms are, whatever? How am I supposed to give other freshmen a tour or answer questions? I’m the one who’s supposed to be a guest at this thing.

  All I know is here I go, decked out in my new school clothes that are probably not good enough, about to walk to school in the hot August heat, hoping I’ll run into the football team. They’re practicing today, so one can only hope.

  I haven’t seen Alex since the big party a few weeks ago. It’s not like I haven’t thought about him though. I’ve seriously dreamed about him. I go to sleep picturing the grin he flashed me at the party. The image is forever burned into my retina. He was so hot, with an eyebrow hiked up and a half smile.

  I can’t stop thinking about the party. Our conversation plays over and over again in my mind like the reels of a hot romantic movie of the summer. We play the Hollywood couple who can’t be apart from one another. It’s the perfect story.

  I grab a granola bar (no more Pop Tarts in this house), a bottle of water, and I’m out my front door and on my way to Freshmen Orientation. Today is the day. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to see him. Even though I had to wake up early, the idea of being at school is not so bad after all with the possibility of seeing Alex.

  I feel like such a loser hoofin’ it in my beat up Converse, while carloads of students whizz pass me on my way to school. I recognize many of them, mostly upperclassmen, from the party. I wonder if they’re in ASB too. They must be. Why else would they be going to school, today of all days, if they aren’t freshmen?

  This campus is huge. I feel like I’m being swallowed by its enormity. I slowly approach the student store, one meager step at a time, stalling, trying to shorten the length of time I wait by myself for my friends to show up. I check my cell. It’s eleven o’clock already and my girls are nowhere to be found. I knew I’d be the first one here, waiting like a dumb ass for everyone else to arrive.

  I sit down on a concrete bench to wait, impatiently. My knee bounces up and down. I scan the quad. Still, there isn’t anyone coming. I stand up. The blistering sun beating down on the benches made them scorching hot. The heat had pierced through my jea
ns and practically singed my skin. It’s a good thing I didn’t wear my jean shorts, or I might have gotten first degree burns on the backs of my thighs.

  I flip open my cell, again. Only five minutes have passed and still no friends. I wait and wait, and just when I start to break a sweat, feeling moisture in the most undesirable places—my upper lip and straight down my butt crack—the football team decides to take a break and pass right by me. I happen to be standing next to the vending machines where they all stampede for a drink of water.

  Oh crap.

  Oh…my God.

  There he is. Full lips, mysterious green eyes, perfectly shaved head, and oh my. The sweat dripping from his bronze, tanned body makes his shirt cling to all the right spots. Damn. His chest is broad, muscular, and those abs. I can see his chiseled six pack right through his flimsy shirt. It’s like my own private Thunder From Down Under. My mom couldn’t stop talking about the Vegas show with male dancers when she got back from a weekend trip with her friends. Now, I know why.

  If I had dollar bills, fives, even twenties, I would tuck them in, in all the sexy places to see more. I would lick the sweat from his body so clean he wouldn’t need to shower for a week. Okay, so I wouldn’t literally lick his sweaty body, but I wouldn’t mind touching it. Hmm, hmm.

  Okay, hold on. I know that’s not the way an honors student is supposed to talk, or think, right? What would my mom say? I know, sometimes I can get a little carried away.

  Just a little.

  As I try not to stare at Alex, I catch a glimpse of two long, tone, tanned legs making their way through the quad. I don’t need to look up to see who they belong to. It’s Amy. She is the first of my friends to show up. And boy did she show, or should I say show off. I swear, for as much money as her mother pays for her designer clothes, one would think there would be much more material involved. She catches a glimpse of me gazing at Alex, drool about to start dripping down my chin.

  “Wipe your mouth, loser,” Amy says, with a snicker, as she prances over to me. “It’s only obvious you’re staring at him.” She rolls her eyes, while shaking her head.