Are You In The House Alone? (plus: Love Me) Read Online Free PDF

something … right?
    Well, to me it did.
    To me it said volumes.
    … maybe.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 18

 
 
    I needed an outfit to seduce, and I
was not going to find it in April’s
closet. Or mine.
    I went straight to the sexiest girl
I knew. (Well, okay, she’s a skank, but whatever.) I’d had two full years of
being totally non-appreciated for my sexiness, and I was now worried I had
none. What I’m saying is: I was clueless what appealed to guys (apparently)
(Grrr!)
    The girl I went to is named Mallory
and she’s on my cheerleading squad. When she heard I wanted to seduce Garrett
she squealed and was all eager for me to come over to her house for a
make-over, which she seemed to imply I desperately needed. (Witch!!)
    Anyway, she was eager to help with
my endeavor. (“The Giver” had given unto her a couple of times.)
    When I told her I didn’t exactly
want his “giving,” that I just wanted to kiss him blind and make him dream
about me, she huffed like I was acting twelve.
    “You don’t know what you’re
missing, Brandy. The guy’s got serious talent.”
    I shrugged. “Yeah, well, his tongue was talented.”
    She laughed, “That’s what I’m
saying.”
    I went up in flames. “No! Ew. I
mean, in my mouth.”
    She nodded. With gusto. “Yeah, the
dude is the best kisser I ever sucked-face with, definitely . But Brandy, babe, that’s not even his best talent. When
he—”
    “No!” I covered my ears,
interrupting her yuck talk. I didn’t want visions of him with her invading my dreamy fantasies.
I mean, seriously, yuck . “I don’t
want to hear it. I just want to kiss him wild—that’s all. Do that
‘suck-face’ thing—for hours, and hours and hours. Forever, basically. But
that’s it. I want him to end up wanting me—bad. Then there will be
confetti and unicorns and we’ll hold hands and ride off into the sunset.”
    I say this last part junk because I
know I’m being delusional. The dude is “The Giver.” On what planet is he going
to end up wanting me?—the girl that until him, had only kissed a gay guy.
And she cluelessly did it for two years. ( TWO YEARS!!!! )
    Yeah, I’m really not up on teenage
romance.
    Still, I want me some more of that
heavenly mouth action.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 19

 
 
    After Mallory has me looking all
hot and sexy, she hands me a drink to ‘calm my nerves.’
    “Thanks,” I tell her, since I am really nervous. And thirsty.
    I go to take a sip, but then think
better about it as realization dawns in my nervous, frazzled brain.
“Wait—does this have alcohol in it?”
    She shrugs. “Just a little.”
    “Oh.” I set the glass down ‘cause I
don’t drink. And I sure don’t want to start now. I want to have a level head
when I go to that party. I want to rock Garrett’s world, not embarrass myself.
    Mallory huffs impatiently. “Hurry
and drink it so we can go.”
    I thought she already knew this. “I
don’t drink,” I tell her.
    She huffs again. “I know, but
you’re all up tight. It will help loosen you up.”
    I shake my head. “No, I seriously
don’t drink. Like, at all.”
    “Okay, relax,” she says all calm-down -like. “There’s hardly any
alcohol in it. Just a tiny drop.”
    “Whatever. I don’t want it,” I tell
her impatiently.
    “Come on. It’s yummy. I made it
just for you. It’s almost totally virgin—just like you.”
    Well, no. I’m totally virgin. One-hundred percent. Pure as the driven snow. ( Driven snow?? What does that mean?)
    Anyway, it does look really good—fruity. And I’m dying of thirst.
I peek up at her. “You promise there’s hardly any in there?”
    She crosses her heart. “Barely a
drop.”
    Well-ll, actually I hear there is
alcohol cooked into a lot of the food I order at fancy restaurants. And I never
feel any different after I eat the food. And my mom lets me order the food. And according to Mallory this drink has
even less than that—just a tiny drop.
    And I’m sooo thirsty.
    While