How to Date a Bad Boy (Mapleville High #2)

by Stephanie Rowe

  I sighed. "About what?"

  "Do you want to maybe... sort of go to a movie with me on Friday? My mom will drive us."

  A date? Like my first real date? I almost fell off my chair.

  George's cheeks were bright red and he looked like he'd rather be anywhere but in that kitchen with me.

  For an instant, I thought of Theo. And there was nothing. No yearning. No crush. It was over. He'd cured me of my obsession by showing me the selfish, arrogant side he'd showed everyone else for so long. Which meant I was free. For George.

  George was perfect for me. Studious, serious, and a dedicated student. He was my type of boy. So I nodded. "Sure. I'll go." My first date.

  Chapter 10

  George grinned and I smiled back, my heart racing. My first date. My first date. My first—

  Then the front door slammed and I heard loud voices. George's face fell, and our moment was broken. "They're back?"

  Oy! Theo and his friends! Could they have timed it any worse? "Don't worry. They'll study this time." I jumped up from the table and walked to the front hall. All of the same people from last time were there, carrying pizza and soda, CDs and even a Nerf hoop.

  Allie jumped in with a couple lacrosse players who were heading off to the living room, while Blue and Natalie sat down on the foot of the stairs.

  I folded my arms across my chest and waited.

  Theo was the last one in the door, and when he saw me, he stopped.

  Dammit. For someone who was totally over Theo, my heart was really pounding right now.

  But I lifted my chin and met his gaze. "What's up with all the food and the music?" Which was already blasting through the house.

  He narrowed his eyes. "Get off my case. I'm here, aren't I?"

  "That wasn't the whole deal."

  He walked in, threw his backpack on the ground, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the living room. "Look."

  I looked. The Nerf hoop was set up and some people were dancing. The pizza was open on the table and people were eating. "Looks like last time."

  "Look closer."

  I realized that Theo's hand was still around my arm. Not that I cared.

  "Are you looking?" he said again.

  I forced myself not to think about his hand, and I looked. Interestingly enough, just about everyone had textbooks open. Most of them weren't being read, but they were open. I did hear one couple discussing a paragraph in their physics book.

  Progress, but hardly enough to make The Homework Club a success. I turned to Theo. "Is that it?"

  He frowned. "What do you mean? They're working."

  "You call that working?"

  "Yes." He met my gaze.

  "I have different rooms assigned for each of the subjects. You can't have things combined like this. It's too confusing!"

  "For who?"

  "Everyone!"

  Theo rolled his eyes. "Listen, Frances, I'm helping you out here, but you need to take a chill."

  I needed to what?

  "You want this thing to succeed?" he asked.

  "Of course I do. That's the whole point of blackmailing you!"

  "At least you acknowledge it."

  "What?"

  "The blackmail."

  Well, of course I acknowledged it. "I'm not stupid enough to think you'd actually help me out because you liked me, if that's what you're talking about." Oh, I knew the score now. My heart might still throb at the sight of him, but there were no more delusions. He cared only about himself, and not about me, or anything else.

  Something crossed Theo's face, but he didn't respond to my statement. Instead he said, "If you want this homework thing to succeed, then you have to relax."

  "No, I have to push harder." I fisted my hands. "You guys have no idea how to study."

  He ran his hand through his hair in a move that I used to think was cute. Now it made me wonder whether he had dandruff. Well, not really, but it was a good try. "No," he said. "You're the one who has no idea about how anyone else in this world actually thinks. You're the only one like you."

  "Like me in what way?" This was not sounding like he was about to shower me with compliments. I glanced back over my shoulder, but George hadn't emerged from the kitchen to leave yet. So, I still had time to get this settled before I lost the one attendee who actually valued it, and me, for what it was.

  "You're a study freak."

  "I'm a freak?" I mean, I was well aware I was hardly a social diva and I knew that boys weren't exactly falling all over me, but a freak? How could I ever have liked this guy? I scowled at him. "George doesn't think I'm a freak."

  "George?" Theo looked completely confused. "George who?"

  "George Moon." I lifted my chin. "He asked me out on a date."

  "Well, good for him." Theo didn't seem to care at all that I was being sought after by other guys, which was fine. I didn't need him to care. Not anymore. "It doesn't change the fact that if you want this thing to work, you need to change." He glowered at me. "Even I can't get people to show up for the kind of night you want to organize. Lighten up, or you're out of luck."

  "I don't need to lighten up!"

  "No?" His eyes were flashing a challenge.

  "I'm perfectly light."

  He actually grinned. "Frances, you're the most uptight person I know."

  I set my hands on my hips. "I'm not uptight."

  "Want me to prove it?"

  "You can't." Theo proving I was uptight? That didn't sound like a good experience.

  "Friday night."

  I blinked. "What about Friday night?"

  "Be at my house at seven."

  "Why?"

  "You want my help on this thing?"

  "No, I don't want your help." Not like I had a choice. Theo was the only pied piper of teenagers I knew. "Besides, I have a date Friday night at seven." Did I sound cool or what? I had a date.

  He narrowed his eyes. "With George."

  "Uh huh."

  "Where?"

  "Movies."

  He lifted a brow. "You really do have a date?"

  "Well, of course I do. Apparently, being studious is attractive to the right type of guy." I glared at him. "So there."

  He shrugged. "Whatever."

  He started to turn away and I grabbed his arm. "So, are you going to make them turn off the music and put away the food and work? I have a schedule."

  "No."

  "No, what?"

  "You're pushing it too far. Change or fail. Call me when you decide." And then he walked out the door and slammed it behind him.

  And to think Theo had girls falling all over him. I simply couldn't see it happening.

  But it was fine he'd left. The Homework Club was all mine now.

  I walked over to the stereo and turned it off, prompting a number of protests. I held up my hands, and suddenly realized that I was a freshman in a room full of seniors, and I'd just turned off the stereo.

  Had I lost my mind?

  This was why I needed Theo's help.

  Then I scowled. I didn't need his help. I'd show him I was right. People would discover how much fun it was to study. And everything would be good. I held up my schedule. "Thanks for coming. There are specific rooms designated for each subject." I started to rattle them off, but no one moved. They just stared at me.

  I cleared my throat. "We'll study for forty-five minutes, and then there will be a rotation." I sought out Allie, who was in the corner with some guy. "Allie, will you take down the Nerf hoop, please?"

  Some tall guy moved in front of it to block it, and Allie glanced at me, and sat down.

  Great. Mutiny by one of my best friends.

  "So, where's the fun?" a redhead asked.

  "This isn't about fun. It's about homework. You guys will get better grades. What more do you need?"

  "Not this." The Nerf hoop guy grabbed the hoop off the door, picked up his backpack and a textbook and walked out.

  The redhead followed him.

  And i
n about thirty seconds, the house was empty.

  "That was impressive," Allie said. She hadn't moved from her spot. "I've never seen anyone end a party so quickly."

  "It wasn't a party." Why couldn't anyone understand that?

  "You need to chill out, Frances," Allie said.

  What? Allie too? "But..." I wasn't uptight, really I wasn't. I just had responsibilities and I was trying to do a good job and...

  I turned to the stairs, where Blue and Natalie were still sitting. "Do you guys think I'm too uptight?"

  Blue shifted. "You do study a lot."

  "Natalie?"

  She looked at Allie and Blue, then sort of shrugged. "You might be a little rigid sometimes."

  Me, rigid? They were defending Theo, the one who they all said wasn't nice enough for me to like? I couldn't believe it. Total betrayal by my friends.

  And then George walked into the foyer. "I have to take off too."

  Relief rushed through me at the sight of him. George liked me exactly how I was. My intensity about homework was so impressive that he'd actually asked me out. I gave him a big smile. "Thanks for coming, George." And I meant it. I really did.

  "Friday night, then?"

  "Yes." I'd show everyone. I could have a social life being myself. So there!

  His cheeks turned pink again, but he looked pleased. "So, I'll email you for directions to your house?"

  He was going to pick me up? I mean, yeah, his mom would, but that was a real date, unlike suggesting we meet somewhere. I grinned again. "Sure."

  "Great, well, see you then." He sort of glanced at my friends, then ducked out.

  I stood in the doorway and waved to him, waiting until his mom's station wagon had disappeared down the street. Then, with my only ally gone, I turned and faced my former friends. "See? George doesn't think I'm too uptight. He asked me out on a date for Friday. How many of you have a date Friday night?"

  My expression kept Blue from piping up that she no doubt had a date with her perfect boyfriend.

  "So, on Friday, maybe George and I will discuss plans for a new Homework Club for people who actually take school seriously." A club that obviously wouldn't include my friends. When none of them argued, saying that they still wanted to be a part of it, I lifted my chin, trying to pretend I didn't care. "Bye."

  And I walked out.

  Alone.

  And I felt horrible.

  "You aren't going out with this boy on Friday," my mom said.

  This was turning out to be the worst day of my life. "His mom is driving us. What can happen?"

  My mom shook her head. "You're fourteen. Too young to date."

  "Mom!"

  "You can date when you're eighteen," my dad said.

  "Eighteen?" Eighteen? I groaned and dropped my head to the kitchen table. My forehead hit with a loud thud, but neither of my parents seemed impressed.

  "Right now, you need to focus on school. Plenty of time to date when you're older." My dad picked up his fork and resumed eating the meatloaf my mom had kept warm for him after his late shift.

  "I don't need to study every minute of every day," I said.

  My dad looked up sharply. "Words like that will get you grounded."

  I stared at him. He would ground me simply for saying that I shouldn't have to study every second of my life? Was that really what my life had turned into, without me noticing? "So, that's it then? No dating? Ever?"

  "School, Frances. Do you really want to end up like your dad or me, working so many hours we barely get to see each other, let alone our kids? Living in a house that's too small for our family? No. You're going to do better, and it starts now. Everything you do matters. You can't waste time on boys." My mom untied her apron and folded it over the back of her chair, as if to make me notice that it was frayed and stained because she couldn't afford to buy a new one.

  "Maybe I don't want to study all the time." My parents were insane! How could they do this to me! I was their perfect child and they were still treating me like I was some irresponsible deviant? Did they have any idea what I went through to live up to their standards?

  My dad set his fork down. "That's it. To your room. Now. You can come back when you're prepared to be constructive."

  "But..."

  My dad pointed to the stairs. "Now."

  I slammed my chair back and stomped out of the room. Stupid tears. Why was I crying? Just because Theo thought I was an idiot, and my friends had disowned me, and I wasn't allowed to go on a date with the one person in the entire world who thought I was cool the way I was.

  Eighteen? Were they kidding?

  I slammed my feet on each step and threw my door closed as hard as I could, managing to knock a science award off the wall. Stupid science award. If I was dumb, none of this would be my life. I'd be at public school with no scholarship worries, no pressure for college.

  I flung myself onto my bed and pulled a pillow over my face.

  "I hate my life," I screamed into the pillow.

  Was it any wonder I was the way I was? I had no chance. No hope. By the time my parents were finished with me, I was going to be so socially destroyed that I'd be forced to spend the rest of my life crawling around garbage-strewn alleys reciting poetry about rats.

  Seriously.

  Chapter 11

  It was Friday night.

  Eight o'clock.

  I was supposed to be on my date with George.

  But no.

  I was home. With no friends, since I still wasn't speaking to any of them. Except to tell them I'd been banned from dating until I was too old to walk. Things that horrible had to be shared.

  I was supposed to be downstairs helping control my ninety million siblings while my mom made dinner, but fat chance of that. Destroying my life wasn't going to result in slave labor for them.

  Too bad I hadn't swiped any food before my self-imposed exile in my room. I was already starving.

  A thud sounded on my window, jolting me to my feet in a terrified leap. What was that?

  Another thud sounded, and the windowpane shook.

  Holy cow. I was being stalked by some evil specter that was floating around my second-floor window. I started backing toward my door.

  Another thud, and this time I saw something yellow fly by the window.

  A yellow evil specter? Anything evil should be black.

  I grabbed a thick math book as a weapon, then edged toward the window. Maybe it was George Moon, here to declare his love for me and whisk me off into some fairy tale land. Doubtful, but might be worth a look.

  I reached the window and peered out. Too dark to see anything with the reflection from my lights.

  My heart racing, I tugged the window open, keeping my math book handy.

  Nothing flew in through the window and grabbed me by the throat.

  So I stuck my head out. "Hello?"

  "Hey."

  "Theo?" My heart wasn't about to slow down with Theo in my backyard. I wasn't sure he was an improvement over a murderous ghost. "What are you doing here?" I could barely see his outline in the dark.

  "Friday night. Your opportunity to prove you aren't uptight, remember?"

  Why was he here? "I told you I had a date."

  "Well, you don't now, do you?"

  Good point. Blue was in trouble for telling him I was grounded. How could she betray my secrets to the enemy? Total traitor.

  "So? Are you coming?" Theo asked.

  "Coming where?"

  "Out."

  Out.

  With Theo.

  There was a day not so long ago when I would've died for that chance.

  Not anymore.

  Plus, "I'm not allowed to go out with boys." Even ones who were total jerks.

  "My point exactly," he said.

  "What are you talking about?" I really wished I could see the expression on his face, to see whether he was taunting me.

  He moved forward into the light from the back porch. He was wearing his black leath
er jacket with the collar up, and he looked really hot. He was grinning at me, like he was so pleased with whatever plan he had. "Sneak out," he said.

  I almost fell out of the window I was so surprised by his answer. "What?"

  He grinned wider, and I could see his white teeth flashing at me. "Or are you too uptight?"

  I gritted my teeth. "I'm not uptight."

  "Then come out."

  A shiver of excitement suddenly burst through me. Sneak out? I couldn't do that.

  "Are you coming?"

  I looked down into my backyard. There stood a boy who represented the antithesis of everything about me. He didn't study, he had girls all over him, he didn't respect me or anything I stood for.

  And suddenly I wanted nothing more than to pretend I wasn't Frances Spinelli, scholarship student. I wanted to be Frances Spinelli, high school dropout with no parents.

  "Frances?"

  I stared at Theo. I couldn't do it. Lying to my parents about The Homework Club was one thing. At least that was designed to improve my college application. It was for my parents' benefit, even if they couldn't see that.

  Sneaking out with Theo to prove I wasn't uptight?

  No.

  That wasn't me.

  "If you want that club of yours to succeed, you're going to have to listen to me," Theo said.

  I realized Blue probably told him what had happened when he left. I was never speaking to her again.

  He shrugged. "Fine."

  And then he turned away. I watched him walk to the corner of the house. What had he meant about The Homework Club? Would he really help me get it going? I bit my lip as he rounded the corner, almost out of sight. What if this was my chance to make The Homework Club happen? And I missed it? He was leaving — "Theo!"

  He glanced over his shoulder at me, one hand on the corner of the house. "Yes?"

  This is for The Homework Club. "I'm coming. I'll meet you out front."

  I could see his grin even in the dark and then he disappeared.

  I gripped the windowsill, my heart racing. What had I done?

  I didn't have to go. I didn't have to sneak down those stairs. I could leave Theo waiting outside. And then I could get up tomorrow and be the same Frances I'd always been, and I would have to email Mr. Walker and tell him that I'd let down the newspaper and all the students at two schools.