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The Big F

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by Maggie Ann Martin


  9. Danielle and her cousin, Claire, have a rocky past. Why do you think Danielle let her off the hook at the end of the book?

  10. How do you envision the future for Porter and Danielle? What do you think will happen next fall when she goes to a new school?

  One little lie turns into so much more …

  TWO TEENS WHO BUILD A FRIENDSHIP OUT OF ELABORATE LIES HAVE TO DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT THEIR LOVE IS TRUE IN THIS DEBUT CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE.

  CHAPTER 1

  Jenny

  The classroom door swung open.

  Every head in the class turned to see a boy with messy blond hair walk in. He gave a nod to his classmates before handing Mrs. Tanner, the slender Oral Communications teacher, a slip of paper.

  “Late on the first day, Mister”—she looked closer at the slip in her hand—“Masters?”

  “Car trouble, ma’am,” he assured her.

  She shook her head disapprovingly. “Don’t make a habit of this.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He winked before heading to the only open seat in the room.

  He collapsed into the seat next to Jenny Wessler. Jenny glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she chewed the end of her pen. She knew who the boy was, of course. He was the one and only Chance Masters. He’d spent his high school career carving out the most scandalous reputation he could.

  “Anyway.” Mrs. Tanner called the class to order. “As I was about to say, for your first assignment you will each interview the person next to you, and then perform a dialog together about your summer vacations for the class. Any questions?”

  “Um, yeah.” Kelsey Molar, a perky blond, raised her hand. “Can we switch partners?” She looked at her partner, Danny Jennings, with disdain while Danny just continued to slumber in his seat.

  “No, sorry, Kelsey, but I pick partners in my class. It’s the first day of your junior year. It’s one of your last chances to meet new classmates,” Mrs. Tanner explained. “Could you wake Danny, please?”

  Kelsey prodded Danny awake with her pencil, then glanced over at Jenny.

  Jenny met her eyes, shrugged, and mouthed, “I wanted to be your partner.”

  Jenny watched as Kelsey gave a weak smile and turned to start the project. I better start, too, she thought as she looked to Chance. He sat slouched in his desk, his blond hair tousled just so and his brown eyes shining wickedly. He flashed what could only be called a smirk and said, “Ready to go, partner?” in a voice that could convince even the most grounded girl to run away with him.

  Luckily, Jenny had no time for him. “Look,” she began in her no-nonsense voice, “I really, really like having all As, so no playing around. You have to take this seriously. I want to start the semester off right.”

  “Well, you’re no fun. I bet you’re the type who excitedly packs her backpack the night before the first day because you just can’t wait for school to start.” He sat up and produced a notebook. “Let’s get this over with, then, Little Miss Really-Likes-Having-As.”

  “I am not…” she hedged, blushing slightly. The truth was, of course, that she was exactly that type of person. She tried to hide her blush by looking over at Margaret Lester, who—with every perfect hair in place—was interviewing the brainless Max Gregs.

  “Ah.” Chance followed her line of sight. “Margaret Lester. She’s not quite the perfect angel everyone seems to think,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “How would you know?” Jenny turned back to him. “She only moved here at the end of last year.”

  “Because we went out,” he said with a shrug. “We met at a party, and one thing led to another…” He trailed off. “You might want to write this down, since the interview is over something we did during the summer.”

  “I can’t get up there and tell the class how you hooked up with Margaret.”

  “Why not?”

  “Seriously?” She looked skeptical. He was a gross pig, just like everyone said.

  “Okay, I see your point.” He scratched his chin. “Well, I also broke into an abandoned gas station with my cousins, and then we went skinny dipping with some girls they knew, but I’m betting you won’t say that, either.”

  “No.” Jenny set down her pen. “Did you do anything school appropriate?”

  “Um, let’s see.” He pretended to look thoughtful for a moment. “Nope.”

  “Of course not.” Jenny was feeling a little uncomfortable with him. She’d heard that he got around, but she didn’t expect it to be true. She also couldn’t help but think of her own pathetic summer; she’d locked herself in her room and read the entire time.

  “Let me guess: You did nothing fun?” He raised one eyebrow.

  “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she blurted out.

  “What?” He looked taken aback by her bluntness. “Have fun?”

  “No, raise one eyebrow,” she explained, feeling lame.

  He just nodded and went to sketching on a blank page in his notebook. Jenny bit her bottom lip and looked around the room; everyone else was well under way with their interviews. Mrs. Tanner sat at her computer, playing solitaire. Jenny glanced back to Chance as he absentmindedly doodled. “Chance?” she asked.

  “Yeah?” He looked up, his eyes surprisingly sweet.

  “How many girls have you slept with?” The question sprang from her lips before she could contain it. She quickly looked away from him and blushed. How could I be so stupid? she thought. You can’t go around asking people those things!

  He let out an amused chuckle and said, “That’s none of your business, Little Miss Really-Likes-Having-As.”

  “Sorry.” She fidgeted with her pen.

  “Do you always wear your hair in a ponytail?” he asked. He gestured to the tangled mess of brown hair she had shoved back in an elastic band.

  “Yeah, it’s a bitch to straighten,” she admitted.

  His eyes lit up. “Aha, so you’re not perfect. Now we’re getting somewhere.”

  “I never said that I was perfect,” she mumbled, feeling insecure. “I just try to be.”

  “Yeah, you do seem like the type who is desperate for approval.” He returned to his doodle.

  Anger flared as Jenny snapped: “Hey, you don’t know anything about me. Don’t pretend to.”

  A lazy smile formed at Chance’s lips as he looked up at her through his blond bangs. “Relax, Little Miss Really-Likes-Having-As. I know nothing of your life and I’m okay with that.” He flipped to a clean page in his notebook and started writing frantically. “You did give me an idea, though, so maybe you’re good for something.”

  Jenny stared at him in confusion. “What idea? What are you writing? We don’t have time—”

  “Relax,” he said again. “I’ve got this covered, seriously. When she calls on us, just work off of me and we’re golden.”

  Jenny glanced around the room at all the other partners huddled close together, writing out scripts for their dialogs—and then back to Chance. Was Chance Masters really asking her to trust him? Doubt clouded her mind as she tried to sneak a peek at his chicken scratch.

  “You look like you’re having an episode,” Chance informed her, looking up. He reached out and pushed at the corners of her mouth, forcing them up. “At least look like you enjoy my company. I kind of have a reputation to uphold. Girls love me.”

  “Oh trust me, I’m aware.” She jerked away, trying not to let it show how much his touch affected her. Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Mrs. Tanner work her way back to the front of the classroom. “Chance, she’s going to call time, and we’re not ready.”

  “Yes, we are,” he informed her, closing his notebook. “We’re ready and we’re going to have the best dialog.”

  “We don’t have a script,” she reminded him in a frantic whisper.

  “Yes, we do.” He smirked.

  A nervous sweat began to form on her neck and back. “Then would you kindly fill me in?”

  “It’ll work better this way,” he a
ssured her as Mrs. Tanner called the class to order. “Besides, it was your idea.”

  “What was?” Jenny asked again, frantic.

  “Pretending to know you,” he whispered back.

  Before Jenny could reply, Mrs. Tanner called up the first group: Kelsey and Danny. They had a snooze-worthy discussion about Kelsey’s trip to Colorado and Danny’s quest to sleep for seventy-five hours straight. All through it, Jenny kept throwing worried glances at Chance, but he seemed as calm and collected as ever. Finally, after five more groups, Mrs. Tanner called on them.

  Chance sauntered to the front of the classroom, causing all the girls to pay attention. Jenny meekly followed him, cold sweat drenching her hands. She glanced from Chance to Mrs. Tanner and back again, waiting for this whole thing to blow up in his face. Chance shot her a wicked grin, cleared his throat, and began.

  “Well, it was actually pretty fortunate that Jenny was picked as my partner,” he told the class. “We spent most of summer break together, since our families are pretty close.”

  Jenny tried to control her expression, but she was sure the confusion in her eyes gave them away. She didn’t know where he was going with this. Mrs. Tanner was nodding approvingly, while the rest of the class looked between Chance and Jenny, trying to figure out how such a friendship was possible.

  “You see, Jenny came over the second day of vacation and helped my brother and me decorate for our annual summer cookout, like she does every year.” The class nodded, as if this was old information. They were actually buying it.

  “Yeah,” Jenny jumped in, trying to go with the flow. “I got there at, like, eight in the morning and no one was up. I had to bang on the door for at least ten minutes.”

  “Well, we like to sleep.” Chance grinned, happy that she was playing along.

  “You told me to get there at eight,” Jenny tossed back, surprised at how easy it was.

  “By ‘eight’ I mean, like, ‘twelve.’ You should know this already.” He turned back to face the class. “Anyway, after barging into our home at an ungodly time, Jenny and I spent the next few hours attempting to put up those tiki-torch lantern things.”

  “Which is not the easiest task when Chance’s brother keeps blowing them out.” Jenny sighed, enjoying herself. “We eventually gave up and just went with tiny American flags. It’s more traditional anyway.”

  “After that, we fought over who would light the grill. It’s usually me—”

  “Actually, we’re supposed to take turns,” she reminded him.

  “I did it the last two years in a row.” He crossed his arms, a playful spark in his brown eyes. “Obviously you just don’t remember it right.”

  “Oh please.” She tilted her head and smirked. “I got sick two years ago, remember? Your mother accidentally put expired eggs in the cookies and I spent the whole day throwing up. You stole the grill from me my year.”

  “Whatever, it’s my house and my grill.” He turned back to the class. “We were fighting over who got to do it, and suddenly—”

  “The lighter broke when Chance tried to tug it out of my hands,” Jenny finished. “He tends to break a lot of things.”

  “I broke your Barbie sunglasses when we were seven. Get over it, Wessler.”

  “You ran them over with your bike, Masters.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t have left them in my driveway,” he said, as if that solved everything.

  “Anyway, back to the story,” Jenny continued, loving the way the class seemed intrigued. She couldn’t believe they were actually buying it. “We ended up getting banned from the house while decorating continued.”

  “We went to Jenny’s house instead.” Chance took it from her. “We ended up just spending most of our time there, honestly.”

  “Well, I was kind of trying to cook things for the party.” Jenny sighed again. “You just came with me to annoy me and eat my food.”

  “Not to annoy,” Chance corrected. “To relieve you from boredom.”

  “Either way you word it, a distraction is still a distraction.”

  Before Jenny could pick the story back up, Mrs. Tanner called time. The class clapped as they had to after every dialogue, and the two made it back to their desks. The rest of the partners went up and spoke, but Jenny didn’t pay them any mind. Her thoughts were all on Chance and how easy it was to get up there and play make-believe with him. Hell, she half believed their lie herself.

  She looked over to find Chance looking back at her. He smiled his boyish grin and gave a thumbs-up. She returned the gesture and the grin before giving her attention back to the speakers. After everyone was done and Mrs. Tanner congratulated the class for their hard work, the bell rang, signaling lunch.

  Kelsey came up as Jenny was shoving her books into her backpack. With a cautious look at Chance, Kelsey whispered, “I didn’t know you and Chance knew each other.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Jenny smiled, keeping up the charade. “We used to live next to each other when we were little.”

  “Now that you mention it, I think I used to see him around once or twice.” Kelsey nodded eagerly, her blond curls bouncing around her face. “You must’ve mentioned him at some point.”

  From the corner of her eye, Jenny saw Chance looking at them. She smiled and continued packing. “Totally.”

  “Well, I’m going,” Kelsey said, sensing that Jenny didn’t want her there. As soon as the bubbly blonde left, Jenny turned to look at Chance. A smirk formed at her lips.

  “Well, I apologize for freaking out,” she said. The boy leaned against the edge of his desk and smiled, encouraging her to continue. “Obviously, you were able to handle things. I should’ve just relaxed.”

  He shook some hair out of his face and laughed. “Thanks, Little Miss Really-Likes-Having-As. Coming from a model student like you, that means something.”

  “Don’t push it, Masters,” she threatened, pointing a finger.

  He reached out, grabbed her accusing hand, and shook it, smiling what she was beginning to think was his signature smile. “Jenny Wessler, this is clearly the start to a beautiful friendship.”

  “And that is an overused line.” But she smiled back anyway.

  Chance slung his backpack over his shoulder before offering her his arm. “Wessler?”

  Is this still part of the game? she wondered. After a moment’s hesitation, she laced her elbow through his arm, blushing slightly. “I’m going to regret this one day, aren’t I?”

  “Fat chance,” he scoffed. “Apparently, you’ve had years to get away from me.”

  A knot twisted in the pit of her stomach, excitement welling up in her. “I guess I haven’t learned my lesson yet.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  MAGGIE ANN MARTIN hails from Des Moines, Iowa, but moonlights as a New Yorker. She has a shiny new BA in English and journalism from the University of Iowa, the most welcoming literary community in the world. When she is not writing, you can find her binge-watching TV shows or passionately fangirling over fictional characters on the internet. The Big F is her debut novel. Visit her online at maggieannmartin.com, or sign up for email updates here.

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  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Chapter 1: Failure

  Chapter 2: Fate

  Chapter 3: Final

  Chapter 4: Friendships

  Chapter 5: Fluke

  Chapter 6: Fun

  Chapter 7: Future

  Chapter 8: Fire

  Chapter 9: Family

  Chapter 10: Firsts

  Chapter 11: Foreboding

 
Chapter 12: Fame

  Chapter 13: Faster

  Chapter 14: Festivities

  Chapter 15: Formal

  Chapter 16: Feast

  Chapter 17: Fever

  Chapter 18: Fortune

  Chapter 19: Frustration

  Chapter 20: Fracture

  Chapter 21: Feeling

  Acknowledgments

  Swoonworthy Extras

  About the Author

  Copyright

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