First Date
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First Date
First Date
Krista McGee
© 2011 by Krista McGee
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Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.
Scripture quotations are taken from the NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE®. © The Lockman Foundation 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977. Used by permission.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
McGee, Krista, 1974–
First date / Krista McGee.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-4016-8488-4 (soft cover)
1. Orphans—Fiction. 2. Reality television programs—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3613.C457F57 2012
813’.6—dc22
2011030772
Printed in the United States of America
11 12 13 14 15 16 QG 6 5 4 3 2 1
To my husband, David.
Your passion for Christ and
dedication to family inspire
me daily. I love you.
Contents
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
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Acknowledgments
Reading Group Guide
About the Author
Chapter 1
You’re going to be on television, Addy,” Mr. Lawrence said, as if it were a good thing. As if all seventeen-year-old girls dreamed of being told that and Addy should jump up from her seat, squeal, and thank him for the opportunity.
“The show is supposed to be a cross between America’s Next Star, Survivor, and The Bachelor, with a little Miss America thrown in.”
Addy tried to calm herself. On the walk from her AP US History class to the office, she had imagined dozens of possible scenarios as to why the principal would want to see her in the middle of the day. Suddenly my fear that I’ve bombed the SATs doesn’t seem quite so awful.
“It’s called The Book of Love.” Mr. Lawrence looked at Addy with eyebrows raised.
The wrinkles on his forehead were very much like the lined paper Addy left on her desk when she was called out of her class to come here. The paper she should be working on right now.
“The president’s son is going to choose a date for his senior prom on live television.”
Addy wasn’t a big fan of teen magazines, but she would have to be blind not to know about Jonathon Jackson. His movie-star looks and leader-of-the-free-world father made him the poster of choice for many teenage girls across the country.
“But I thought he was dating that girl from the Disney Channel,” Addy said.
“Janie Smart?” Mr. Lawrence leaned forward, his eyes dancing. “Where have you been? They broke up last month. It was huge news.” He clicked his mouse a few times, then turned his computer screen to face Addy.
She read that Jonathon had asked Janie to come to a state dinner with his parents and she refused. Apparently, Janie had already made plans to promote her new TV movie in LA. Jonathon was supposedly very upset—as was the journalist whose article Addy was reading.
“Who turns down a chance to meet heads of state so she can schmooze with Mickey Mouse?” He shook his head.
So Jonathon ended the relationship. Teenage girls across the country must have rejoiced at the news. “He broke up with his girlfriend and decided to choose his next date on reality TV?” Addy rolled her eyes. “That makes no sense.”
“Actually, it makes a lot of sense. Jonathon Jackson will make a fortune from this.” Mr. Lawrence looked at Addy, his expression full of hope. “Our school stands to make a fortune as well.”
“Our school?”
“You will represent our school in the competition,” he announced with a clap. “If you win, even if you make it to the Top Thirty, our school will receive so much publicity, our numbers will double, maybe even triple, next year.”
Addy knew her small Christian school was struggling to bring in new students. With the economy crumbling, many couldn’t afford to pay its rising tuition costs. She had heard rumors that if something didn’t change soon, the school would close next year. While she certainly didn’t want to be forced to transfer schools her senior year, she was not about to sacrifice her self-respect in order to keep it open.
“I’m honored you think I could do this, Mr. Lawrence,” she began, hoping she wouldn’t hyperventilate mid–sentence, “but I’m really not interested.”
Addy was the last girl who wanted to be in a reality TV show. I don’t even try out for school plays. Not since that time in third grade when I was forced to play a molar in Tooth or Dare.
“It’s already done.” He leaned back and reached into his desk drawer for a large white envelope. The envelope had a mock presidential seal on the front, the eagle replaced with a chubby, winking cupid holding “The Book of Love.” Addy’s name was drawn on a piece of parchment paper in one of the cupid’s hands. Jonathon’s name was on the other.
Her face got warm. “People on reality TV are there for a reason.” She stood and looked toward the door. “They want attention. I don’t want attention. I want to get good grades and get into an Ivy League school. Period.”
“Listen, Addy, you can be exactly who you are, and if you generate a large enough fan base, you can write your own ticket.” He motioned for her to sit down. “Look at what has happened to some of these reality TV stars.” He began clicking again, but Addy turned the computer screen back toward her principal.
“But I don’t want to be a reality TV star.” She slumped back into the leather chair. “I don’t want to be any kind
of star at all. Why don’t you ask Alice Harrington or Tiffany Weaver or one of those girls? They’d kill for an opportunity like this.”
“That’s exactly why I didn’t choose them. One hundred schools were contacted. They were chosen at random from every secondary school in the country. We are privileged to be one of them. We can each send one girl. I imagine most of the principals will be picking their drama stars and head cheerleaders. I think we can have an edge in the competition by sending you.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Addy bristled, once again standing to leave.
“Sorry. That didn’t come out right. Please, sit back down.” Mr. Lawrence waited as Addy dropped back into her seat. “I don’t believe our school was chosen by chance. God was in that ‘random’ drawing.” He walked around his desk and sat beside Addy. “Mrs. Lawrence and I talked about this for a while last night. We’ve watched you grow up, and we know the kind of young woman you are. You will represent our school well, but you will also represent Christ well. That’s why I believe our school was chosen—to give Jesus some good press for a change.”
Addy’s heart raced. From the time she was young, people expected her to be a spiritual giant because her parents had been missionaries. She knew she could never live up to those expectations, so she learned to stay quiet and live in the shadows. So far, that tactic had worked for her.
“Look what you and Lexi have accomplished this year with the girls’ Bible study.” He blinked back tears. “Twenty girls staying after school on Mondays to study God’s Word. And you initiated that.”
Addy shook her head. She and God had had many arguments before she finally talked to Lexi about starting that Bible study. Her friend was thrilled at the idea, but Addy was nervous about being in charge. What if she messed up? What if no one came? But in the end, she knew it was what God wanted her to do, so she obeyed.
But this TV show. This is a lot more difficult than leading a Bible study for girls at my school. She didn’t mind talking about her faith with other Christians, but sharing her faith with those who didn’t believe terrified her.
“I can’t,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“Pray about it, Addy. Please. I have, and I am convinced God wants you in this.”
“But, Mr. Lawrence—”
“God will let you know if this is right for you.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of. “When do I have to make a decision?”
“Your flight leaves at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Chapter 2
The Book of Lo-o-ove,” Lexi, Addy’s best friend since third grade, said, looking at the glossy folder with the chubby cupid on the front.
The pair had been given permission to leave school early. Mr. Lawrence wanted Addy to have time to peruse the information packet from the show. Lexi was allowed to go along as moral support. Settling into a booth at their favorite coffee shop, the girls sipped frappuccinos.
The bell above the door announced another customer had entered.
“It’s Spencer, Addy.” Lexi drew out his name, like a second grader beginning the song, “Spencer and Addy, sittin’ in a tree . . .”
Addy put the menu in front of her face. “Lexi, what have I told you about whispering?”
“That was loud?” Lexi looked at Addy with a frown.
Addy peeked over her menu. “Oh no. He’s coming over here. I’m going to kill you.”
Lexi waved at him. “Hey, Spencer. Want to join us?”
Addy put down her menu and looked up. Spencer Adams was the cutest boy at school. Because of his Cuban heritage, Spencer had creamy olive skin and dark brown hair, with eyes to match. And suddenly those eyes were looking right at Addy.
“Thanks, but I have to get right back to school.” He motioned toward the door. “I’m an office aide, and the coffeemaker in the teacher’s lounge isn’t working.” Spencer pulled out a piece of paper containing several orders.
Lexi opened her mouth to say something else, but Spencer was already walking away.
“That went well.” Lexi watched Spencer walk to the counter and talk with the pretty barista. “He spoke to you. That only took five years. Maybe by the time you’re thirty, you can have an actual conversation.”
Addy fanned herself with the menu. “I doubt he even knows my name.”
“Because you don’t talk to him. You’ve been crushing on him since we were, what, twelve?”
Addy looked at her friend. “I find him attractive. That’s all. I like brown-eyed boys.”
“Jonathon Jackson has brown eyes.” Lexi grinned.
“Please. If Spencer Adams won’t give me the time of day, then the president’s son definitely won’t.”
“You never know.” Lexi picked up the packet. “Your names could be written in The Book of Love.”
“Very funny.”
“What kind of name is that, anyway? The Book of Love?”
“It’s from an old 1950s song, Lex.”
“Who listens to music from the 1950s?”
“Uncle Mike.” Addy shot Lexi a “duh” stare.
“That’s oldies music?” Lexi snorted. “I thought he had committed some crime and listening to that music was his punishment.”
Addy laughed. “You better not say that to him.”
“Why not? I’m just about as big as he is now. I can take him.” Lexi flexed her biceps and grinned.
Addy looked at her friend and had to agree. At just under six feet tall and just over two hundred pounds, Lexi Summers was a force to be reckoned with.
“Oh, I see.” Addy pointed to the middle of the first page of information. “Chad Beacon recorded an updated version of the song. It’s going to come out the same week the show premieres.”
“Chad Beacon? Who’s that?”
“Lex, seriously. Where were you last spring? Chad Beacon is our age and won America’s Next Star. Don’t you remember how half the girls in school kept talking about him? They put posters up in the bathroom stalls and everything. It was crazy.”
“Last spring.” Lexi tapped her fingers on her chin. “What was happening last spring? Oh, I remember. Last spring I was the first sophomore ever to hit one thousand points in basketball.”
“Anyway, back to the reason we’re here, please.” Addy straightened the papers on the table. “You have to help me find a good reason to tell Mr. Lawrence I won’t do this.”
“Interesting, because Mr. Lawrence told me I was here to help you find a reason to do this.” Lexi sipped her drink. “Quite a conundrum we’re in, isn’t it?”
“You can’t honestly be thinking this is a good idea.”
“Why not, Addy?”
“You’ve known me almost my whole life. Why would you think this is something I’d want to do?”
“You didn’t ask me if I thought this was something you’d want to do.” Lexi sucked the last of her frappuccino. “You asked me if I thought this was a good idea.”
“And why is it a good idea?”
“Hello.” Lexi put her elbows on the table and leaned toward Addy. “Number one, Jonathon Jackson is super hot. I mean, come on. Have you seen him?”
“A perfect reason for me not to go.” Addy leaned back. “He’s got all kinds of girls throwing themselves at him all the time. Which means, number one, he wouldn’t ever be interested in me. And number two, he’s probably incredibly conceited.”
“Fine, let’s say you have no chance with the boy.”
Addy rubbed her temples.
“Reason number two: You’re on TV. Addy Davidson, a television superstar. Every girl at school will want to be you. Every boy will want to date you. Spencer Adams will be the first in line.” Lexi lowered her voice in an attempt to sound like Spencer. “‘Oh, Addy. I’ve been blind all these years. Why have I been dating the cheerleaders and the pretty coffee girls when you’ve been right here, right under my nose all this time? I love you, Addy.’” Lexi made loud kissing noises and several customers turned to l
ook. Spencer, grabbing the last of his order, among them.
Addy sank farther into her seat. “Shh.”
Spencer walked past the girls without even a nod. The bell rang as he left the shop and Addy sighed. “Look, I don’t even want to date. Not right now.”
“Because nobody’s asked you out.”
Addy stuck her tongue out at her friend. “We’ve talked about this before. God first, boys later.”
“I know.” Lexi sighed. “But we can appreciate all the fine merchandise without having to buy anything.”
Addy laughed. “I don’t want to window shop. I want to get through high school with a good GPA.”
“And get into an Ivy League college,” Lexi finished. “I know. But, Addy, seriously. You have been chosen to be on TV. And it’s only for, what, a month? A month out of your life to enjoy fame and pampering and . . . what else?” Lexi looked through the papers in the information packet. She pointed to the second page. “Ooh, challenges and contests. That sounds fun.”
“Are you even listening to me?” Addy tried to pull the papers from Lexi’s hand, but her friend turned to the side and kept reading. “I don’t want to be on a show where I’m trying to win a date with a boy. It’s embarrassing.”
Lexi pointed to the third sheet. “Look, it says you won’t even get an actual date with Jonathon until the very end. Once you’ve proven your worth.”
“I don’t want to prove my worth.” Addy grabbed the papers and stuffed them back into the envelope.
“Stop being so stubborn. Go on the show. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.”
“I know you mean well, Lexi. But I can’t do this. It’s not for me.” She looked at her phone. “I’m going home. At least I know Uncle Mike will be on my side. He’ll help me tell Mr. Lawrence no.”
“You told Mr. Lawrence I would do this?”
Her uncle had been waiting for Addy when she got home, her suitcase out and clean laundry folded on her bed.
“Calm down, Addy-girl.” He pulled travel-sized shampoos and conditioners out of a Walmart bag. “This is nothing to be afraid of. It’s an amazing opportunity. Talk about being a light in the darkness. Your parents would be so proud.”