MAKING UP BLAKE - Will An Imaginary Boyfriend Doom Them All? (Excerpt)

To my displeasure, we each had to say a few words when our name was called to fetch our diploma. It could’ve been a speech, a thank you, words of wisdom ... pretty much anything.

The auditorium buzzed until just after six, when the lights dimmed. Our collective parents—hundreds of them—snapped pictures from the bleachers. Cameras were recording. Our every move would be watched, over and over again, for generations.

Yeah, it made me sick.

Even I snoozed through Anna’s valedictorian speech. I felt bad, because I knew how hard she prepared for it. I knew how hard she worked just to be able to give it—but at the same time, I needed toothpicks for my eyelids.

Since Pawlak comes after Morrison, Luke sat rows behind me. But I could feel his eyes on me, and I couldn’t wait for nine o’clock the next morning, so I could feel more than just those on me.

Mr. Bias handed out diplomas. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this clueless man being my last encounter with high school staff, ever. But, even though he’s an idiot, I still kind of liked him.

I liked him, because he actually got me out of math class. I liked him, because—on very rare occasions—his advice was helpful. I liked him, because, with him, I could talk about anything.

I liked him, because—if I ever dared to miss him—I could easily just watch a Cuba Gooding, Jr. movie, and feel like I’m seeing him again.

“You know, I was your age once,” he said with his permanent grin. He stood on stage in black pants, a white dress shirt and red tie. “I remember all too well how you’re feeling this very moment—how much I couldn’t wait to get out of school and just get on with my life!

“And here I am, twenty years later—still in school, and not going anywhere.” His smile faded. “In a way, it’s like life in prison, without the possibility of parole.”

The crowd laughed. Cameras flashed at him in the dim room.

“The thing is,” he continued, his voice echoing, “it’s not all bad. I mean, most of it is. But on occasion, I get satisfaction from my job. When someone comes to me for advice, I help them out, and I feel accomplished—whether I’d helped them prepare for the SATs, helped them decide on a school, or comforted them when their best friend landed herself in the newspaper,” he said, looking at me with that grin.

I shrunk a bit when others joined him. The place grew hot when people didn’t look away fast enough.

It’s okay, though, I saw Lilly shrink, too.

“I want everyone here to know that they can always come to me. Any time. If you ever have a problem,” Mr. Bias exclaimed, “or if you have news you'd like to share—college graduation, marriage, a new baby, or especially if you win the lottery—feel free to call and share!” His gaze fell, and he sniffled into the microphone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He stopped to compose himself for a moment, then picked up a list off the lectern. “Jake Andrews,” he read, preparing the first diploma.

People actually cheered—he must have a large family. He dashed up on stage in his black cap and gown, claiming his diploma and holding it victoriously for all to see.

Cameras flashed at him. “I did it! Now it’s time to party!”

And, believe it or not, the crowd went wild.

“Alex Anniston,” Mr. Bias continued, just as I felt my phone vibrate.

I reached into my gown and pulled it out of my pocket. There was a message notification, and I knew it was surely from Nikki.

I looked at the bleachers, where Andre sat by my parents, Troy, and the Jacobsons, in a red tee shirt and black jeans. The guy looks great in red, which, I’m sure, is why he wore it so much—it made him fiery hot.

“Gino Barone!”

Gino rushed on stage, grabbed his diploma and flashed a thumbs up for the camera. “I’d like to thank my ma for her support, my dad for his guidance, and my ex-girlfriend for making the Barones filthy freakin’ rich! You already paid for my college, baby!”

People laughed and glanced at Lilly.

Gino jetted off stage.

Mr. Bias continued calling the rest of the B’s, so I figured I had time to answer a little question. I clicked on the message icon. To my surprise, the message was not from Nikki, but from her boyfriend, Blake:

Hiya, hot stuff.

I stared at it. Surely this is intended for the supermodel he’s dating?

You messaged the wrong account,

I typed in response, and put the phone back in my pocket.

A minute later, it vibrated again.

No I didn’t.

A friend request popped up. I stared at the screen.

“Jenna...” I vaguely heard Mr. Bias say, and she hurried up on stage.

“Like, oh my God!” she squealed. “It’s time to shop!”

I quickly accepted the friend request, still kind of confused. This incredibly handsome guy—with dirty blond hair, dreamy chocolate eyes, and an amazing build—wanted to be friends with me.

Not the first time that’s happened, I thought as I felt my ring.

I grew suddenly nervous. Nikki would surely see this friendship—wouldn’t she expect an explanation?

And why is he sending me a winky face?

“Lilly Jacobson!” Mr. Bias held up her diploma.

Lilly hurried on stage, her veil of blond hair practically trailing behind her. She really was turning into Rapunzel.

She grabbed her diploma and squealed. “I want to thank my mom for being awesome; I want to thank my brother for his super-hot friends; I want to thank Troy De La Fontaine for being born,” she gushed, waving to him in the bleachers. “And since my dad didn’t show up, I want to thank Burke Jacobson for raising me!”

The crowd cheered. A sea of cameras flashed, and she actually curtsied. 

And, although I should’ve been cheering for Lilly—and about to be called on any minute myself—something possessed me to go through that Blake guy’s photos. Because, you know, that’s what friends do.

And we were friends now, Blake and I.

For some odd reason.

I’m not sure why looking at the guy’s pics was a priority. I’m not sure why I even friended him. I’m not sure why he would bother noticing me, let alone be messaging me.

I’m not sure why I was salivating!

The first of many was a picture of him under the shower head. His expression was hot, his muscles were tense, his abs were wet. He looked absolutely luscious under that steaming hot shower.

And I was thinking,

Who the hell took this picture?

The next one showed him outside, shirtless on a bright summer day. He sported denim shorts, and he leaned against a large tree trunk. His body glistened, like someone rubbed oil all over him. It was quite refreshing.

Was it sweat? Sweat from what? Outside. By a tree.

In the next photo, he was in a swimming pool. His hair was wet and sleek. His biceps were monstrous, his lower lip curled seductively, and his eyes were deep. It’s like he was making love to the camera or something.

I scrolled to the next picture, of Blake on the beach, in a red speedo, dusted in sand. His eyes were soulful, his every curve was delightful, his bulge—

“Adonia Morrison!”

“I wasn’t looking at his johnson!” I blurted.

And after an instant of deathly silence,

The crowd. Went. Wild.

They roared with laughter.

Cameras blinded me.

They shone a freakin’ spotlight on me.

I stumbled out of my chair, disoriented as an idiot.

Beside myself, I made my way past a maze of legs, afraid someone would trip me.

Because, you know ... I wasn’t embarrassed enough.

I staggered breathlessly onto the stage.

People still snapped away—hundreds of photos per second. I could feel the red in my face, and I wasn’t breathing.

I don’t even recall looking at Mr. Bias. It was all a blur. Humiliated, I couldn’t think.

I was ... I was ... forgetting something.

My speech. I’d forgotten my speech.

And I didn’t want “I wasn’t looking at his johnson!” to be my senior speech—the last thing I uttered to anyone in that school.

My legacy.

So, in a breathless panic, all I could think of were the ironic words of a Chinese proverb,

“Wisdom is attained by learning to hold one’s tongue.”

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Excerpt from FINDING TROY by Chrissy Favreau

My Best Friend's Brother: Finding Troy 

Dinner with the Jacobsons was not going well. Dad looked like he wanted to stab Luke in the throat with a salad fork.

For simply meeting me.

Okay, so Luke’s done more than just meet me. Especially in his Jeep the previous night. But, considering he was still alive, Dad couldn’t possibly know about that.

Luke was seated beside me, across from my father. He sported black jeans, a metallic blue shirt, and his silver chain. His icy blue eyes glided over to me from time to time. I hadn’t heard him breathe in a while, and hoped he’d survive dinner.

Because my life would really suck without him.

“Paul,” Burke said in his thick accent, trying to get Dad’s glare off my poor—okay, not so poor—fiancé.

“Paul!” Mom kicked him under the table. Her eyes bulged and her mostly drawn-in eyebrows formed a scowl.

“What?” Dad groaned.

“I am off next week for spring break. Would you like me to chaperone the trip to Prince George?” Burke asked, gesturing to me.

It’s amazing how much Burke will do for the sake of Dad’s sanity—which isn’t all there, anyway. Never mind his stepdaughter was going on the same trip with Troy De La Fontaine and Gino Barone—Burke Jacobson felt he had to tag along to babysit me.

Troy sat on one side of Lilly, in black jeans and a white tank top, regularly peeking at her. Gino sat on the other, in khaki pants and a brown shirt, practically burning a hole through Troy’s face.

So much for Luke’s best friends getting along.

It’s obvious to anyone with half a brain that those two would have no problem killing each other.

Painfully.

“I don’t know if she’s going,” Dad grumbled.

“Paul would like that, thank you, Burke.” Mom stabbed her pork chop and shook her head at my father, her dreamcatcher earrings swaying as she did.

Burke ran a hand through his messy mocha hair. “Ah, no worries, Paul. She won’t even be gone a week, yes?”

Burke had to know it was pointless—Dad barely survived my trip to Switzerland. He’s going to flip when he hears I’m moving out with Luke Pawlak—which is why I’d decided it may be best not to tell him.

Ever.

Perhaps my ring was a clue, but I would not dream of telling Dad Luke and I planned to live together before getting married. He’s old-fashioned like that.

And a hypocrite, to boot.

“Gino, are you feeling hot?” Mrs. Jacobson looked concerned. “Your face is so red!”

Gino glanced at her, shook his head no, gave a hint of a smile and went back to glaring at Troy.

“May I be excused?” Lilly asked awkwardly.

“No,” Mrs. Jacobson said. “Eat your sweet potato.”

Lilly brushed some long blond hair over her shoulder and heaved a sigh. She wore a hot pink tee shirt and jeans, and even in clothes so plain, she was gorgeous.

“If you don’t want your sweet potato, I’ll take it,” Sullivan offered.

Lilly flashed a fake smile. “Please do.”

Sullivan reached over the table, grabbed her potato and—between “Ow!”s— dumped it on his plate.

Lilly looked to her mother. “Now may I be excused?”

Luke cleared his throat. “It’s been a whole five minutes since she last did her make-up.”

With one swift swing, Lilly whacked him over the head. This time, he didn’t even see it coming.  “Shut up, Lukasz.”

“Enough,” Mrs. Jacobson growled.

“It’s been at least fifteen, Luke,” Troy said in his light French accent. “Not that Lilly even needs make-up.”

Lilly grinned before her glance turned to Gino.

Luke snickered. “She’s all right as far as girls go.”

I rolled my eyes.

“She’s all right....” Troy threw his head back and laughed. “She’s ... she’s...” His voice trailed off, and he gazed at her, mesmerized. “Stunning.”

Gino clenched his jaw.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Mom said, looking at her. “I always thought so, too.”

Who doesn’t?

Lilly sighed and sat back in her seat. She obviously wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Too bad I’m not older!” Sullivan boasted. “She’s smoking hot!”

Everyone looked at him.

He shrugged. “What?”

“Is this an appropriate conversation for such a young man?” Mom pushed on his back to straighten his posture.

“Yeah,” Sullivan said simply.

Dad chuckled, and Mom shot him a look.

“Troy, isn’t she hot?” Sullivan asked boldly.

All eyes were on Troy in an instant.

“Stunning,” Troy repeated with a smirk. “Don’t you think so, Gino?”

Gino leered at him. “Yeah. Sure glad I saw her first.”

Lilly’s eyes widened, and her forehead glistened.

Our parents—minus Dad—meant for this “peaceful” family dinner to bring us all together.

I’m not sure what they were thinking!

“I saw her before any of you,” Luke said, “and I sometimes wish I hadn’t.”

Lilly moved to smack him again, but Luke laughed and moved his head.

“Do you two not get along?” Dad asked, oblivious.

“We do on occasion,” Luke said, growing serious. “This isn’t one of those, though.”

“I thought twins have a magical bond that makes them get along,” Dad said between bites of salad.

“No.” Mrs. Jacobson smiled. “There is no such bond.”

“The only bond Lukasz has,” Lilly briefed, “is a cushy savings bond.”

Everyone laughed. Everyone but me, Luke, and Gino.

“Gee, thanks, Rapunzel,” Luke said.

“You’re welcome.” Lilly moved some food around on her plate.

Gino crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “This is starting to feel like dinner at my house....”

“Well I’m sure glad I saw her!” Sullivan grinned and tucked his brown hair behind his ears. “I think about her every night!”

Luke grimaced.

Mom shot Sullivan a look.

“How can that be?” I taunted. “I mean, she’s real!” That one, of course, was aimed at his girlfriend—whose existence was never proven, by the way. She’s like Bigfoot, or Nessie.

Sullivan crossed his arms. “She’s as real as you are.”

With another eye roll, I shook my head.

“Lilly, I love that necklace on you!” Mom said to change the subject.

Lilly’s hand went to her neck. Her fingers touched the impressive sapphire hanging on a heavy gold chain. “Thanks. Gino’s grandmother gave it to me. It’s a family heirloom, and I promised it would never leave my sight.” She glanced at Gino. “His grandma’s so sweet to me.”

Gino smiled and looked down.

Mom beamed. “That’s wonderful! It’s gorgeous!”

“I only take it off when I shower, or at night when I go to bed. And even then I feel kinda bad.”

Mom took a bite of her potato.

Gino and Lilly gazed at each other.

Burke cleared his throat. “Ah, as I was saying, Paul ... I reserved a two-room suite in Prince George. I have no problem going along with them, to supervise them on the trip. I need a vacation anyway.” 

Burke looked to his wife. “If you would like to go, the option is open, yes, Gwen?”

Mrs. Jacobson smiled. “Leave the cold to visit the cold?” She waved a hand at him. “I need to help Mrs. Barone at the restaurant. I promised.”

Burke looked at Gino. “Ah, I am so happy everything worked out for the Barones!”

Gino’s eyebrows gathered. “Yeah, my ma’s never been happier. She’s always wanted a successful restaurant.” His gaze softened and fell on Lilly. “Now she’s got one.”

“And now she can not have a vacation, yes?” Burke said with a grin.

Gino shrugged. “It doesn’t look like she minds.”

“They’re rolling in dough,” Sullivan noted. “Who would mind?”

Everyone looked at him, but nobody said anything. It must be awkward being my brother.

“That’s a good idea, Burke,” Dad said, glancing at Mom. “If Adonia must go.”

I thought I saw Mom roll her eyes. You would think people with PhD’s don’t roll their eyes.

“I will take care of her,” Burke said, gesturing to me. “No worries, Paul. No worries.”

At eighteen, I found this conversation beyond ridiculous.

“And if Burke doesn’t,” Sullivan said with a goofy grin, “Luke is bound to!”

Dad’s eyes widened, and his glare struck Luke. I could see the paranoia building in his head.

“I’ll make sure my friend Troy here doesn’t run off with her,” Luke joked, pointing to Troy.

Troy chuckled.

“I hear Troy has a history of that,” Burke said with a light smile.

Gino’s chest heaved.

My breaths grew rapid when I saw Dad’s face—he was white as a ghost.

“Dad,” I said. “He’s not serious.”

Dad looked breathless. “Troy runs off with girls?”

Luke nodded. “He used to steal my girlfriends in school.”

Dad’s brow creased. “How many did you have?”

Luke’s eyes widened. “Not many. I’m talking in middle school, no one...” He glanced at me. “...No one serious.”

Dad gnawed on his thumbnail.

Mom smacked his hand.

“In fact,” Luke added, his forehead growing glossy, “I never saw any of those girls outside of school.”

“I’m betting none of them liked to ski,” Lilly said dryly, eating some salad.

Dad stared. “I see.”

Luke’s eyes brushed mine, and settled on Dad again. “Troy’s an awesome guy. I trust him with my life.”

Dad knitted his eyebrows. “After he stole your girlfriends?”

Luke chewed some meat. “Yeah.”

“It’s okay, Dad,” Sullivan said. “Troy will pack a blow-up doll, too.”

Troy burst out laughing. “Ah, yeah?” When everyone looked at him, his face fell, and he looked down awkwardly.

Gino sat back in his seat. “Works for me.”

Troy pursed his lips.

Dad gripped his chest and heaved.

“Paul?” Burke narrowed his eyes. “Are you all right?”

Troy looked to Dad. “I don’t own a blow-up doll, if that helps, monsieur.”

Dad gasped for air. “No, Troy. That doesn’t help.”

“Troy!” Burke raised his eyebrows. “You are not making things better, yes?”

“Dad, stop freaking out!” Sullivan demanded. “Adonia’s got it covered, I saw pills in her dresser drawer!”

“You went through my stuff?!” I shrieked.

“Pills?” Dad said in a breathless panic. “She’s doing drugs?!” He looked at Luke. “You got my little girl into drugs? You got—” Dad wheezed. His body rattled.

Sullivan crinkled his nose. “Drugs...?”

“I’m not on drugs, it’s just birth control!” I blurted. “And why would I cheat? I wouldn’t sleep with another guy just because he’s smoking HOT!”

I froze as the words left my mouth. I’d done it again.

“I mean,” I attempted. “Not that I’d cheat in that sense, because we don’t do stuff! And besides, Mom got me the pills to regulate my period! They’re not for sex! How can we have sex when we’re not even married!”

Mom’s eyes glided over to Dad.

Luke swallowed hard.

My father heaved one final, terrified breath before he gripped his heart and collapsed.

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Excerpt from BOOK OF LUKE (My Best Friend's Brother, Book 2)

MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER: BOOK OF LUKE 

Mom sat in the kitchen with a coffee and pastry, planning a museum exhibit. “Hi, sweetheart,” she said, adjusting her glasses, not looking up. “How was school?”

“Good,” I said, pouring myself some orange juice.

“Wonderful! I mailed out the deposit for college, and made you an appointment with a gynecologist.” She looked up and saw my glare.

“You did what?” I spat.

“Well, you’re eighteen and moving out soon; I figured you’d want to get on birth control. The doctor’s also doing an ultrasound to make sure everything’s okay, with the cramps you’ve been having and such. I told him you’d rather do that than get blood tests, since you’re scared of needles.”

From the topic I could tell Dad wasn’t home. “Blood tests for what?” I demanded.

“To make sure you’re not pregnant,” she said bluntly.

“Mom,” I growled. “I’m not pregnant. They’re menstrual cramps.” I never admitted Luke and I even did stuff—she was assuming a bit much!

She sipped her coffee and glanced at me. “It doesn’t hurt to double check!”

I rolled my eyes. To think a few months ago I actually missed this woman as she wandered the desert with the Aborigines.

My hands rested on my hips. “Can we please cancel it?”

She waved a hand at me. “No time, Adonia, the appointment’s been made. And I don’t think you need a baby ruining college for you, so getting on the pill is a good idea.” She looked at me. “How’s Luke?”

I sat in the seat beside her. “He wants me to meet his dad.”

Her eyes widened. “That sounds big!”

“Yeah, that’s kind of a weird thing for a guy to do,” I said. “What do you think it means?”

She looked thoughtful for a moment. “It can mean a lot of things. Maybe his father requires to meet you, with the two of you moving out ... or ... well, you know.”

My face hit my hands. “Mom, we haven’t done that,” I lied, red as a lobster. “And now I’m even more nervous.” With the way I was feeling, I knew I’d end up thinking with my mouth sooner or later—with his dad there!

She tapped my hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I doubt his dad will care. About that.”

Clearly I need to work on my lying skills.

On television guys get pats on the back, and congratulated for scoring. I hoped that wouldn’t happen with me right there. Realistically, though, Luke would probably just get a weird look, and his dad would say, 

“You can’t get better than this Amish girl?”

Yes, I do feel that plain.

*****

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MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER (Book 1) - Excerpt

My guidance counselor sat with his feet on the desk, rocking in his leather office chair, looking through a Sports Illustrated while sucking on a lollipop.

I cleared my throat to make myself known. He jumped from his seat and flashed me a smile.

“Miss Morrison!” he said, gesturing to enter.

Henry Bias is a man of medium height who bears a striking resemblance to actor Cuba Gooding, Jr. Think Snow Dogs. Outbreak. Pearl Harbor. He sounds just like him, too.

He sat again as soon as I parked myself in the blue interrogation seat. He shoved the Sports Illustrated into his desk drawer. “Some boy left that here,” he totally lied. He straightened his tie. “And how are you today?”

“I could be better.”

His office makes me a bit claustrophobic. It’s almost entirely occupied by his enormous desk, some posters and his master’s degree. One poster on the wall above his head read,

“Psychology: know everything about everyone.”

That explains a lot.

“Good, good,” he said, pulling out my file. “Now, Adonia, you’re here because you want to talk.”

“I’m here because you want to talk,” I noted.

He looked at me with his permanent grin. “Right, right…” he said between his teeth. He took a deep breath and said, “Okay! How’s the boyfriend doing?”

“We broke up a month ago,” I reminded him.

“Oh,” he said sympathetically. “Do you want to talk about that?”

“No.”

“It’s good to talk about things that bother us!” he said enthusiastically. 

“It doesn’t bother me.” Jake-the-horny-toad Andrews was the last thing I wanted to discuss with him.

“Do you want to talk about anything that does bother you?” he asked, blindly turning pages in my file.

“Nope.”

“How’s Lilly? Your best friend? That’s her name, isn’t it?” 

Figures he wasn’t sure. Half the time I talk to him he’s in another dimension, staring above my head with that grin. “She’s going on vacation.”

“That’s nice.”

I shifted in my seat. “I’m kind of jealous.”

“Oh. So you want to talk about that?”

I shrugged. “I don’t want to....”

He looked above my head and nodded, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger. “Good, good. Go right ahead, I’m listening.”

My head fell into my hands. The next time I looked up he still smiled at the wall behind me; at a poster of two hula dancers on a Hawaiian beach.

Why couldn’t he schedule his stupid appointments during math? I’d rather be confused by Mr. Bias than be confused by math. 

“So you don’t want to talk?” he pressed once his vacation was over. “It’s confidential!” he exclaimed, grinning ear-to-ear.

I heaved a sigh. “My mom’s never home. Lilly’s mom is more of a mom to me than mine ever was. What does that tell you?” I pondered.

He held his chin and looked up thoughtfully. “That Lilly’s mom is a housewife and your mom isn’t?”

This guy’s got the most useless job on the face of the earth!

He held up a finger and searched frantically through my file. “She is a housewife, right?” He laughed nervously. “Well anyway, your mom’s career is clearly very high priority. She’s just doing the best she can. Have you considered your career path?”

“Yes... And it makes my head hurt.” 

“Good, good. That’s what I like to hear.” He scratched his head and thumped the eraser side of a pencil on his desk. “So, which university did you apply to?”

“I applied to the one in British Columbia.”

“Sick of Alaska?”

“It’s not that,” I said. “I just want to get away from home.” Far, far away.

Mr. Bias nodded. “Well, I moved up here for work,” he said, “and I can’t afford to leave!” His smile evaporated for a second as he stared, teary-eyed, into oblivion.

When he was back, his smile returned. “Any others?”

“No.” How many colleges do I need to get into, anyway? In the end, I can only attend one.

He laced his fingers and rested his hands on the desk. “How do your parents feel about that school?”

“I don’t know.” And I wanted to add, “I don’t care.”

“How do you think they feel about that school?”

My expression was blank.

“Well, let me rephrase that. How do you feel about how they might feel?” he asked with little hand gestures.

“I don’t know,” I repeated.

“Do you want to talk about it? This is a very confusing time for you, no question about that!”

I rolled my eyes. It’s funny how he thought he had to tell me that this was a ‘very confusing time’ for me. 

“Well then, I’ll see you next week! Unless you have other things you’d like to discuss today...?” He raised his eyebrows skeptically.

“No thanks,” I said, about to bolt out of there.

“Good, good. Feel free to come by any time you’d like to talk. I’m here to help!”

I left.

My parents, college, Jake, decision-making—everything I didn’t want to talk about, he brought up.

He even defended my poor excuse for a mother!

God, what’s that man paid for?

*****

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