The Fruit of My Lipstick (All About Us Series, Book 2)
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New Yorker Gillian Chang starts her second term at posh
She's falling hard for Lucas Hayes, who isn't even a senior yet and is already aiming at a Ph.D. in physics from Stanford. The problem is, she never seems to be able to measure up and be the girlfriend he wants. He's under a lot of pressure from his parents to achieve--maybe that's why he's short-tempered sometimes. But even a thick-skinned girl like Gillian can only take so much.
With her heart on the line, Gillian conceals more and more from her friends. So when she's accused of selling exam answer sheets, even her girlfriends, Lissa Mansfield and Carly Aragon, wonder if it can be true. Gillian will need the power of honesty--with herself and with Lucas--to show what she's really made of.
the seats in between were filled by Shani and a couple of kids from prayer circle, plus two or three from the Science Club who seemed to float around Lucas as though they were hoping to absorb more brilliance by osmosis. Lucas seemed to take it pretty gracefully. I mean, he wasn’t completely in Vanessa Talbot’s crowd (thank goodness), and at least he knew we were his friends—and we certainly had a lot more fun than Vanessa and Brett and Dani and Todd Runyon ever seemed to. “What’s the
find him in the library.” “Thanks.” Beneath my excitement for Lucas at this tremendous news was a little undercurrent of disappointment. So, okay, we’d both been in classes all morning, and now it was lunchtime, but still. He could have sent me a text message when he got out of class, couldn’t he? Or was he so new at this business of being a boyfriend that he hadn’t even thought of it? Sure enough, I found him in the library, surrounded by a celebrating crowd of science geeks. They didn’t
I blinked and focused. Proverbs 2. “If you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding . . . then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God. . . . Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you. Wisdom will save you from the ways of wicked men, from men whose words are perverse.” What had Lissa said? That I’d turned into some kind of silent accessory? I’d lost my voice—my ability to call out for anything—because Lucas didn’t like it. Didn’t
friends around me, I could almost fool myself that everything was normal. Almost. As soon as we walked through the big double doors, the tension rose up and smacked us in the face. Rory Stapleton, flushed and shaking, stood next to the popular kids’ table. Callum McCloud was eating like his life depended on it. Vanessa lounged against the end of a neighboring table where Lucas sat, watching Rory as though he were auditioning for American Idol. And DeLayne Geary and Brett Loyola were watching
happy today, on the last day of term. Lucas was expelled. Beefy Chick came up to me this morning and apologized. I got an Incomplete in my efforts with the personal trainer—but it was better than the F that I deserved, and it meant I never had to run one more lap of the track in my entire life. I still didn’t know how I’d done in AP Chem or English, but all in all, life was good. Except for one thing. Okay, two things. One, I was not looking forward to spending my entire spring break at