Pride
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Kaia's getting it on with bachelor #1, though scruffball Reed's gotten to be quite an interesting distraction.
Kane and Harper got exactly what they planned:
Namely, Beth and Adam. (Though to keep gettin' it, their secrets -- and pasts -- best stay forgotten.)
Miranda got her heart broken, but now she's all decked with a new look and strategy.
Sometimes, though, you only think you've got everything....
Robin Wasserman
Robin Wasserman is a graduate of Harvard University and the author of several successful novels for young adults. A recent recipient of a MacDowell fellowship, she lives in Brooklyn, New York. Girls on Fire is her first novel for adults.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enjoyed & am finally donating as I need to cull bookshelves before moving. Read the whole series & have a soft spot for the movie as well.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Small towns in California are just as boring as they seem, especially Grace. The high school is full of beer, drama and sex, and love triangles with more than just three sides. Queen bee Harper loves sports star Adam, who is head over heels for little miss perfect Beth, who life-long player Kane has decided would be worth settling down for, to the dismay of plain boring Miranda, who finds herself lusting for Kane at all hours of the day. And this is all just before Kaia, big time New York City girl, moves in. She throws the popularity circle at Grace’s high school for a loop as she goes for everyone – including the new, beautiful French teacher Mr. Powell. If there ever was a batch of good books to read at the beach, pool, or couch on a rainy day – these are they.
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Pride - Robin Wasserman
Chapter
1
They wanted him. All of them. He knew it.
And he loved it.
Kane Geary had developed many gifts in his eighteen years of life, not least of which was a finely tuned radar for the appreciative stares of beautiful women. And tonight, he could feel their eyes on him, their gazes drawn to him from all over the restaurant. The luscious redhead in the back booth, stealing glances over her date’s sloping shoulders; the trim blonde waiting for the bathroom, zeroing in on his chiseled pecs; their perky waitress, shamelessly grazing his shoulder as she leaned across him to lay out their food—even the age-weathered brunette up in front was joining in the fun, catching his eye with a wink every time her balding husband’s back was turned.
Seated on the edge of Chez Jacques’s spacious dining room, which bustled with the well-bridled enthusiasm of a small-town Saturday night, Kane was, quite simply, the center of attention. Which was exactly how he liked it. Not that Kane was an attention-grabber, one of those tedious people who talked too much, too fast, too loudly. That would be too obvious. And far too much work. Instead, he waited, knowing that his smoldering good looks and effortless grace would eventually and inevitably draw the world to him. Or, more specifically, draw the girls.
They came in all shapes, colors, and sizes, and they wanted only one thing: him. Which meant that Kane could take his pick. And he usually did.
This time, he thought, smiling at the blond beauty sitting across the table from him, I may be onto something. Beth Manning seemed to have it all: brains, personality, body by Barbie… and, as of two months ago, she had him.
She was, to put it mildly, an unlikely choice. Haven High’s resident most-likely-to-succeed, a power player when it came to AP classes and extracurriculars, a nobody when it came to anything else. Beth was the world’s original nice girl,
and Kane knew that, until recently, dating him had never crossed her mind. Nice girls didn’t date Kane Geary. They stuck with people like Adam Morgan, Mr. All-American, earnest, good-hearted, and sweet as apple pie. But now Adam was history, and Beth was all his.
All it had taken was a little hard work, just a few surreptitious pushes in the right direction… and here she was. Tossed aside by her beloved boyfriend, who’d caught her cheating. With Kane. Or, at least, Adam thought he’d caught her. Kane smirked. You’d think that after their years of friendship, Adam would have realized that when it came to Kane, what you see is rarely what you get. But Adam hadn’t bothered to look deeper; and Kane hadn’t hesitated before swooping in to claim his prize.
And what a prize. Perched primly on the edge of her seat, her hand on his, his foot grazing her leg beneath the table. Gazing at him with those open, grateful eyes—as if a dinner at Chez Jacques, the overpriced French bistro
whose chef and menu were about as French as McDonald’s french fries, was proof of his boundless love. Yes, it was the best restaurant in town
—but when your town was a dusty assortment of liquor stores and burned-out buildings like Grace, California, and when most local cuisine tasted as if a handful of desert dirt and cacti had been tossed in for local flavor,
best restaurant in town wasn’t saying much. Not that Beth seemed to realize it. Kane supposed that a lifetime in Grace—or perhaps a year with Adam—had dulled her expectations. Or at least her tastebuds.
She’d temporarily dispensed with her daily uniform, a bland T-shirt and jeans, and was instead wearing a low-cut satin dress, a pale sky blue that matched her eyes. With her long, blond hair swept into a loose knot at the nape of her neck and the long, silver earrings he’d given her swaying gently with her every graceful move, she looked like a model. Gorgeous, elegant—perfect. And should he expect any less?
Kane could see the question in the envious gazes of his female admirers: What does she have that I don’t?
One thing, ladies, he responded silently, suppressing a smile. For the moment—me.
What are you thinking?
she asked him, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. It had become a familiar question. Good ol’ Adam was pretty much an open book—it must be somewhat unnerving for her, Kane supposed, to be dating someone with any kind of inner life, someone with secrets. And Kane didn’t mind her asking—as long as he didn’t have to give a real answer.
I’m just thinking how beautiful you look tonight,
Kane told her—a half-truth being the best kind of lie. I’m thinking how incredibly lucky I am to have ended up with someone like you.
Beth giggled, her face turning a faint shade of pink. I’m the lucky one, Kane,
she protested.
He couldn’t argue with that.
For Harper Grace, Saturday night traditionally meant three things: booze, boys, and boredom. She would hit a lame bar with a lame guy, flash her crappy fake ID at an apathetic bartender, and down a couple of rum and Cokes before finding a secluded spot for the inevitable not-so-hot ’n’ heavy make-out session with Mr. Wrong. It had seemed a risky and adventurous formula a few years ago, but the love ’m and lose ’em act had gotten old, fast. Grace was a small town, too small—and after a few years of the same bars, the same guys, the same post-date conversation with her best friend, Miranda (usually concluding with, Why would you ever let me go out with such a loser?
), the thrill was gone.
But, now… Harper glanced to her left. Adam’s wholesome good looks were just barely visible in the dim light cast by the flickering movie screen. His bright eyes, his wide smile, the shock of blond hair that set off his perfect tan—it was too dark to see the details, but no matter. She knew them all by heart.
Now, things were different, Harper reminded herself, leaning against Adam’s broad shoulder and twirling her fingers through his. There was no more need for cheap thrills, because she had the real thing. Adam Morgan, her next-door neighbor, her oldest friend—her soul mate, if you believed in such things. Which, of course, she didn’t. But she believed in Adam—and she believed that after all the effort she’d put into winning him, she fully deserved her prize. They’d been together only a couple months, but already, he never spoke of his year with The Bland One anymore. The dreamy gaze that used to bloom across his face at the mere mention of Beth’s name was gone. Knowing—or believing—that his perfect little angel had hopped into bed with someone else had had its effect. Adam had finally wised up and realized that the right person for him had been there all along, a loyal friend and next-door neighbor, just waiting for her time to come. Unlike Beth, Harper would never let him down, never mistreat him, never lie to him—unless, she conceded, it was for his own good.
So what if she was spending her night in a dark theater watching an endless Jackie Chan marathon rather than preening in front of the adoring masses, Haven High girls hoping that her polite acknowledgment might secure them a berth on the A-list, brawny bouncers and bartenders attracted by her billowing auburn hair like moths to a flame and hoping against hope she would ditch her date and fall into their open arms? (It had been known to happen.) So what if she had to watch what she said 24/7, to make sure none of the nasty thoughts constantly popping into her brain slipped out in Adam’s presence, lest he begin to think she really was as much of a power-hungry bitch as the rest of their school believed her to be? And so what if, in order to get what she wanted, she’d had to screw over the people she loved the most, and sacrifice whatever shreds of integrity she may have had left after four years in the Haven High trenches?
None of that mattered now. Not now that she had Adam. Strong, handsome, kind, wonderful, perfect Adam.
She’d waited so long—but it had been worth it. All of it.
What are you thinking?
he whispered, slinging an arm around her and drawing her close. She nestled against him, laying her head against his shoulder. He was always asking her that, and she was still delighted by the novelty of being with a guy who actually cared what she was thinking, who was focused on getting into her mind rather than into her bed.
I’m thinking this—you, us—it’s all too good to be true,
she admitted. And though it was intended as a lie, the words had the ring of truth.
It’s true,
he assured her, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
I’ll reform, Harper decided, leaning against his warm body. No more party girl. No more shallow, superficial bitch. She would be the girl Adam wanted her to be—the girl he seemed to think, deep down, she really was. And who knew? He could even be right.
After all, anything’s possible.
Miranda was bored.
She’d tried to tell herself that having all this free time on her hands was a good thing. She could use some space—a nice, long stretch of empty hours every now and then would give her a chance to do all the things that she wanted to do. She wouldn’t have to accommodate anyone else—not her mother, not her little sister, not Harper, none of the people who usually saw fit to dictate the what, when, and how of Miranda’s life. She’d just do her own thing. She was a strong, smart, independent woman, right? (This month’s Cosmo quiz had confirmed it.) Enjoying your alone time was right there in the job description, and she’d been certain she was up to the task.
But it was time to face facts. These last few weeks she’d read plenty of good books, watched all her favorite movies, taken so many relaxing
bubble baths, she was starting to grow gills—and enough was enough. She was bored. Bored out of her mind.
It’s not like she needed to spend every minute of every day with Harper. Miranda was a best friend, not some parasite who needed a constant infusion of Harper’s energy to thrive. They needed each other, equally—or so Miranda had thought. Apparently, she’d thought wrong. Because here she was, alone. Again. On yet another Saturday night, playing Internet solitaire while Harper lived it up with the love of her life. So much for late-night rendezvous at the bar of choice, or Sunday brunches where they dissected every moment of the lame night before. No more of the late-night distress calls Miranda had complained about so much—never admitting, even to herself, how good it felt to be needed.
Not that Miranda begrudged her best friend her happiness—not much, at least.
You wouldn’t believe it, Rand,
Harper told her. Constantly. It’s better than I ever could have imagined. Having him there for me? Always? It’s amazing. It’s so perfect. You’ll see.
Sure, Miranda would see for herself. Someday. Maybe. Until then, she was growing intimately familiar with the whole outside-looking-in thing, turning herself into an impeccable third wheel in under a week. She’d always been a quick study.
Harper refused to elaborate on how it had happened, how one day Beth and Adam were going strong, and the next, Harper was the one in his arms, Beth kicked to the curb.
Not that vapid blondes like Beth ever stayed single for long—thirty seconds later, there she was, Kane Geary’s latest conquest, floating along by his side as if she’d been there all along.
No, it was girls like Miranda who stayed single—for what seemed like forever. In all the years she’d longed for Kane, had he given her a second look? Had he ever once considered that her wit and charm might be worth ten of his bimbos, despite her stringy hair and lumpy physique?
No—guys like Kane, they never did. Probably, never would.
Her computer dinged with the sound of a new e-mail, and she opened it warily, expecting spam. More offers to increase her girth or introduce her to some Hot XXX Girls NUDE NUDE NUDE.
Who else would be sitting in front of their computer on a Saturday night but the people trying to sell that shit—and the people who actually bought it?
LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES? read the banner headline.
Great. Even cyberspace knew how pathetic she was.
Join MatchMadeInHaven.com, Grace’s first teen Internet dating site! Find your true love with the click of a mouse! After all—you’ve been lonely too long….
You can say that again, Miranda thought bitterly. And, for just a moment, she considered it. No one would ever have to know, she reasoned, and maybe, just maybe, this was her ticket to coupledom. Maybe there was someone out there, just like her, waiting for the right girl to come along. Could she really complain about being alone if she hadn’t done everything in her power, everything, to fix the problem?
And then she caught herself, realizing the depths to which she was about to sink.
What are you thinking? she asked herself sternly, shaking her head in disgust. You’re not that desperate.
At least, not yet.
They ate in silence.
The dining room table was large and long, too big for just the two of them. Kaia sat at one end, her father at the other, and for most of the meal, the quiet was punctuated only by the distant chattering of the maids in the kitchen and the occasional clatter of a silver Tiffany fork against the edge of Kaia’s Rafaelesco plate. She saw her father wince at each clang and scrape—it didn’t inspire her to be more careful.
Kaia would rather have been in the cavernous living room, eating take-out in front of the flat-screen, liquid-crystal TV, as usual. When you got down to it, she would have preferred to be back home in New York, eating in a chic TriBeCa bistro. Even holing up in her New York bedroom with a three-day-old bag of Doritos would have been preferable to having even one more meal in Grace, CA. Good food didn’t change the fact that she was in exile, a prisoner, beholden to her parents’ stupid whims. She didn’t want to be stuck in the desert, stuck in his pretentious, Architectural Digest wannabe house, and she certainly didn’t want to be stuck at the hand-crafted mahogany dining room table facing the man who was keeping her there. And despite her perpetual inability to read him, she was pretty sure he didn’t want to be there, either. Yet there they sat, one night a month.
And the night stretched on, interminable.
So, how’s school?
her father finally asked.
I wouldn’t know,
she answered lightly.
Kaia…
The warning note in his voice was subtle, but clear. He talks to me like I’m one of his employees, she thought, not for the first time.
School’s fine. Delightful,
she offered. I go every day. It’s a truly wonderful experience. I’m simply learning ever so much. Is that what you want to hear?
He sighed and shook his head. I just want to hear the truth, Kaia. And I want to hear that you’re happy.
"Sorry to disappoint, Father, but those are two different things—and, at the moment, they’re mutually exclusive. You and Mother have seen to that."
His lips tightened, and Kaia braced for an angry response, some of that famous Keith Sellers temper, quick as lightning and just as deadly, but he kept it together. Barely. This year isn’t supposed to be a punishment, Kaia.
Then why does it feel like one?
It’s supposed to be a break,
he continued, as if she hadn’t spoken. To give you and your mother some space. To give you some time to think about what you want your life to be.
I want my life to be back to normal,
Kaia spit out, immediately regretting it. She’d vowed not to let her guard down. Bad enough that she’d almost cried on the day he’d cut up all her credit cards—and had cried on the day her mother had shipped her off to the airport. She’d refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing she cared.
Oh, Kaia. I wish I could help,
he said, almost sounding like he meant it. Maybe if I spent some more time at home….
You really want to help?
Kaia asked, allowing a note of near sincerity to creep into her voice. She’d been waiting for the right moment for this, and there was no time like the present—right? How about a temporary reprieve,
she suggested. Winter break’s coming up, and I thought, maybe, just for a couple weeks—
"You are not going back to the East Coast, he cut her off.
Not for two weeks, not for two days—you know the terms of our agreement."
Agreement, right,
she muttered. Like I had a choice.
What was that?
he snapped.
I said, if this isn’t a punishment, why do I feel like I’m in prison?
she asked, loud and clear.
Katherine, that’s quite enough whining for tonight.
His measured tone masked an undercurrent of tightly bottled rage. The famous Keith Sellers temper was famous for a reason.
"It’s Kaia," she reminded him.
"I named you Katherine, he countered, rising from the table.
I let you call yourself by that ridiculous name, but you’ll always be Katherine, just like I’ll always be your father, whether you like it or not."
Trust me, I know,
Kaia snarled. If I could change that, along with the name, I would have done it a long time ago.
By the time he roared at her to go to her room, she was already out of her seat and halfway up the stairs.
Just another warm and fuzzy family dinner at the Sellers house.
Bon appétit.
It was almost midnight before Kaia’s father had gone to sleep and she was able to sneak