The Best Christmas GiftThe best gift I could get for ChristmasIs the one that came from youI won't get what I want this yearOr any other year
The Price I Pay: Chapter 7Then He Kissed Me"It's weird, how Sean's been acting lately, isn't it?" Neela asked. "Isn't it?""Yeah." Hayden nodded. "Super weird."The Annapolis – or Anna-No-Place, as Sean called it, because it was conveniently located in the middle of nowhere – crowd went wild as a lanky South Asian guy dunked a basket. The St. Dude's crowd seethed."We are the Hawks!" the Anna-No-Place cheerleaders shouted. "The real hawks!""No, you're not!" Hayden shouted."You think he's okay?" Neela shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.Hayden shrugged. "Probably just stressed about Footloose. You know how he is."Neela blushed. She was certain she was over Sean by now. She certainly adored Hayden. But could Hayden somehow tell she used to like him? Did it annoy him?"Hey, I'm going to go get a soft pretzel. Want one?"Neela shook her head. "No, thanks."As Hayden went to the concession stand, the St. Dude's crowd erupted into the 'Roller Coaster' cheer, where the students sat down an
The Price I Pay: Chapter 6House Party"Nice place," Daniela said as she walked into Ventura's palatial Victorian house, like she hadn't decided whether it was or not. Ventura smiled nervously; Gia felt bad for her. The little frosh was still clearly unnerved by Daniela's blasé demeanor. She'd get used to it."Snacks?" Ventura held out a bowl of peanut M&Ms and a bottle of Coke."Ooh, delicious!" Gia shamelessly stuck her hand in the bowl and dug a handful out. The other girls followed suit, and Ventura relaxed."So, Vee," Gia said. "Want to go see the BJ Experience on Thursday night?"Ventura spit out her lemonade. "What?!"Gia cackled, and Neela rolled her eyes. "It's my stepdad's band," Neela explained. "His name is Ben Jastrow, so because he is a complete child, he decides that 'The BJ Experience' is the perfect name for his band."Ventura looked Neela up and down. "Where'd you get that dress?"Neela looked down at her black-and-red ruffled frock. "Um, that new place, The Closet."Ventura turned aroun
Lawyers Guns And Money: Chapter 2"I have to work with him?!" I shouted.My mother just nodded.I put my head in my hands and groaned. "This is going to suck.""This is going to suck," Zvonimir imitated me in a Slavic falsetto. Real mature, Croatian boy. Real mature."Don't say that, Nina," my mother said. At fifty-four, she was still gorgeous, with curly red hair and blue eyes. She looked nothing like me, which had a lot to do with the fact that I was adopted. At that moment, I was glad I didn't share any DNA with her."Why not?" I asked. "It's true!""I am not too thrilled about this, either," Zvonimir muttered.We glared at each other. We'd known each other for twenty minutes, during which time he snapped at me every time I tried to talk to him. I found him rude and conceited, and I was sure he found me obnoxious and nosy."Nina Cartwright, you're offending Zvonimir," my mother explained, so irritatingly calm."He offends me!" I sputtered."I am not offended," Zvonimir put in. "I don't care if she does not like me.
Lawyers Guns And Money: Chapter 1When Zvonimir Bakula walked into my mother's flower shop, In Full Bloom, I tried not to stare.Yes, he was attractive. He was a little shorter than my five-foot-five, built entirely of lean muscle. He wore fine clothing in all black, making his pale skin and platinum blond hair stand out. He had full pink lips and pretty, if hard, brown eyes framed by the whitest eyelashes I had ever seen. That wasn't why I stared, though.I stared at him because his turtleneck collar had slipped, revealing the red, stitched up gash across his throat.I had read about it in the newspaper. A beautiful, rich Croatian couple, Zvonimir and Anamarija Bakula, were brutally attacked, not long after some friends of theirs had been killed. Zvonimir had survived, but just barely; the knife had just missed his carotid artery, and he'd been in a coma, hooked up to an IV, for three weeks. Anamarija had not been so lucky; her throat had been cut so deep, her head nearly fell off when the medical examiner lifted her