JOSIE
I'm still sitting in the caf,
not really sure what to do next,
when I notice this girl standing next to my table,
quietly waiting for me to notice her.
“Can I help you?” I say.
“No, but I'm hoping I can help you,” she says.
“What do you mean?”
“I'm Josie, I went out with him too.”
“Oh.”
“I think you should check out
Forever
at the library,”
she says.
“Forever?”
“Yeah, you know, the book by Judy Blume.”
“Why?”
“Because it wasn't your fault,” she says.
I try to say “I know that,”
but I'm choking on my words through the tears.
She definitely hit a nerve.
She puts her hand on my shoulder.
Why is she being so sweet?
I don't even know her.
“Just do me a favor and check out
Forever,
okay?”
She takes her hand off my shoulder,
smiles,
and walks away.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
what I'm reading.
This poor book. Every little bit of free spaceâ
in the back, in the front,
on the heading pages of new chapters,
even in the marginsâthere are things written
about him.
It's not good.
Josie's words have been embellished,
with a border and a label: FIRST ENTRY,
and an arrow pointing to her words.
This scribbler wants there to be no mistake:
Josie = Fearless Leader.
So many girls.
How could there have been so many girls
in four years?
I'm sure his buddies knew, but somehow he managed
to keep a low profile about it, and anyway,
who's got the time to keep up with
this guy's string of girlfriends?
Certainly not me.
I bet a lot of girls were mortified after
and just kept their mouths shut.
Does he even know the damage he has done?
I have to think he'd care, if he had a clue.
He's not a monster.
But then again, some of these girls sure think he is.
They've created their very own support group
within the pages of
Forever.
The more I read, the more I realize
I'm not alone.
And it helps.
It really
helps.
WE THREE
I'm walking through Blue Hall
and I see Josie.
“Hey, Josie, thanks for the heads-up about
Forever.
Very, um, informative.”
“No problem. Hey, Aviva, this is Nicolette,” she says. “Um, hi. Wow. I guess I should say I'm sorry,” I say.
Nicolette looks at me
and says
nothing.
I open my mouth to add something,
anything,
but then Nicolette shrugs and says,
“I guess it's okay. You didn't know.
Right?”
“No, I
definitely
didn't know.
But I'm still sorry,” I say.
Just then,
he
walks by.
We all glare.
He had to expect at least some of us
would start comparing notes
sometime.
He puts his head down and hurries past.
We look at each other and
smile
a little.
MATERIAL GIRL
I never did write in the book.
I don't know why, maybe I'm saving up
to write a song about this whole mess.
Put a bad experience to some good use.
I never was one to buy into that whole
suffering artist thing,
but maybe there's something to it.
I do have a lot more . . .
material
than I did before.
Maybe that whole hippie karmic cosmic
“everything happens for a reason” stuff
my parents spout
is true after all.
GIRLFRIENDS
Well, my head is
definitely
out of the clouds now.
I take my chances and look for Amanda at lunch
the next day.
“I heard what happened. You okay?” she asks.
Her question springs new tears to my eyes.
What a stand-up chick.
She doesn't have to be nice to me.
I don't deserve it.
“I will be, eventually, I guess.”
“Real convincing.” She laughs.
“Hey! Don't laugh at me.” I throw a French fry at her.
“You can keep crying, if you prefer.” She smiles at me.
“You pegged him right away, didn't you, Amanda.
You learn about boys like that
from all those books you read?”
“I'm sure my time will come.”
“Yeah, well, when it does, I'll be here.
Count on it.”
“I'm going to hold you to that.”
“You got it.” I start crying again.
“I'm so stupid.”
“You're
not
stupid. You know what,
Viiiv
?” She grins.
“You'll see the next one coming a mile away.”
Let's hope so.
I wouldn't want to go through this again.
But unfortunately, something tells me this stuff is
tricky.
I doubt this is the only mistake I'm going to make.
And I'm not so sure
it was a mistake, anyway.
I kind of hope he learns something too.
Even if it's only for the sake of the next girl
who comes along.
Or the one after that. Or maybe the one after that!
He's cute and all, but not what I'd call
a real quick study!
I laugh out loud.
And I'm happy for a second, because I still know how to find the funny.
I like that about myself.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Writing is a solitary experience. But if we're lucky, we have a community of people with whom we can share our journey. I consider myself exceptionally lucky in this area and am thankful for the generosity of so many people. Thank you, Beth Wright, YA librarian extraordinaireâyou were one of my first invaluable readers and wisely suggested we send this book to Wendy Lamb. Hugs and thanks go to Jill Esbaum and her daughter Kerri (my first teen reader!), Erik Esckilsen (my first male reader!), Catherine Atkins, Stacy DeKeyser, Elizabeth Winthrop, Ellen Jackson, Laura Williams McCaffrey, Donna Freitas, Diane Davis, Jan Hughes, Lisa Angstman, Kristin Gehsmann, and Andrea White. Thanks also to Alex Flinn, Lara Zeises, and Cynthia Leitich Smith, who all offered wonderful advice when I needed it.
Love to Eileen Cowell (my sweet, forward-reading librarian mom). And props to the Kindling Words gang: I wrote many of these poems during one of our retreats, where it was suggested that my nascent short story was really the beginning of a novel (special shout-outs going to Karen Romano Young and Hope Anita Smith).
Gracias
, Karen Grencik, for your warm heart and your faith in my work. Thank you, Sarah Aronson, not only for your insights and enthusiasm, but also for your unwavering sisterhood. And big love and thanks to A. Harris Stone (for being the
best dad
a girl could have) and Laurie Foster (my fabulous, supportive sister).
And to you, Wendy Lamb and Alison Meyer, your confidence in me and excitement about this novel were thrilling. Alison, your talent for asking the right questions without looking for the “right” answers is incredibly impressive and unimaginably appreciated. And last, but most definitely never least, I thank my family for understanding my need for quiet writing time, and for their unconditional love and support. I love you all madly!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tanya Lee Stone was an editor of children's books for thirteen years. But when the writing bug bit, she was hooked. She holds a bachelor's degree in English from Oberlin College and a master's degree in education from Southern Connecticut State University. She has published many nonfiction and picture books for kids. Written in verse,
A Bad Boy Can Be Good for a Girl
is her first novel. Her next novel will be in prose. Visit her online at
www.tanyastone.com
.
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