Double Date

Double Date

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First Archway Paperback printing April 1994

Talia, Seth, Maura, Rudy, Nessa, and Shandel are all members of the Thrill Club. Every week a member writes a story guaranteed to scare everyone to death. But when Shandel is found stabbed to death, truth becomes scarier than fiction.

FEAR STREET®

THE THRILL CLUB

by R.L.Stine

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Double Trouble

“I think Bree really likes you,” Samantha told him.

“I think I like you better,” Bobby replied.

“You'd better be careful,” she said, avoiding his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You'd better be careful not to hurt her,” Samantha warned, raising her eyes to Bobby's. “My sister can be a little … strange when she's hurt.”

Bobby stared hard at Samantha. A cloud drifted over the moon and her face darkened. “What do you mean?”

“I really don't want to talk about it,” she told him. “Just be careful with Bree, Bobby. Be very careful.”

Books by R. L. Stine

Fear Street

THE NEW GIRL

THE SURPRISE PARTY

THE OVERNIGHT

MISSING

THE WRONG NUMBER

THE SLEEPWALKER

HAUNTED

HALLOWEEN PARTY

THE STEPSISTER

SKI WEEKEND

THE FIRE GAME

LIGHTS OUT

THE SECRET BEDROOM

THE KNIFE

PROM QUEEN

FIRST DATE

THE BEST FRIEND

THE CHEATER

SUNBURN

THE NEW BOY

THE DARE

BAD DREAMS

DOUBLE DATE

The Fear Street Saga

THE BETRAYAL

THE SECRET

THE BURNING

Fear Street Cheerleaders

THE FIRST EVIL

THE SECOND EVIL

THE THIRD EVIL

Fear Street Super Chiller

PARTY SUMMER

SILENT NIGHT

GOODNIGHT KISS

BROKEN HEARTS

SILENT NIGHT 2

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HOW I BROKE UP WITH ERNIE

PHONE CALLS

CURTAINS

BROKEN DATE

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IL 7+

B
obby Newkirk pressed against the locker door with one hand, squeezing Ronnie Mitchell into her locker.

“Ow!” she squealed in protest. “Let me out, Bobby!”

He grinned at her, the devilish grin he had practiced in a mirror. The grin that made girls melt. “Got you trapped.”

“Let me out!” Ronnie tried to break free. But she was a little girl, slender and short. Not strong enough to budge him.

Still grinning, he leaned forward and kissed her.

She returned the kiss. He knew she would.

Then she shoved him away, pushing both fists against the broad front of his maroon and white Shadyside High T-shirt.

He laughed and stepped back, allowing her to burst free.

“You're terrible,” she scolded playfully, tossing a red curl off her forehead.

“You love it,” Bobby replied.

She straightened the bottom of her green T-shirt. “I had fun last night,” she murmured shyly, lowering her eyes. Her freckled cheeks reddened.

“Of course,” Bobby said, gazing over her shoulder to study himself in her locker door mirror. “You're not bad yourself, babe.”

“Don't call me babe,” Ronnie told him. “I really hate it. It's so dumb.”

“Okay, babe.” He leaned forward to kiss her again, but she ducked to the side.

“People are watching!” Ronnie whispered.

“So?” Bobby shrugged his broad shoulders. “Let them be jealous.” He glanced into her mirror again and pushed back his straight blond hair. “I've got to run.”

Ronnie slipped her backpack onto one shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“Places.” Bobby grinned at her. He pulled a piece of lint off the shoulder of her T-shirt. Then he placed it on her little freckled nose.

Ronnie sighed and blew it away. “I'm going to cheerleader practice,” she said, glancing at the clock over their heads. Three-twenty. “Want to meet after?”

Bobby shook his head. “Unh-unh.” He turned away from her and gazed down the nearly empty hall. “I've got practice too. Catch you later, okay?”

He loped toward the music room at the end of the hall. Bobby moved with a confident, easy gait. He knew Ronnie's eyes were on him. He was sure she was admiring him.

“Call me tonight?” Ronnie called after him. There was a pleading tone in her voice.

“Maybe,” Bobby muttered. He kept walking.

He liked Ronnie. She wasn't the prettiest girl he had dated. With her tiny figure, red hair, and freckles, she looked about twelve. But she was okay. Kind of fun.

Why had he asked her out? Because she was the only Tigers cheerleader he hadn't gone out with. He had to have a perfect record. He had to check Ronnie off his list.

I've gone out with all six cheerleaders. Bobby grinned to himself. Who
says
I don't have school spirit?

His private joke made him laugh out loud. “I really crack myself up.”

All six girls were nuts about me too, Bobby decided.

Maybe I'll call Ronnie again sometime, he thought. Maybe I'll give the kid a break.

Just outside the music room, he stopped to talk to two guys. Jerry Marvin slapped him a high-five.

“What's up?” Markie Drew asked Bobby.

“Where you guys going? Detention?” Bobby joked.

Jerry made a face. “My dad made me get a job. I'm working at McDonald's. Making French fries.”

Bobby snickered. “Starting at the top, huh?”

“We don't all have rich parents,” Jerry muttered.

“Too bad,” Bobby replied smugly.

Markie shifted his backpack to his other shoulder. “You still going with Cari Taylor?” he asked Bobby.

“No, I dumped her,” Bobby replied, a wide grin spreading across his handsome face.

Both Markie and Jerry reacted with surprise. “You did?”

Bobby nodded. “Yeah. She spilled Coke in my car. So I dumped her.” He chuckled. “Made her walk home too.”

“Wow.” Markie shook his head.

“Hey, man, can I have your rejects?” Jerry asked.

“Sure. Be my guest,” Bobby offered. He gazed distractedly at the music room. “Hey, later. I'm late for practice.”

His two friends headed off. Bobby started into the music room.

But two strong hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.

“Bobby, I'm going to kill you!” a shrill voice cried. “I really am!”

B
obby laughed. He didn't bother to turn around. He recognized the voice. “Whoa!” he cried. “Don't touch me unless you love me.”

Kimmy Bass let out an exasperated cry and pulled her hands from Bobby's shoulders. “Where were you last night?” she demanded angrily.

Bobby spun around to face her. His blue eyes flashed. He opened them wide and gave her his best innocent, little-boy expression. “Last night?”

Kimmy tossed her dark, crimped hair in an angry gesture. Her round cheeks were bright red. She crossed her arms in front of her pale blue sweatshirt. “Yeah. Last night.”

Bobby pretended to think about it.

“We had a date, remember?” Kimmy said, her voice trembling. “You were coming over so we could study together. Then we were going to—”

“You look great,” Bobby interrupted. “You heading
to cheerleader practice? Want to get a Coke or something later?”