Hot British Boyfriend, page 1
Dedication
For Mike and Liam,
my two favorite people in the world
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Books by Kristy Boyce
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Copyright
About the Publisher
Chapter
1
By the end of tonight, I will be Andy Keating’s girlfriend. It’s all I can think about as I leap over piles of my dirty clothes and shimmy past the fairy gardens that fill my window ledge as “Take on Me” plays for the hundredth time. I land on a discarded dress—the third I tried on tonight—and go sliding across the laminate wood floor. I’m glad Andy can’t see me now . . . but I still do one more spin as the lead singer from a-ha hits the last high note. Usually I don’t listen to eighties music, but this isn’t just another song. This is our song.
Crystal will be here any minute to pick me up. I need to finish my makeup, but it’s hard to think of anything but Andy and me dancing to this song at the smoothie shop. He pulled me out from behind the counter and spun me across the rainbow-colored tiles until we had to cling to each other so we didn’t collapse from laughing so hard. That was the moment I knew he was falling for me. And tonight, at his end-of-summer birthday party, I know he’s going to ask me to be his girlfriend. I’m so beyond myself with joy and nerves I have to reapply my eyeliner three times because my hands keep shaking.
Five minutes later I clomp down the stairs in wedge heels. They’re higher than what I usually wear, but I’ll take the pinched toes. Andy is a basketball god and I’m going to need the extra inches for the first time he kisses me. Shivers go through me and I clutch the banister so I don’t somersault into the living room.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” Mom says as I appear. She’s curled in her favorite chair with a cup of Earl Grey, watching a BBC miniseries.
“Thanks.” I smooth my dress. I know this is a backyard party, but there’s no way in hell I’m dancing under the stars with Andy in shorts.
“You’re growing into such an amazing young woman. I hope you have a wonderful time tonight.” Her eyes are shining a little too brightly and she looks ready to wrap me in a teary hug.
The doorbell rings and I leap to get it. I find Crystal in the doorway, a panicked look on her face.
“Hey! Are you okay?”
“Ellie, omigod, I need your help.”
She steps into our cramped duplex and I take in the living room from her perspective, seeing the dingy wallpaper and stains on the carpet. This is the first time anyone from my new high school has been here. It’s not that I’m ashamed. I know how hard Mom has to work to afford this school district. Her promotion and move from Virginia to DC came with a big pay raise, but money goes fast here and we were lucky to find a decent apartment in this area. We’ve done our best with the space, but all the framed art and houseplants in the world can’t disguise the fact that this is nothing like the huge houses my classmates live in.
Crystal grabs my arm and pulls me farther into the living room, then points to her shoes. “They’re disintegrating.”
“What?”
“Disintegrating!”
She lifts her foot so I can see her platform heels. Sure enough, there’s a huge chunk missing from the sole.
“These are my favorite shoes! I’ve had them since the summer before junior year—I thought they were so nice. But they’re made of freaking foam! Can you believe it? Foam! I didn’t notice until I saw the pieces covering the floor mat of my car.” She flicks the shoe and another piece flies off and sails across the living room. It’s only then that Crystal sees my mom.
“Oh, uh, sorry about that, Mrs. Nichols.” She hobbles across the floor to pick up the chunk.
“No problem,” Mom replies with a smirk.
“Come into the kitchen,” I say. “Maybe we can, I don’t know, glue them back together?”
We sit down at the kitchen table and Crystal kicks off her shoes. I take a look, but she’s right: there’s no saving them. Bits of foam fall off wherever I touch them.
“Why didn’t you go back to your house when you noticed?”
“Traffic was horrible and I knew you were waiting for me. I didn’t want us to be late.” She shakes her head. “But I can’t walk into Andy’s wearing these! This is going to be my last party before I leave for my study abroad trip. Do you have any heels I can borrow?”
Ugh, her trip. I hate the reminder that soon she’ll be living in another country. She’s the only real friend I’ve made since moving here at the end of my junior year, and I’m not sure what I’ll do without her. But then, if I’m dating Andy, I won’t need to worry about that. He’s friends with everyone.
“No, I’m sorry.” I point down at my feet. “These are the only ones I have. Unless you want some silver strappy ones?”
She curls her lip. “No thanks. That sounds like a little much for a backyard party.” She eyes my shoes. “Damn, I was really hoping you’d have more like that. Those are so cute.”
She looks at my shoes the way I look at my mom’s famous chocolate cheesecake. I can almost see the drool sliding down her chin. Usually I’d hand them over without hesitation, but I chose these shoes with a specific purpose in mind. I bite my lip. On the other hand, they would look adorable with her romper. And she was really nice when I first arrived at school, inviting me to sit with her at lunch and showing me around. She even helped me get my summer job with her at the smoothie shop.
“Um, I guess you could take mine? I’m only wearing them because”—I lower my voice—“they might give me a few extra inches if Andy and I . . .” My cheeks flush and I stop talking.
Crystal’s eyes widen. “Wait, are you telling me you chose those shoes on the off chance that Andy wants to make out with you tonight?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Sounds like you’ve been having some fun daydreams lately.”
I grin. “They’re not just daydreams.”
She laughs good-naturedly, but I can tell she thinks this is all in my head. And I get that. We haven’t worked many shifts together lately, so she doesn’t know how much Andy has been coming in. Early on, he’d just get his usual Strawberry Sunrise, give Crystal and me a wink, and leave. But these last few weeks have been different. He’s been staying longer and longer at the shop, telling me about his soccer practices and pickup basketball games, teasing me for lip-synching to the loop of eighties songs that play on repeat.
I take a deep breath and tell her about last week, how he pulled me into the middle of the empty shop to dance like we were main characters in a movie montage.
“It was the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.”
She smiles. “That sounds really fun, Ellie.”
But it wasn’t fun. I mean, it was, but it was also swoony and she’s not getting it. I think about going on, telling her more about Andy’s latest visits, but then I hesitate. I don’t want to jinx anything. And it’s going to be so entertaining to see her reaction when Andy and I get together.
I bring down a collection of shoes for her and she falls for a pair of pink ballet flats immediately. Crisis averted. I give Mom a peck on the cheek and grab my key from the hook. “I’ll see you later.”
“Be safe! And tell me everything tomorrow over breakfast.”
We hurry out to Crystal’s car.
“Are you excited?” she asks as she pulls away from the curb.
“So excited!”
“You better be. Andy’s parties are always epic. Just you wait.”
She does a little shimmy dance and I do the same, a wave of adrenaline coursing through me. Epic is exactly what I’m hoping for.
A quick glance at Andy’s street tells me that this is the biggest party I’ve ever been to. If kids had parties like this back in Virginia, then I was never invited. Cars line both sides of the road, and we have to park blocks away and hoof it to his house. I’m starting to wish I’d traded my heels after all.
I quicken my pace to compensate for the nerves shooting through my limbs. Small groups of people meander down the sidewalk with us. I recognize most of the others from the end-of-season pep rallies, since a lot of Andy’s friends are athletes and cheerleaders, but I don’t really know them. Waterford Valley is so ridiculously big that it’s hard to keep people straight, especially transferr
A few guys I recognize from Andy’s basketball team wave. “Hey, Crystal!”
She blows them a kiss. Crystal might not be the most popular girl at school—she doesn’t do sports or cheer or anything like that—but she’s in student government and in a ton of clubs, so everyone seems to know her. I’m hoping to follow her lead and get involved this year.
“Omigod, everyone is here,” I whisper as we walk through Andy’s front yard and into the palatial backyard.
This isn’t some little shindig with hot dogs and coolers full of melting ice and soft drinks. This is fancy. I knew he was rich, but his parents have gone overboard with birthday decorations and elaborate balloon creations throughout the manicured lawn. There are long tables covered in catered food along the patio and a cake that’s large enough to feed a hundred people.
I rub my sweaty palms down my dress and pray my queasiness doesn’t become full-out sickness. Accessorizing this outfit with puke is not the look I’m going for.
“Ooh!” Crystal squeals. “There’s Sara!” She waves and rushes over, leaving me alone in the middle of the lawn.
My stomach squeezes and I check my phone for nonexistent texts to give myself something to do. I’d imagined that Crystal would be my guide here—at least until I found Andy—but I don’t want to be a complete dork trailing after her all night. Instead, I head toward the drinks table. As I grab a water, a hand falls lightly on my shoulder.
“I see the party’s arrived now.”
Tingles race up my spine at his voice. Andy. And is it my imagination, or is he standing extra close to me? My heart tugs in my chest as I look up into his gorgeous blue eyes. Every time I see him, he’s cuter than the last time. I can’t believe I’ll be calling him my boyfriend by the end of the night.
Of course he hasn’t said anything specific yet—that would ruin the surprise—but I overheard him talking about it at the shop a few days ago. I was in the back, getting more blueberries, when my middle-aged shift manager tried to wait on him.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh, no thanks.” Just hearing his voice made me smile. “I don’t think I could drink another smoothie this week.”
“Um . . . okay. Are you wanting to apply for a job, then? I don’t have openings now, but I might next month if you want to take an application.”
“No, sorry. I’m just”—he cleared his throat—“uh, waiting for a girl. One of your employees.”
She sighed. “I should have known. You’re the boyfriend?”
“Not yet. But hopefully soon.”
She chuckled softly. “Ah, I remember those days. Just make sure you aren’t distracting her while she’s on the clock.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
My cheeks heated and I leaned against the supply shelf to steady myself. Andy wanted to be my boyfriend? I couldn’t believe it. Sure, I’d thought about it before—probably every straight girl at Waterford Valley had at some point—but I’d never believed it possible until that day. It was all I could think about after that, particularly when I read his text the next evening.
I need you. The party won’t be the same without you. And just wait until you see what I have planned.
This had to be the night he told me how he felt.
“Happy birthday.” I gesture around us. “This is amazing.”
“Thanks. Mom loves doing this kind of stuff, but at least she and Dad are cool about giving us space. They usually only come out when it’s time to cut the cake.” He nods toward the huge house where his parents must be hiding out.
I smile and swallow hard. It was so much easier to talk to him when I didn’t think he liked me. “Thanks for inviting me.”
He laughs. “How could I not invite you? You make the best smoothies in a five-state radius. And I’d know—I’ve done a lot of traveling for basketball.”
He smiles and lowers his head so his mouth is only a hair’s breadth from my ear. For a second, I’m sure he’s going to kiss me right here, in front of all these people. I tilt my head toward him, swaying slightly with the anticipation of it. Then a booming voice calls “Andy!” and he pulls away.
He jerks a thumb in the direction of the voice. “I better go or TJ will just keep yelling at me. So glad you could make it!” He smiles apologetically and jogs away. I take a shaky breath. Whatever Andy’s planning to do tonight, he better do it soon. I’m not sure how much more anticipation I can take.
Despite my best efforts, I don’t get a chance to talk to him again for the next hour. I stand with Crystal while she and Sara trade details about their family vacations and nibble on the catered spread. I know I should try more to join in, but it’s hard. No one else in Crystal’s circle has been particularly welcoming. A group of us sat together at lunch, but mostly we talked to Crystal, not each other. It doesn’t help that they’ve all been friends for ages and are in the same clubs and classes. But hopefully senior year will be different. With Andy on my arm and the right extracurriculars, I’ll finally fit in.
Instead of talking, I watch Andy. He’s constantly surrounded by friends—many of them girls. Jealousy pools in the pit of my stomach as they fawn over him. But when he steps away, his eyes lock on mine and he winks. Immediately I feel better. He sees me. He hasn’t forgotten.
“Hey!” Andy yells over the crowd. “People!” Some of us quiet down, but most people aren’t paying attention.
“Shut it!” TJ bellows.
The yard goes silent and every person turns to look at Andy. I take a step toward him, my nerves ramping up to nuclear levels.
“Remind me to never give TJ a bullhorn,” Andy says, and a few people chuckle. “So anyway, thanks, everyone, for coming out to help me celebrate. I promise, the fun is just starting, but there’s something I’ve gotta do first.” He turns in my direction. “Something I’ve been dying to do all night.”
Electricity flies through my body, jolting me like a live wire. Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.
“I’m happy that everyone turned up for this, but there’s one person that I’m especially pumped to have here. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And she also happens to make the best smoothies in the world.”
A few people titter and ohhh. My entire body flares with heat and my hands fly to my mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to ask her out for a few weeks now, but I knew to get a girl like her I’d have to up my game. I’m probably too late, but I can’t imagine her leaving—not when I’m just now realizing how awesome she is. So . . .”
I squint at his comment about me leaving—the only trip I have planned is a long weekend away to my aunt’s—but then “Take on Me” comes on and I forget about everything else. Tears prick in the corners of my eyes. He’s such a romantic to play our song right now.
I laugh and run to him, burying my head in his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist. He smells so good, like lavender laundry detergent. And he feels even better. Damn, I could get used to this.
“Of course I’ll go out with you!”
His body tenses and stills. Mine does the same. My ears buzz as I lift my head from where it lies against his heart. His expression is a mixture of shock, confusion . . . and amusement. It’s the last one that buries a knife in my chest.
“Uh . . .” He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me away from him. “Sorry, I wasn’t talking about you.”
I can only stare. Obviously he was talking about me. He just said I made the best smoothies in the world. He played our song.
Then realization dawns on me—thick, hot, burning—and I swivel to Crystal. She was standing just behind me when Andy started his speech. She makes smoothies. She knows that song from the shop. She’s about to leave for a semester abroad in England.
And she’s grinning at him like he just told her she was named prom queen.
Oh. My. God.
I catch her eye just long enough for her to tilt her head and give a shrug—as if she’s helpless to resist—before she sprints to him. That’s when I notice multiple people have cameras trained on me. Laughter surrounds me. And I run.
“Don’t leave now, I’ll still take you! At least for tonight!” TJ yells behind me as I push through the crowds toward the backyard gate. His booming voice echoes through the neighborhood.
I sprint faster, urged on by the giggles and pointed fingers. I race through the gate and trip on a stepping stone. I go sprawling in their front yard. My palms and knees burn but there’s no time to clean myself up. I stand, kick off my stupid shoes, and run down the sidewalk toward the car. When I see it in the distance, I skid to a halt. Crystal’s car! Holy hell, how much worse can this night get?
