Barbie Girl (Baby Doll Series) by Heidi Acosta Read Free Book Online Page B

off the counter so that I am standing close to him again, he smells like fresh cut grass and Irish Spring soap. He looks down at me.
    “Can’t, I have to watch my little sister, and I am late to our tea party.”
    Okay now I am laughing, I grip the counter so I don’t fall over from laughing. “A tea party…wait are you serious, this I have to see!”
    He glares at me again. “Fine, but you can’t say anything…or do anything inappropriate around Emmy.”
    I follow him upstairs into a very pink room. It is little girl’s dream room, a twinge of jealousy plucks at me. A fluffy leopard bedspread sits on a brass canopy bed. Dolls and toys spill off white tall shelves.
    “Emmy I brought the doll to the tea party,” he calls.
    Emmy sits at a small white table dressed in a yellow princess dress. “Another guest,” she says in an English accent, clapping her small hands together. “How delightful,” this kid is a riot.
    “Why yes, I thought so.” Dylan tries to copy the accent but it comes out more Australian then British. Cute .
    “Why, Lady Rose Petal, you have no hat!” Emmy gasps.
    I look around to see what she is talking about. Oh she means me. “Well yes, I wasn’t prepared, invited last minute by a very rude boy.” I say matching her English accent and shooting Dylan a smug smile.
    “Some people are so rude,” she says looking at Dylan.
    “What?” he laughs.
    “No worries, he is a big, fat fart head,” I snicker and he attempts to glare but a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
    Emmy digs out hats and plastic jewelry from a trunk; she places them on my head “And Lord Stinky Pants you have none either,” she tssks placing a pink hat on Dylan’s head
    “Lord Stinky Pants!” I snort.
    “Tell anyone and die,” he glares at me.
    I walk down Dylan’s long road, my head spinning the way Dylan was with his sister. I thought I knew where I stood with Dylan. He gets me a good grade I get him the girl. So why is my heart pounding at the thought of him, and my chest is swelling with a warm sensation. I chuckle to myself thinking about him wearing that goofy pink hat and the fake, bad accent he used when he said, “ I Bid you good day my lady.”
    He really loves his little sister, what teenage boy plays tea party with a six-year-old? That must be it. I don’t like him; I merely feel a connection with him because of Everett. The way he cares about her, the way he did everything just to make her smile. So why was it when I hugged him good bye my heart skipped around like I just ran a damn marathon. I need to get a grip.
    * * *
    “Find a partner,” Mrs. Green sings. Groans and chairs scraping the floor echo around the room. I stand. Normally I would head over to one of the kids that hang under the bleachers smoking pot, but then I spot Third, I am supposed to be Dylan’s girl, so it makes sense I would pair up with his BFF.
    “Howdy partner,” I plop into an empty desk next to him.
    “Sorry, he already has a partner,” a little skinny redheaded kid with glasses and bad acne leans around Third. I glare at him and he looks nervous.
    “Tell you what, scram and I let you tell your tech buddies, you’ve seen my boobs.” I smile at him. I am an evil, evil girl. The poor kid looks like he is about to have a heart attack.
    “Beat it Ronald,” Third says shaking his head, an amused smile on his face. Too bad Dylan can’t take a joke like Third can.
    “Fine,” Ronald stomps off to find a new partner.
    “I thought he was going to a have an aneurism.” Third laughs.
    “That’s me killing nerds in my spare time with just the thought of my boobs,” I laugh.
    Mrs. Green sits down on the end of her desk, her ankles crossed swinging slightly. She would almost be likeable if she wasn’t so damn excited over every assignment she gave, like she was thinking outside the box in hopes to connect with us, and help us grow to love for literature. Not that I don’t like books, hell I wish I could