Gorilla Beach by Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi Read Free Book Online Page A

outsider such as Gia would violate a family trust.
    The expression on his face said it all. Gia frowned. “Let’s dance,” she said. “Bella, you coming?”
    Bella shook her head. “You go. I’ll get drinks for us.”
    Gia grabbed Fredo’s wrist, kicked off her shoes, and pulled him onto the dance floor, right next to Cara and her townie. Gia began her kooky moves, shaking her peaches and writhing her hips. Fredo was so stunned to be out there, he could barely sway to the beat.
    â€œYou have to move, Fredo,” encouraged Gia. “I feel like I’m dancing with a potted plant.”
    Behind him, someone said, “Dork.”
    Fredo spun around, but couldn’t catch who made the comment.
    A new tune came on. Gia really liked it and cheered and bounced up and down on her bare feet. She raised her fist and started punching the air to the beat.
    Fredo could do that, if nothing else. He mimicked her odd motion. It felt … good. Really good. Energy flowed up from the reverberating floor, charging through the length of his body, up, up, and out of his pounding fist.
    â€œThat’s it!” yelled Gia. “Pump it hawd!”
    Fredo got into it. All the anger, sadness, and self-consciousness that had weighed him down his whole life got lighter with each pump. Before long, his other arm got in on the act, too. He closed his eyes and let the house music pulse through his heart. His legs starting moving, too.
    â€œOuch!”
    Fredo opened his eyes. Cara’s furious face was inches from him. She screamed, “You stepped on my foot, dork.”
    Gia pushed between them and said, “Frankie, your date’s having a temper tantrum. Maybe you should give her a time-out.”
    The beefy dude frowned and said over Cara’s head to Gia, “You want to do this now? Fine. Let’s get it over with.”
    â€œOut of respect for Maria and Stanley,” said Gia, “outside.”
    She cut a swath through the crowd of people and marched in her tiny bare feet out of the banquet hall, through the front doors of Neptune’s, and into the damp parking lot. Fredo rushed to keep up. Half the reception guests followed them, including Frank and Cara.
    Fredo realized suddenly that Gia hadn’t asked him to dance just for fun. She had unfinished personal business with Cara’s boyfriend. God, Seaside Heights was a small world. The lines between families in this town were like a sticky spiderweb. Right now, Fredo felt a bit like a fly.
    Gia and Frankie squared off. A small crowd formed around them. Fredo stayed close behind Gia. She was radiating waves ofscorching-hot anger at this guy. He was amazed such a small person could generate so much heat.
    â€œYou’re the one who left Seaside, Gia,” shouted Frankie. “And you never came back down! You said you’d come, but you were always too tired or busy or just plain lazy. Yeah, I said it. You’re lazy and spoiled. I was willing to meet you halfway, but you expected me do everything ! I treated you like a queen, but you refused to cook for me, even after I drove two hours to Brooklyn for one night when I had to work the next day.”
    â€œI get it. You think I’m lazy and spoiled, so that makes it okay to cheat on me with a teenager? This is how you treat a woman like a queen? So what if I don’t cook? Not every woman is a wifey. And you know exactly why I couldn’t leave Brooklyn. My family needed me at home, as I explained to you every time you whined about it. You can’t blame me for the fact that you’re a lying, cheating, child-molesting douche bag.”
    The crowd reacted to that with taunts and jeers. Frank vs. Gia was like the mountain vs. the mouse. The mouse was winning. Frank stammered, chagrined. After you’ve been called out for hooking up with a high school girl, where can you go from there?
    Cara butted in, “You can’t talk to my boyfriend like