Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys by Kate Brian Read Free Book Online

I’m Aimee Farmer. Little sister to Hailey ‘Queen Bitch’ Farmer.”
    â€œAh,” Megan said, shaking hands with her. “I’m Megan.”
    â€œI know. You were in my chemistry class this afternoon, right?” Aimee asked.
    â€œOh God. You were there? Sorry, I don’t remember anything after I almost burned my lab partner’s eyebrows off.”
    Aimee laughed. “It wasn’t that bad. So . . . you were amazing out there. Where did you learn to play like that?”
    â€œI played on a lot of boys’ teams growing up,” Megan explained as they reached the sideline, where the rest of the team was sucking on their water bottles. “And last year my team was state champion in Texas.”
    â€œWow. Texas. Big state.”
    â€œTell me about it.”
    â€œAll right, let’s run some drills!” Coach Leonard called out. A few girls grabbed the orange cones that were stacked up next to the bleachers and took them back out to the field. “Megan, see me after practice and we’ll talk about a spot on the team.”
    â€œSure, Coach,” Megan said.
    â€œDepose my sister, please,” Aimee said under her breath. “I’ll love you forever.”
    Megan laughed as she and Aimee jogged back onto the field. A familiar and exciting warmth overcame her from head to toe and she relished it, even as she thought with a pang of Tracy and the last time she had felt it. Megan had a feeling she had just made her first new friend.
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    â€œWell, Megan, you’ve got some obvious talent—I don’t have to tell you that,” Coach Leonard said as they stood in the hallway outside the girls’ locker room.
    Hair still dripping wet from the shower, Megan crossed her arms over her chest and tried to quell the butterflies inside. She had to make this team. Without the familiarity of soccer practice and drills and games, she would be totally lost.
    â€œBut I’ve already got a starting center forward and she’s been my center forward for three years.”
    Megan gripped herself a little harder.
    â€œSo, I have a proposition for you,” Coach Leonard said.
    â€œWhat’s that, Coach?” Megan asked hopefully.
    â€œHow would you feel about moving over to left forward?” Coach asked. “We’re a little weak on that side of the field and I think you’d be a perfect fit.”
    Megan grinned hugely. “Sure, Coach. Whatever I can do.”
    â€œGreat,” Coach Leonard said, slapping her on the shoulder. “Glad to have you here, Megan. I think with you on board, we could go a long way this year.”
    â€œThanks, Coach.”
    â€œSee ya tomorrow.” Coach Leonard gave Megan a nod as she walked off.
    Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
    â€œHey! You made it?” Aimee asked, noticing Megan’s ludicrous grin when she walked out of the locker room a moment later.
    â€œYep. Left forward,” Megan said, hefting her book bag up from the floor, where she had dropped it while talking to the coach. She followed Aimee out into the bright sunshine, feeling lighter than air. She had made the team. Her new life had officially started.
    She couldn’t wait to get home and tell her mom and dad. Wait, call Mom and Dad, Megan reminded herself with a serious pang. This had been happening to her all day. Being away from them was going to be hard to get used to. It’s okay. You’ll talk to them tonight, she thought. It’ll be great.
    â€œOh, well. So much for the Hailey ego bursting. I was so looking forward to that,” Aimee said with a laugh. “But I’m happy for you. Hey . . . you need a ride home?”
    â€œActually, that would be . . .”
    Megan trailed off when she saw a vision that made her lose all power of speech. Evan’s car was parked at the curb of the school’s driveway and Evan himself was leaning