Ready or Not by Meg Cabot Read Free Book Online Page A

human figure if clothes are obscuring the muscles and skeletal frame.”
    And then—I can’t even begin to figure out why—I found myself confiding in her.
    I know. Confiding in Lucy . I must have been out of my mind. Obviously ultra-cool Dauntra from Potomac Video would have been the logical person to turn to for guidance in this area. But no. I had to go and let my sister Lucy in on it. It was like my mouth just went running off by itself with no input whatsoever from my brain.
    â€œBut that’s not all of it,” I heard myself saying, to my horror. “Get this: David asked me to come to Camp David with him.”
    â€œYeah, I know,” Lucy said. “I was there when Mom and Dad said you could go, remember? Poor you. I mean, God, how boring. He couldn’t take you to the mall, like a normal boyfriend?”
    This was the perfect opportunity for me to drop it. I mean, considering Lucy clearly didn’t understand a word I was saying.
    But no. My mouth just kept on going.
    â€œLucy,” I said. “I don’t think you understand. David asked me to spend the weekend with him at Camp David .”
    â€œUm,” Lucy said. “Yes, I know. You said that already. And I repeat, ew, how boring. I mean, what is there to do at Camp David? Ride horses? Throw rocks into some lake? I mean, I guess you two could paint, seeing as how you both like that kind of thing. But it’s gonna be even more boring than Grandma’s. I mean, it’s not like there are any good outlet stores nearby.”
    â€œLucy,” I said, again. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t getting it. And I couldn’t believe I was still trying to make her understand. What was I doing ? Why was I telling her ? “David asked me to come away with him . For the weekend. And Mom and Dad said yes.”
    Lucy sniffed. “Yeah, I noticed. You know, you’re lucky they like him so much. Your boyfriend, I mean. They would never let me spend the weekend with Jack. But, of course, David’s parents are going to be there.”
    â€œYes,” I said. It was hopeless. She was never going to understand.
    And why should she? I mean, in Lucy’s world, people like me—and let’s face it, David—just don’t, well, Do It. The idea that geeks might possibly have hormones, too, was very clearly an alien one to Lucy.
    Or so I thought. I had basically given up on the whole thing and was thinking to myself, Well, actually, this is GOOD, since I didn’t want her to know anyway , when Lucy suddenly grabbed my wrist and, her Lancôme-lined eyes very wide, went, “Oh my God. You don’t mean…Oh my God. You and David? And at CAMP DAVID?”
    And that was that. She knew.
    It was strange, but it was actually kind of a relief. Embarrassing, but a relief. Don’t ask me why.
    â€œWhere else would you suggest?” I asked her, kind of sarcastically, to cover up my complete and utter mortification. “Under the bleachers?”
    â€œEw,” Lucy said. “With all the wadded-up gum people have spat out? No.” She had sunk down onto my bed—poking Manet, who was collapsed on top of my duvet, to get him to move over—and sat there, looking sort of stunned. “That is a really big step, Sam. Are you sure you’re ready?”
    â€œPart of me is,” I heard myself admitting. “And part of me isn’t. I mean, part of me really, really wants to, and part of me—”
    â€œâ€”is scared to death,” Lucy concluded for me. “Well, don’t be. Just make sure you use two methods of birth control,” she went on, in the same bossy way she always advises me not to wear my high-tops with a skirt or my legs will look fat. “I mean, he should wear a condom, but you should have a backup method, just in case. You have to start the Pill on the first Sunday of your period, and you just had yours last week, so even if you went to