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

Planned Parenthood tomorrow, it wouldn’t do you any good for Thanksgiving. I’d suggest spermicidal foam.”
    I just stared at her. With my mouth hanging open, I’m pretty sure.
    But Lucy didn’t seem to notice my shock.
    â€œDon’t buy the foam from any place in the neighborhood,” she went on, briskly. “Someone we know might see you. And then it’ll be all over school…and, in your case, all over the nightly news. You’re bound to be recognized. God, saving David’s dad was the worst thing you ever did. I mean, you can’t do anything without everyone in the world wanting to know your business. Even with the hair. I mean, people can still tell it’s you . It’s just you with stupid-looking black hair. Look, do you want me to buy it for you?”
    I just stared at her some more. Honestly, it was like I understood the words coming out of her mouth. I just couldn’t believe she was saying them.
    â€œYou can’t count on the guy taking care of it, Sam,” Lucy said, apparently mistaking my stunned silence for indignation that she was poking her nose into my business. “Even a guy like David, who goes to that genius school. I mean, sure, he’ll pick up some condoms. But condoms break. Sometimes they come off. Before they’re supposed to, if you get my drift. You have to be…what’s it called? Proactive. I’ll pick something up for you after school tomorrow. Spermicidal foam is easy, you stick the applicator in like a tampon and just plunge it right in. You should have no problems.”
    â€œNgrh,” was all that came out of my mouth, due to my extreme freaked-outedness.
    Lucy patted me on the head. Seriously. She patted me on the head . As if I were Manet.
    â€œDon’t worry about it,” she said. “What are sisters for? I think you’re doing the right thing, by the way. I mean, you guys have been going out forever, and David’s a great guy, even if he is, you know, a little weird. What’s with all the eighties bands T-shirts? And that whole art thing is a big yawn. But it’s not like he has any choice. If he tried to bust out, even a little, it would be all over Teen People . And who needs that?”
    â€œBut—” I was pleased that I was at least capable of formulating words again. Sadly, I couldn’t seem to make them go into a cohesive sentence. “But don’t you—I mean, what about…Kris?”
    Lucy blinked at me. “Kris who?”
    â€œUm. Parks.”
    Don’t even ask me why, at that particular moment, she popped into my head.
    â€œWhat has SHE got to do with it?” Lucy wanted to know, wrinkling her perfect nose.
    â€œWell,” I said, “just that…I mean, you don’t think that David and I should, um, wait?”
    â€œWait? For what?” Lucy looked generally puzzled.
    â€œWell, like…you know.” I shifted uncomfortably. “Um. Marriage?”
    Lucy’s eyes got very big. “Oh my God,” she said. “What, you dye your hair, and you’re Amish all of a sudden?”
    â€œNo.” Now I felt even more uncomfortable. “It’s just, you know. The slut factor, and all.”
    Lucy looked confused. “Since when does having sex with your boyfriend make you a slut?”
    â€œWell,” I said, coughing to clear my throat, which felt phlegmy all of a sudden. “You know. Kris. And, er, Right Way—”
    Lucy laughed like this was the most hilarious thing she had ever heard. “Just stick to worrying about the Right Way for YOU, Sam.”
    Then she got up and said, “Well, it was nice having this little sex chat with you, but I have to go now. Mom and Dad got my SAT scores, and they are not what you would call pleased. They say I have to take them over. Oh, and get this: I have to get a tutor. And they’re threatening to make me quit cheerleading so I’ll have time to