The Romeo Club by Rebekah L. Purdy Read Free Book Online

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    Trey grinned as he stared at the front covers of the notebooks, which had TRC in big letters, with looping hearts below. “Isn’t this kind of girly?”
    I glared. “These notebooks are gonna be your lifelines. I put start up conversations in them for you, not to mention, I wrote down different events which are coming up at school. You know, things you can invite girls to. And I also wrote our schedules in them, great date movies, along with date appropriate outfit ideas.”
    C.C. flipped through his. “Track meet? Really? Who wants to take a date to a track meet?”
    “Hey, I’m just listing school events that some girls hang out at. If you didn’t want my help then you shouldn’t have asked. Besides, the only person in this room who’s ever been on a date is me.”
    “She’s got a point,” Kevin said.
    I grabbed three pens from the coffee table drawer and handed them out. The guys groaned, but moved to sit on the overstuffed couch and chairs.
    “The first thing I’m gonna teach you is how to approach girls and talk to them. You can’t just throw yourself at them.” My gaze flickered to C.C.
    “Why did you look at me when you said that?”
    Trey snickered. “Dude, you seriously have to ask?”
    My lips twitched. “Here’s the thing. You need to start small. You know, offer them a piece of gum in class. See if they’re reading a book and get them to talk about it. Comment on a new hairstyle. Something that lets them know you’ve taken notice of what they’re doing or interested in.” I twirled a piece of hair around my finger. “Heck, if you don’t know what to say, you can even ask if they have notes for class you can borrow. That’ll lead to at least two potential conversations.”
    The boys stared at me, waiting for me to continue.
    “Guys, this is the part you should be writing down.”
    They opened their notebooks and jotted down a few things. But I wondered how much they’d actually take away from this or if it was a waste of time.
    “So I’m gonna pretend to be the girl you like. Each of you will have the chance to approach me and start a conversation,” I said.
    Trey’s cheeks reddened. “We have to do this in front of each other?”
    “Yes. More than likely you’re not going to be alone the first time the two of you talk. So it’ll be good practice to have others around. Kevin, why don’t you go first?”
    He set his notebook down, wiped his hands on his jeans and moved across from me.
    “Pretend I’m working at the ice cream shop and we’re in between customers,” I said.
    He stared at the floor, scuffing his shoe on the carpet. He slid his hands into his pockets. “Hey, Me-Melanie. I, um, I like your hair. Di-did you color it?” His voice cracked.
    “Kevin. Look at me.” I tapped his arm. “Don’t be nervous. You have to own the conversation. And try to maintain some kind of eye contact. You’re not having a conversation with the carpet.”
    He nodded, cleared his throat, then glanced at me. “Hey, Mel. Like the new hairdo.”
    I clapped my hands. “Yay. See? You got this. Just go with it. More than likely she’ll make a comment about just getting it done, or thank you. But you’re starting off with a compliment, which will let her know you noticed the change.”
    He smiled then took his spot in the recliner, where he wrote a few notes down.
    “Okay, C.C. you’re next.”
    He sauntered across the room, while I acted like I was opening my locker. He leaned against the wall, waggled his eyebrows up and down then said, “Liza, your bra-strap is showing.”
    My gaze drifted to my shoulder, where one of my light blue straps was visible. I fixed my shirt then rolled my eyes. “Are you trying to get slapped? Seriously, don’t go up to a girl and talk about her bra. You sound like a creeper.”
    “Well, it was showing. Would you rather I let her walk around looking like a hooker?” He crossed his arms at his chest.
    Trey busted up laughing. “Dude, I want