The Comeback

by Marlene Perez

  He smiled slyly. “Why would I want you as a closet girlfriend when I can have the real thing?”

  I was speechless. Were we finally getting our act together?

  He looked alarmed. “You’re not saying anything. Sophie, I know I made some mistakes, but I really like you. Can you forgive me?”

  I kissed him into silence, which I hoped answered his question.

  “We’re going to be late for the party,” I murmured.

  “Do you really want to go?” he said.

  “No,” I said. I sighed. “But I promised Vanessa and Monet that I’d help. And I can’t let Monet down. Especially since she’s given me permission to date her gorgeous older brother.”

  He matched my sigh with one of his own. “Just a few more minutes,” he said against my lips.

  “A few more minutes,” I agreed.

  Somehow, we’d ended up on the floor again. “This,” I said, “is becoming a habit.”

  “A very good habit,” Dev said.

  We resumed kissing, but a minute later, I heard the sound of a door opening.

  “Not again,” I groaned.

  “What is it?” he said, but his hands were stroking my back, which made it hard for me to think.

  “I have a very bad feeling that we have company.”

  We sat up and both looked toward the door. I met Olivia Kaplan’s eyes.

  “You guys,” Olivia said, after a long moment where she stood there with her mouth agape, “you’re going to miss it. Everyone’s leaving for the party.”

  “Have fun,” Dev said. “We’ll get there eventually. But first I want to kiss my girlfriend.” He slammed the door in her face.

  “Now, where were we?” he asked.

  “Hmm, I’ve forgotten,” I teased.

  “I know,” he said. “Kiss me, Sophie.”

  And I did.

  KENNEDY HIGH SENTINEL

  “The Taming of the Shrew”

  This somewhat flat production of one of Shakespeare’s plays was buoyed by fine performances by Dev Lucero, the luscious Sophie Donnelly, and surprisingly, even Connor Davis. Angie Vogel provided a beautiful but somewhat listless performance of the fiery Katharina. Highlights included Ms. Donnelly’s subtle and graceful Bianca and Dev Lucero’s passionate Lucentio. This reporter adored how the play ended with a riotous wedding banquet. And it didn’t hurt that they served actual wedding cake at the closing-night cast reception.

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  From Love in the Corner Pocket

  by Marlene Perez

  I was just a girl in a pair of low riders who might give them a glimpse of my thong when I bent over to take a shot. Or that’s what guys thought when they first played pool with me. They asked me for a game so they could stare at my ass. Guys don’t seriously think that a mere girl can beat them at pool.

  A game of pool is full of deceit. Otherwise, no one would put their money on the table, would they? I mean, if a guy knows from the beginning that I’m going to run the table, why would he play?

  Since my dad left, I’ve had a no-guy rule. It helped me focus on the game. I hadn’t even indulged in a random hookup, at least, not until Alex.

  The first time I saw him was at Gino’s, on a hot Friday afternoon. It was late October, well after school started.

  Gino’s was a restaurant on Pacific Coast Highway. Out of the big bay window, if you craned your neck, you could see both the sunbathers and the surfers paddling out to catch the waves.

  It was a dive, but we hung out there a lot. Gino never minded if we came in straight from the beach, tracking sand and dripping water everywhere. Gino’s also had the best food in town. The best pool tables, too.

  I was supposed to meet my best friend, Bridget, and some of our friends, but I was early, so I played cutthroat with a couple of college boys. I called the eight ball and sank it, putting the boys out of their misery. They left a few minutes later, looking like two scolded puppies.

  I looked around again for Bridget and that’s when I saw him. He walked in and went straight for the pool tournament sign-up sheet. I planned to win that tournament, which had a two-thousand-dollar cash prize, so at first I was just sizing up the competition.

  He saw me watching him and smiled. That’s all it took. The rest of the package, his sparkling gray eyes, his curly black hair, his broad shoulders, that was all icing. My brain refused to listen to what my body was saying.

  When he reached up and took a cue from the rack on the wall, I held my breath. Gino was going to go ballistic. The guy in the T-shirt must not have seen the sign, the one that promised pain and suffering to anyone who touched those cues.

  Gino only let a few people keep their cues on that wall and nobody else was allowed to touch them. I didn’t have a cue hanging on that rack, and Gino’s was my second home. Gino always said, “Be patient, your time will come.”

  I jumped when Gino, who was sitting at this stool at the bar, let out a great roar and came rumbling over. I thought he was going to pulverize the guy, but instead he wrapped him in a great big bear hug.

  “Alex, when did you get back in town?” Gino said.

  Alex, his name was Alex.

  Gino steered him in the direction of the kitchen. “Wait until Rose sees you.”

  Maybe Gino felt my eyes boring into his back, because he stopped and turned around. He couldn’t possibly miss me, since I was standing there with my mouth open. I’m pretty sure I looked as intelligent as a guppy.

  “Chloe, I want you to meet my nephew,” he hollered.

  Gino practically dragged the guy over to meet me. I was worried that he would think I was a troll or something. I frantically tried to remember the last time I’d washed my hair. This morning. Fantastic. I was safe from greasy hair.

  Alex snagged a mint from the big jar of peppermints on the counter. I grinned. Then he touched my hand and I swear a sizzle started in my blood. “I’m Alex Harris,” he said.

  “You look familiar,” I said.

  “Alex is an aspiring actor,” Gino said. “Maybe you saw him in a commercial.” He said it in the same tone he’d used to describe someone who’d skipped out on a bar tab or cheated at pool. Uncle Gino clearly wasn’t a fan of his nephew’s chosen profession.

  Alex held my hand a second longer than strictly necessary. Then I noticed Gino grinning like a fiend and immediately dropped his hand. We stood there, smiling at each other.

  “Chloe, there you are,” a voice said.

  Three minutes into our relationship and Alex already had to take the acid test. Bridget.

  My best friend was a golden girl. She glowed from the sun, her blonde beauty dazzling everyone within view.

  We first met at the beach when we were about three. We both wanted the same sand shovel. We were locked in combat when our moms came and pried us apart.

  “That’s my shovel,” Bridget said. “Give it to me and I’ll be your friend.” She smiled the sweetest smile, and I remember thinking that she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

  I let go of the shovel and she took possession of it with a happy sigh. I immediately burst into tears and hid behind my mom.

  Bridget waddled over and handed me the shovel. She put her arm around me. “Don’t cry!”

  But I only cried harder.

  “Here, you take it. I’m sorry,” she said, her dimples dancing.

  But I didn’t want the toy anymore. I just wanted Bridget to be my friend.

  So when she came over with that same look on her face, I knew that Alex was something she wanted.

  Bridget was more than a gorgeous blonde; she had that indefinable something. She was so far out of my league, I was barely on the same planet.

  Alex said a polite hello and then resumed eye contact with me. He didn’t seem to notice that the quintessential California girl w
as standing in front of him.

  “So, Chloe,” she said, not taking her eyes from Alex, “Theo’s saving you a place at the table.”

  I stared at the floor. I remembered that the old Chloe, the one who believed in true love, was gone. It was time to make a swift exit and leave the playing field to Bridget.

  “I gotta go,” I muttered. “Nice to meet you.” And then I practically ran. I didn’t hear whatever Alex called after me.

  But I heard Bridget’s giggle and his low rumble of laughter in reply.

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  Sea Change

  The Year My Sister Got Lucky

  South Beach

  French Kiss

  Hollywood Hills

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  And Then Everything

  Unraveled

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  The Heartbreakers

  The Crushes

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  Wherever Nina Lies

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  Next Summer

  After Summer

  Last Summer

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  In or Out

  By Claudia Gabel

  In or Out

  Loves Me, Loves Me Not

  Sweet and Vicious

  Friends Close,

  Enemies Closer

  Hotlanta

  By Denene Millner

  and Mitzi Miller

  Hotlanta

  If Only You Knew

  What Goes Around

  Love in the Corner Pocket

  The Comeback

  By Marlene Perez

  Pool Boys

  Meet Me at the Boardwalk

  By Erin Haft

  Popular Vote

  By Micol Ostow

  Top 8

  By Katie Finn

  Kissing Booth

  By Lexie Hill

  Kissing Snowflakes

  By Abby Sher

  Once Upon a Prom

  By Jeanine Le Ny

  Dream

  Dress

  Date

  Making a Splash

  By Jade Parker

  Robyn

  Caitlin

  Whitney

  Secret Santa

  Be Mine

  By Sabrina James

  21 Proms

  Edited by Daniel Ehrenhaft and David Levithan

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  Dead Is the New Black

  Dead Is a State of Mind

  Dead Is So Last Year

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Perez, Marlene.

  The comeback / by Marlene Perez.

  p. cm.

  Summary: High school junior Sophie can almost handle having her boyfriend and her lead in the school play stolen by a beautiful new student, but when her social status plummets, Sophie declares war.

  [1. Popularity—Fiction. 2. Dating (Social customs)—Fiction. 3. Theater—Fiction. 4. High schools—Fiction. 5. Schools—Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ7.P4258Com 2009

  [Fic]—dc22

  2009000481

  Copyright © 2009 by Marlene Perez

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