Double Love

by Francine Pascal

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Pascal Letter

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Also by Francine Pascal

  Copyright

  Dear Reader,

  The minute I came up with the idea of Sweet Valley High, now thirty years ago, I knew it was perfect. But I knew it needed something else. And that something else was girl power. Unlike the Sleeping Beauty version of romance novels, where the heroine has to wait for the wake-up kiss, in my series the girls would drive the action. And there would be two of them; the good and the bad in all of us.

  After that all I needed were the stories. With my three daughters and my own teenage years to draw on, I had endless possibilities. I started with a bible where I developed the characters, the school, and the town, and then began writing the stories for first twelve books, and then twelve more and more and more until I had written 144 stories. And then with the help of other writers, they became the 144 books of the Sweet Valley High series, which more than 100 million fans have loved.

  And now it’s all back as e-books for a whole new generation of teenagers who want to lose themselves in the world of Sweet Valley, the fantasy of the eighties, and the best high school no one ever went to.

  And for the grown women who want to look back at the love of their high school lives and revel in the nostalgia of life with the most incredible twins, read away.

  Sincerely,

  Francine Pascal

  To Maria Guarnaschelli,

  with thanks

  One

  “Oh, Lizzie, do you believe how absolutely horrendous I look today!” Jessica Wakefield groaned as she stepped in front of her sister, Elizabeth, and stared at herself in the bedroom mirror. “I’m so gross! Just look at me. Everything is totally wrong. To begin with, I’m disgustingly fat.…” With that, she spun around to show off a stunning figure without an extra ounce visible anywhere.

  She moaned again, this time holding out one perfectly shaped bronze leg. “Isn’t that the grossest? I swear I must have the skinniest legs in America. And the bumpiest knees. What am I going to do? How can I possibly go to school looking like this today? Today of all days!”

  Jessica, stared at herself in the full-length mirror and saw a picture of utter heartbreak and despair. But what was actually reflected in the glass was about the most adorable, most dazzling sixteen-year-old girl imaginable. Yet there was no stopping Jessica Wakefield when she was in this mood.

  “Why couldn’t I at least have had an oval face? It looks like someone stuck a pumpkin on top of my neck. And this hair—a dull yellow mess of split ends. I hate it!”

  In a gesture of absolute hopelessness, she ran her hand under her silky blond hair, flipped it up, and watched as it drifted lightly back to her shoulders.

  “Only thing duller are my eyes. Look at that color, Liz.” She poked her face an inch from her sister’s nose and fluttered long eyelashes over almond-shaped eyes the blue-green of the Caribbean. “They’re so blah.”

  Without waiting for Elizabeth’s response, Jessica reached again into her bag of sorrows. “I mean, there could be a telethon just for all the things that’re wrong with me! I can’t even look at myself another minute!” And with that she threw herself facedown on her sister’s freshly made bed.

  “Thanks a million,” Elizabeth said in mock anger.

  “I wasn’t talking about you,” came Jessica’s pillow-muffled voice.

  “Oh, no? All you said was that you’re the grossest-looking person in all of Sweet Valley. Your figure’s terrible, your legs are chopsticks, your knees are bony, and on top of that, your face is all wrong. Right?”

  “Right.”

  “And I just happen to be your identical twin sister. So what does that make me—Miss America?” Elizabeth asked, deciding to take a good look in the mirror. If Jessica were such a hopeless case, she might be in trouble, too. But the image she saw reflected in the mirror was hardly cause for alarm.

  Both girls had the same shoulder-length, sun-streaked blond hair, the same sparkling blue-green eyes, the same perfect skin. Even the tiny dimple in Elizabeth’s left cheek was duplicated in her younger sister’s—younger by four minutes. Both girls were five feet six on the button and generously blessed with spectacular, all-American good looks. Both wore exactly the same size clothes, but they refused to dress alike, except for the exquisite identical lavalieres they wore on gold chains around their necks. The lavalieres had been presents from their parents on their sixteenth birthday.

  The only way you could tell them apart was by the tiny beauty mark on Elizabeth’s right shoulder. Their friends might notice that Elizabeth wore a watch and that Jessica did not. Time was never a problem for Jessica. She always felt that things didn’t really start until she got there. And if she was late, let ’em wait. Otherwise, there was virtually no way to distinguish between the beautiful Wakefield twins. But beneath the skin, there was a world of difference. A wicked gleam of mischief lurked in the aquamarine depths of Jessica’s eyes, while Elizabeth’s reflected only sincerity.

  When the phone in the hallway shrilled, Jessica leaped to answer it, assuming, of course, that it was for her.

  “Jessica? Liz?” a boy’s voice asked.

  “Jessica, of course! And who’s this?” she demanded.

  “Oh, hi, Jessica. This is Todd. Todd Wilkins. Is Liz home?”

  He wanted her sister! Jessica’s eyes narrowed dangerously. One of the cutest boys at Sweet Valley High, and he was calling to talk to Elizabeth! Todd Wilkins was currently the basketball team’s hottest star, and Jessica had been admiring him for some time now as she practiced her cheers in the gym alongside him. The idea that he would prefer Elizabeth to her infuriated Jessica, though she was extra careful to conceal this from him.

  “Todd,” she purred, “I should have known it was you just from your voice. I’m so glad you called. You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you—that was an absolutely fantastic drive shot you made during practice today. I was really impressed.”

  “Uh, gee, Jessica—thanks.” She could almost hear Todd blushing. “I didn’t know you were watching.”

  “I always make it a point to watch the best players.” And the best-looking players, she added silently. “You know, you could probably play professionally one of these days if you really wanted to, Todd.” Jessica heaped on the flattery, hoping to distract him from the real purpose of his call.

  But Todd hadn’t forgotten. “That’s really nice of you to say so, but it’s probably too soon to tell.” He paused. “Listen, Jessica, it’s been nice talking to you, but is Liz around?”

  Jessica frowned. “Uh, I think she’s in the shower.”

  “I could wait,” Todd said hopefully.

  “Oh, you wouldn’t want to do that. Liz stays in the shower practically forever.”

  “Maybe
I should try calling back in a few minutes.” His disappointment was evident.

  “You could, but she probably won’t be here. We’ve got to run, or we’ll be late for school. This is the big day—they’re announcing the Pi Beta pledges! Liz and I will just die if we don’t get in!”

  “I’m sure you won’t have any trouble,” said Todd. “But good luck anyway.”

  Jessica experienced a slight twinge of guilt about sidetracking Todd, but she quickly brushed it away, telling herself she really hadn’t done any harm. It wasn’t as if he were Elizabeth’s boyfriend. She probably didn’t even know he existed.

  Jessica couldn’t have been more mistaken. Just as she was hanging up, Elizabeth poked her head around the doorway. “Who was that?” she asked.

  “Oh, just Todd Wilkins,” Jessica replied, flashing her sister a brilliant smile to cover up the deception. “He called to wish me good luck with Pi Beta today. Wasn’t that sweet of him?”

  Elizabeth’s heart sank, but she didn’t let Jessica see her disappointment. She’d been hoping Todd would call her. The other day she’d caught him glancing at her in the cafeteria line. She’d turned around and there he was—tall, lean, his gorgeous brown eyes looking straight at her. She had quickly glanced down at her tray, a blush coloring her cheeks. Had Todd realized how much she liked him? He sat near her in Mr. Russo’s science class, and though she’d never spoken to him, she’d always been aware of his compelling presence. In the cafeteria she had cast another glance over her shoulder. As their eyes met again, they both smiled. Elizabeth felt as if she’d been jolted by a thousand watts of electricity.

  He was waiting for her after school that day. As she caught sight of him, leaning against the front railing, his sky-blue shirt open at the throat to reveal a glimpse of tanned, muscular chest, Elizabeth’s pulse took off at a gallop. As he caught sight of her, a slow, shy smile spread across his features. He was nervous, too, she realized.

  “Hey, Liz, I—I was wondering if you had today’s chem assignment. I forgot to copy it down.”

  “Chemistry assignment?” Elizabeth couldn’t tear her eyes off that blinding white smile. “Uh, sure, I think I have it somewhere.…”

  Frantically, she began juggling books, searching for the assignment she’d scribbled hastily on a sheet of loose-leaf paper.

  “Are you always this organized?” Todd teased, his coffee-colored eyes dancing.

  “Only when it comes to chemistry.” She laughed, thinking of the special chemistry between Todd and her and hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous he made her.

  She walked away from Todd that day, feeling as if she were floating two feet off the pavement.

  Now, discovering that Todd had preferred Jessica all along, Elizabeth felt as if she’d been grounded by a five-hundred-pound weight. Not wanting to reveal her true feelings about Todd, she quickly changed the subject.

  “Speaking of Pi Beta,” she said, “have you decided what you’re going to wear today?”

  At noon the Wakefield twins would find out if they had made Pi Beta Alpha, “the positively best sorority at Sweet Valley High,” according to Jessica. That meant “the snobbiest” in Elizabeth’s book.

  “Wear?” squealed Jessica, her thoughts immediately switching from Todd back to the subject of her hideous appearance. “I have nothing, absolutely nothing to wear.”

  “This sounds like a job for my new tuxedo shirt,” Elizabeth offered. She’d thought about wearing it herself, hoping to impress Todd when she saw him, but suddenly it didn’t seem to matter.

  “Nothing will help.” Jessica moaned.

  Elizabeth shrugged. “Well, it was just a thought.” She began collecting the books she’d need for school.

  “But it’s a beginning,” Jessica said quickly. “Could I wear the pants, too?”

  “I think I’ve been had.”

  “And the little bow tie?”

  “On one condition,” Elizabeth said. “I want the whole outfit back, clean and hanging in my closet, by the weekend.”

  “On my honor.”

  Elizabeth groaned. “I’m doomed.”

  “Elizabeth Wakefield, you’re the best!” Jessica headed for Elizabeth’s closet. “At least now I won’t have to look totally gross on the most important day of my life.”

  “Come on, Jess,” Elizabeth argued. “Getting into Pi Beta isn’t that big a deal. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if I ever should have let you talk me into pledging.”

  “How can you say that?” Jessica shrieked. “You know how important a sorority is. Especially this one. All the top people are in it.”

  “You mean all the snootiest.”

  It was an echo of the argument they’d had two weeks earlier when Jessica had pleaded with her sister to pledge. Eventually Elizabeth had given in. Mostly because she and Jessica always did things together, and she didn’t want anything as dumb as a sorority to come between them.

  Jessica had assured Elizabeth that the pledge dares they’d be required to do would be nothing major. “Just a lot of silly fun!” she’d insisted.

  Fun! Their first dare had been to order a pepperoni pizza from Guido’s Pizza Palace, to be delivered during Mr. Russo’s chemistry class.

  “I’ll die!” Elizabeth had protested. Just the thought of Mr. Russo’s reaction petrified her. Bob Russo was the most brilliant—and most demanding—teacher at Sweet Valley. He was highly temperamental, with a biting sense of humor. You never knew when he would cut you down or stare you into a tiny, shrinking smudge for saying something stupid. Every kid at school was terrified of him. And now they were going to have a pizza …

  “It’ll be a scream,” Jessica had said.

  It had been a scream, all right. A delivery man wearing stereo headphones and a tomato-stained apron had walked right into the classroom carrying a humungous, steaming, smelly pepperoni pizza and stood there looking questioningly as Mr. Russo was writing a complicated formula on the blackboard.

  “Yes?”

  “Your pizza?” the delivery man had asked, and the class had gone into collective cardiac arrest. Somebody snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. Somebody else giggled. Elizabeth’s face turned the color of the tomato stains on the delivery man’s apron.

  “Pardon me?” Mr. Russo asked innocently, still preoccupied with the lesson. That did it. The entire class cracked up and howled with laughter.

  “One double pepperoni pizza for”—the delivery man examined his order form—”Elizabeth Wakefield.”

  Elizabeth’s face was on fire. Everybody looked around at her in disbelief. Elizabeth Wakefield—the level-headed, serious twin—had flipped out! Only Elizabeth knew who had really ordered the pizza—and given her name.

  “Well, well,” said Mr. Russo. “Elizabeth, is this by any chance a science project?” More laughter from the kids.

  Elizabeth panicked. What will I say? Shooting a glance at Jessica, she knew instantly she was on her own. Her twin wore the angelic expression of a totally innocent bystander.

  “Uh—yes, sir,” Elizabeth stammered, groping for a way out. “Uh—see—we wondered how much heat the pizza would lose getting from the pizza parlor to here—and uh…”

  Even Mr. Russo had to smile. He rummaged through a desk drawer and produced a thermometer. “I see,” he said. “Well, then, let’s take the pizza’s temperature, before it undergoes a chemical change—commonly called digestion.”

  So they had gotten away with that pledge dare. They’d survived the other crazy pranks, too. Second on the list was delivering the singing telegram to Chrome Dome—Mr. Cooper, Sweet Valley High’s somewhat stuffy principal. Finally, they’d grossed out the entire cafeteria by dyeing the mashed potatoes purple.

  And now the big day had arrived. At noon they would find out if they were in Pi Beta. Elizabeth wasn’t too excited about it, but Jessica had the date circled in red on her calendar. Nothing could spoil this day for her—except of course, not getting into the sorority, which wasn’t a likely possibili
ty.

  For Elizabeth, the day was already spoiled. As she thought of Todd’s phone call to Jessica, the tight feeling in her chest spread to a pressure behind her eyes. But she was determined not to let Jessica know how she felt about Todd. What was the point? It was obvious which sister Todd preferred. And why not? What girl could possibly compete with the dazzling Jessica Wakefield?

  Two

  Jessica was already at the breakfast table when Elizabeth sat down.

  “Your father’s going to be working late again tonight,” Alice Wakefield told her daughters as she served french toast.

  “What’s up, Dad? A merger? A war between two giant conglomerates?” asked Jessica, bringing a smile to her father’s face. Ned Wakefield was always a pushover for his lively daughters.

  “Both—and then some,” he said. “Big doings. There may be serious consequences for the Sweet Valley High football team. The playing field is becoming a battlefield.”

  “Really? What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked.

  “As a lawyer on the case, I can’t tell you. It’s too soon and too complicated,” her father said. “Marianna and I are working on it. I will be late again, though. Isn’t that enough bad news for you?”

  “OK, mystery man.” Jessica laughed.

  “Jessica,” said her mother, “aren’t you coming home late, too? Don’t you have cheerleading practice?”

  “Right, I won’t be home till at least seven.”

  “And, Liz, isn’t this a late afternoon for you at The Oracle?”

  “Uh-huh. Looks like the whole Wakefield clan will be out doing things,” Elizabeth said.

  “Therefore…” said Alice Wakefield.

  Elizabeth and Jessica knew what was coming.

  “Therefore—you can drive the Fiat today,” she said.

  The twins squealed with delight. Only on rare occasions were they allowed to drive to school in the family’s second car, a little red Spider convertible.

  “Oh, wow,” Jessica said, jumping up. “Am I going to be hot today! In my tuxedo shirt, driving my Fiat! Look out, Sweet Valley!”