The Fiery Boys (A Sample) (Chapter Three, page 1 of 10)


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Jo and Kira came over to my place on Friday, buzzing with excitement. It had been over a month since the Fiery Boys tour contest had been announced, and tonight they were revealing the winner. Some gorgeous groupie would soon be chosen to ride on their bus, and then the three of us could return to our regular lives.

Palmer was there, too, belittling us for caring so much. Yeah, he and I were still going out, but barely. I ignored his teasing and turned on the television.

Kira poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip. "I'm trying to think positively here." She started to repeat her contest-winning mantra. "I am going to win. I am going to win. I am going to win."

Jo smiled and picked up her glass of whiskey. "I'll show you positive thinking." She shot the drink and dropped the glass on the table. "I am going to get drunk. I am going to get drunk. I am going to get drunk." We laughed, and even Palmer agreed with that sentiment.

Jo turned to me on the sofa. "What about you, Annalisa? Are you going to win or get drunk?"

I wondered if I might just throw up. Even though I was still working on my first beer, my stomach shook like a jumping bean. I mean, how silly was it to be nervous over this, especially when I knew I wouldn't be picked? Neither would Jo-the photographs we'd submitted were jokes. Only Kira had a chance. Maybe I was nervous for her.

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