Candace Bushnell
The Carrie Diaries
For Calvin Bushnell
Contents
Chapter One
A Princess on Another Planet
Chapter Two
The Integer Crowd
Chapter Three
Double Jeopardy
Chapter Four
The Big Love
Chapter Five
Rock Lobsters
Chapter Six
Bad Chemistry
Chapter Seven
Paint the Town Red
Chapter Eight
The Mysteries of Romance
Chapter Nine
The Artful Dodger
Chapter Ten
Rescue Me
Chapter Eleven
Competition
Chapter Twelve
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
Chapter Thirteen
Creatures of Love
Chapter Fourteen
Hang in There
Chapter Fifteen
Little Criminals
Chapter Sixteen
How Far Will You Go?
Chapter Seventeen
Bait and Switch
Chapter Eighteen
Cliques Are Made to Be Broken
Chapter Nineteen
Ch-ch-ch-changes
Chapter Twenty
Slippery Slopes
Chapter Twenty-One
The Wall
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dancing Fools
Chapter Twenty-Three
The Assumption of X
Chapter Twenty-Four
The Circus Comes to Town
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lockdown at Bralcatraz
Chapter Twenty-Six
The S-H-I-T Hits the Fan
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The Girl Who…
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pretty Pictures
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Gorgon
Chapter Thirty
Accidents Will Happen
Chapter Thirty-One
Pinky Takes Castlebury
Chapter Thirty-Two
The Nerd Prince
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hold On to Your Panties
Chapter Thirty-Four
Transformation
Chapter Thirty-Five
A Free Man in Paris
About the Author
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
A Princess on Another Planet
They say a lot can happen in a summer.
Or not.
It’s
the first day of senior year, and as far as I can tell, I’m exactly the same as I was last year.
And so is my best friend, Lali.
“Don’t forget, Bradley, we have to get boyfriends this year,” she says, starting the engine of the red pickup truck she inherited from one of her older brothers.
“Crap.” We were supposed to get boyfriends last year and we didn’t. I open the door and scoot in, sliding the letter into my biology book, where, I figure, it can do no more harm. “Can’t we give this whole boyfriend thing a rest? We already know all the boys in our school. And – “
“Actually, we don’t,” Lali says as she slides the gear stick into reverse, glancing over her shoulder. Of all my friends, Lali is the best driver. Her father is a cop and insisted she learn to drive when she was twelve, in case of an emergency.
“I hear there’s a new kid,” she says.
“So?” The last new kid who came to our school turned out to be a stoner who never changed his overalls.
“Jen P says he’s cute. Really cute.”
“Uh-huh.” Jen P was the head of Leif Garrett’s fan club in sixth grade. “If he actually is cute, Donna LaDonna will get him.”
“He has a weird name,” Lali says. “Sebastian something. Sebastian Little?”
“Sebastian Kydd?” I gasp.
“That’s it,” she says, pulling into the parking lot of the high school. She looks at me suspiciously. “Do you know him?”
I hesitate, my fingers grasping the door handle.
My heart pounds in my throat; if I open my mouth, I’m afraid it will jump out.
I shake my head.
We’re through the main door of the high school when Lali spots my boots. They’re white patent leather and there’s a crack on one of the toes, but they’re genuine go-go boots from the early seventies. I figure the boots have had a much more interesting life than I have.
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