The Book - E Lockhart

E Lockhart

The Boy Book (Ruby Oliver 2)

contents

Title Page

Dedication

1. The Care and Ownership of Boobs

2. Rules for Dating in a Small School

3. Your Business is Our Business: A Pledge

4. What to Wear When You Might Be Fooling Around

5. Scamming: Our Brief and Irregular History

6. Levels of Boyfriends

7. Neanderthals on the Telephone: Or, How to Converse

8. Boy-Speak: Introduction to a Foreign Language

9. Clever Comebacks to Catcalls

10. Why You Want the Guy You Cant Have: Inadequate Analysis of a Disturbing Psychological Trend

11. The Kaptain Is In

12. Why Girls Are Better than Boys

13. The Girl Book: A Disorganized Notebook of Thoughts, with No Particular Purpose, Written Purely for the Benefit of Me, Ruby Oliver, and My Mental Health

Acknowledgments

Preview of Fly on the Wall

Also by E. Lockhart

Copyright

For Zoe Jenkin

The Care and Ownership of Boobs

(a subject important to our study of the male humanoid animal because the boobs, if deployed properly, are like giant boy magnets attached to your chest.

Or smallish boy magnets. Or medium.

Depending on your endowment.

But boy magnets.Thatis the point.

They are magnets, we say. Magnets!)

1. If you jiggle, wear a bra. This means you. (Yes, you.) It is not antifeminist. It is more comfy and keeps the boobs from getting floppy.

2. No matter how puny your frontal equipment, dont wear the kind with the giant pads inside. If a guy squeezes them, he will wonder why they feel like Nerf balls instead of boobs. And if you forget and wear a normal bra one day, everyone will then speculate on the strange expanding and contracting nature of your boobage. (Reference: the mysteriously changing chestal profile of Madame Long, French teacher and sometime bra padder.)

3. A helpful hint: For optimal shape, go in the bathroom stall and hike them up inside the bra.

4. Do not perform the above maneuver in public, no matter how urgent you think it is.

5. Do not go topless in anyones hot tub. Remember how Cricket had to press her chest against the side of the Van Deusens tub for forty-five minutes when Gideon and his friends came home? Let that be a lesson to you. (Yes, you.)

6. Do not sunbathe topless either, unless youre completely ready to have sunburnt boobs whose skin will never be the same again (Reference: Roo, even though she swears she used sunblock) or unless you want to be yelled at by your mother for exposing yourself to the neighbors (Reference: Kim, even though really, no one saw and the neighbors were away on vacation).

fromThe Boy Book: A Study of Habits and Behaviors, Plus Techniques for Taming Them (A Kanga-Roo Production),written by me, Ruby Oliver, with number six added in Kims handwriting. Approximate date: summer after freshman year.

t he week before junior year began, the Doctors Yamamoto threw a ginormous going-away party for my ex-friend Kim.

I didnt go.

She is my ex-friend. Not my friend.

Kim Yamamoto was leaving to spend a semester at a school in Tokyo, on an exchange program. She speaks fluent Japanese.

Her house has a big swimming pool, an even bigger yard, and a view of the Seattle skyline. On the eve of her going away, so I hear, her parents hired a sushi chef to come and chop up dead fish right in front of everyone, and the kids got hold of a few wine bottles. Supposedly, it was a great party.

I wouldnt know.

I do know that the following acts of ridiculousness were perpetrated that night, after the adults got tired and went to bed around eleven.

1. Someone chundered behind the garden shed and never confessed. There were a number of possible suspects.

2. People had handstand contests and it turns out Shiv Neel can walk on his hands.

3. With the party winding down and all the guys inside the house watching Letterman, Katarina Dolgen, Heidi Sussman and Ariel Olivieri wiggled out of their clothes and went skinny-dipping.

4. Nora Van Deusen decided to go in, too. She must have had some wine to do something like that. Shes not usually a go-naked kind of girl.1

5. A group of guys came out onto the lawn and Noras boobs were floating on top of the water as she sat on the steps of the pool. Everyone could see them.

6. Shep Cabot, aka Cabbie, who squeezed my own relatively small boob last year with great expertise2 but who is otherwise a lame human being as far as I can tell, snapped a photoor at least pretended he did. Facts unclear upon initial reportage.

7. Nora grabbed her boobs and ran squealing into the house in search of a towel. Which was a bad idea, because she wasnt wearing anything except a pair of soggy blue panties. Cabbie snapped, or said he snapped, another photo. The rest of the girls stayed coyly in the pool until Nora, having got her wits together and wearing a pair of Kims sweatpants and a T-shirt, came out and brought them towels.

I know all this because no one was talking about anything else on the first day of school.

Nobody spoke to me directly, of course. Because although I used to be reasonably popular, thanks to the horrific debacles of sophomore yearin which I lost not only my then-boyfriend, Jackson, but also my then-friends Cricket, Kim and NoraI was a certifiable leper with a slutty reputation.

Meghan Flack, who carpools me to school, was my only friend.

Last year, Meghan and her hot senior boyfriend, Bick, spent every waking minute together, annoying all the girls who would have liked to date Bick, and also all the guys who didnt want to watch the two of them making out at the lunch table.

People hated Meghan. She was the girl you love to hatenot because she does anything mean or spiteful, but because shes naturally gorgeous, extremely oblivious, and completely boy-oriented. Because she licks her lips when she talks to guys, and pouts cutely, and all the guys stare at her like they cant pull their eyes away.

But I dont hate her now. She doesnt even bug me anymore. And she was lost on the first day of school junior year, because Bick had left for Harvard the week before.

So Meghan and I were standing in front of the mail cubbies when we heard a crew of newly minted senior girls discussing Kims party and what happened. Then we heard more from the guys who sat behind us in American Literature, and then from a girl who is on the swim team with me. By the end of first period it was clear that Noras boobs were going to be the major focus of nearly every conversation for the rest of the day.

Because Nora is stacked.

Really stacked.

She is just not a small girl.

Shes on the basketball team, and she keeps those things in line by wearing a sports bra every day instead of a regular, so maybe you wouldnt notice unless you slept over at her house and saw them in the flesh. But once they pop out, theyve popped. I dont like to use this language to describe the female body, but the right word for what Noras got on her chest is hooters.

Nora Van Deusen is actually not the kind of girl guys tend to pay attention to. Shes never had a boyfriend. She takes photographs and watches sports on TV. She laughs a lot and drinks her espresso black with no sugar. Her family goes to church.