The Avery Shaw Experiment

I felt myself blush and tears sprang up in my eyes. My voice was thick when I replied. “Thanks, Mom.”

We were almost to the top of the mountain, so my mom wiped her eyes one last time and then put her gloves back on. “I love you so much, Avery. It hasn’t been easy raising you on my own. I’m just one person, and I’m far from perfect.”

“You’re perfect for me,” I said, hugging her again. “I don’t need anyone else.”

“Yes, you do. You need your friends. You need me the most, but you also need your friends. And . . .” She hesitated as if suddenly feeling awkward about something. Then she said, “You need Grayson.”

I felt my face heat up so much I figured I’d melt the snow the instant I got off the lift.

“He told me he asked you to be his girlfriend. You said no because of Aiden?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded.

Mom took a breath as if knowing she was about to say something awkward. “I know it’s not my place to tell you who to date. But honey, Grayson has been so good for you. I think you should tell him yes.”

“Oh my gosh, Mom! You did not just say that!”

I couldn’t believe it. My own mother was playing matchmaker!

At my mortification, my mother became determined. “Having a boyfriend is a perfectly normal part of being a teenager, and I don’t want you to miss out on such a special experience because of my mistakes.” She stopped then and frowned at me. “Having a boyfriend is okay, but no sex while you’re still in high school, do you hear me?”

“Agh!” I shrieked in horror and threw my hands over my ears. “We are not talking about this!”

“I’m serious. If he tries to take your clothes off, I will kill him. You tell him I said that.”

“No! I will not tell him you said that! I’m not telling anyone we had this conversation! In fact, I’m forgetting we had this conversation! Agh!”

We hit the top of the mountain, and I have never been so grateful to be off a ski lift in my life. Tara and Grayson were waiting for us at the top. I blushed even worse the second Grayson smiled at me. My mom saw that smile and was probably interpreting it in a million different ways.

“Owen and Libby just took off down the mountain. I think they had some kind of bet going. Libby was saying that understanding angles and aerodynamics made her the superior jumper.”

I shook my head. “She was probably just saying that stuff to freak him out. She is an awesome jumper, though. She grew up on the mountain because her dad’s a professional snowboarder.”

“No way!”

“It’s true,” my mom said. “We’ve been to a few of his competitions over the years.”

When I heard my mom’s voice, I cringed and grabbed Tara’s hand. “Come on,” I said desperately. “I’m ready to ski.”

“Don’t you want to wait for your other friends?”

“Pam and Chloe were right behind me. Grayson and Mom can wait for them.”

I tugged Tara with me down the mountain. Of course it only occurred to me once I reached the bottom that the minute I ditched them my mom probably told Grayson what she said to make me so upset. If he said anything about it, I was going to die. LITERALLY DIE!

We stayed out on the mountain until dusk and then picked up a bunch of pizza on the way to the condo. We stuffed ourselves silly, and then after an embarrassing serenade to the tune of Happy Birthday over a huge, blazing red velvet cake, I was showered with a mound of presents.

Movie tickets from Owen. A membership to the Museum of Natural History from Mom. Sunglasses and earrings from Chloe. A pair of high-heeled boots from Pamela—she seemed dead set on adding a few inches to my height whenever possible. The science club went in together on the entire collection of MythBusters DVDs, complete with a Jamie and Adam bobble head set—so awesome!

Grayson handed me his gift last. I was instantly curious as to what he got me for my birthday. He’d given me something every year for as long as I could remember. When we were younger it was things like Play-Doh or Barbie dolls, which I’m sure his mother picked. When he was old enough to shop for himself, the gifts turned into things like fake mustache kits and fart machines. Somehow, this year, I didn’t think he shopped for my gift at Spencer’s.

I tore off the paper and laughed when I saw the purple and pink heart-covered diary with a lock on it. Then I looked closer. Grayson had written a title on the cover for me with black permanent marker. The journal was apparently called “Avery Shaw’s Secret Grayson Ke

I felt my eyebrows fly up, and when I looked at Grayson, his eyes twinkled. “I couldn’t let that boring thing you call a journal be your only record of the Avery Shaw Experiment. It’s missing all the good stuff!”

He pulled a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked the book. He flipped it open to show me that the first few pages were already filled.

“I figured you might need some help getting started, so I went ahead and wrote down some of your thoughts on a few of your favorite A.S.E. moments so far.”

“My thoughts?”

Grayson’s grin widened to dimple status. “That’s right. I’m sure you’ll find it extremely accurate. I specifically recall you going into some detail about my broad shoulders and eyes like the ocean as you sat across from me at di

I slapped my hands over my face and groaned, but secretly I treasured the gift. I eyed the inch-thick book and doubted there’d be enough pages to hold all the gruesome, girly details I pla

“Okay, guys,” Owen said. “Who’s ready for the hot tub?”

Everyone started to scatter, cleaning up wrapping paper, pizza plates, and empty soda cans until Libby found another gift. “Hey, there’s one more here.”

I took it and looked at my mom.

She shook her head. “It’s not from me.”

I sca

Nobody fessed up.

“Just open it,” Brandon said impatiently.

For a brief moment I wondered if it was secretly from Aiden and he’d somehow talked someone into bringing it for him. My heart pounded in my chest as I tore away the tissue paper.

I pulled the gift from the bag and held it up before I knew exactly what it was. It turned out to be a scandalously skimpy, dark red bikini and a gorgeous white sarong to go with it.

Definitely not from Aiden.

“What is this?”

I was still gaping at the outfit in horror when Grayson said, “Why is everyone looking at me?”

I glanced up and, sure enough, all eyes were on him, each face full of accusation. Almost everyone was trying not to laugh, but my mother looked exasperated.

“It’s not from me!” Grayson said with a pure mask of i

Libby snorted. “Who else would it be from?”

“What? Just because I was the one who mentioned the hot tub and happen to know that Avery only owns lame one-pieces that look like they came from my grandma’s closet, doesn’t mean that I bought her the very tasteful swimwear that will probably look killer on her.”

There was a beat of silence, and then the whole room exploded into laughter. It was so loud that we didn’t notice the door to the condo burst open. At least not until Aiden ran in shouting my name, sounding half pissed off, half panicked.

Everyone was stu

Aiden stumbled to a stop when he saw me. For a brief second there was a look of pure relief, and then he took in the scene. His eyes swept over everyone in the room and then noticed the half-eaten birthday cake.

Understanding finally hit him. “This is a birthday party? You’re having a birthday party?”