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Authors: Aimee Friedman
Tags: Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, Americans, Juvenile Fiction, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 10-12), Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, Man-Woman Relationships, Love Stories, France, Love & Romance, Friendship, Paris (France), love, Teenage girls, Dating & Sex, Teenagers, Dating (Social Customs), Vacations, Social Issues - Dating & Sex, Spring break, Jacobson; Holly (Fictitious character), St. Laurent; Alexa (Fictitious character)
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arms over his chest, staring her down. "You're a snob, Alexa -- I don't know why I didn't see that before."
Alexa narrowed her eyes at Diego. How dare he? Nobody reamed out Alexa St. Laurent and got away with it. She opened her mouth to tell Diego just that, but then stopped herself. The top of the Eiffel Tower was so not the place to have this kind of argument. "This can wait until later, sweetie," Alexa hissed, glancing over her shoulder to see if the Japanese couple were listening in on their lovers' spat. Why did her boyfriend have to make such a scene?
"There you go again," Diego pointed out smugly, apparently pleased to be catching Alexa red-handed.
That did it. Infuriated, Alexa spun around to face him, fists on hips.
"I'm only paranoid," she spat, not bothering to lower her voice this time, "because you, Diego, have been acting like -- a jackass." Her boyfriend's dark eyes widened, but Alexa forged ahead, her frustrations spilling out in a torrent. "You've been completely
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loud and obnoxious -- like with those American backpackers -- "
"It was nice to talk to someone from back home," Diego mumbled defensively, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Well, you haven't been making an effort to talk to anyone from here" Alexa retorted, remembering an incident from that morning. "Hey, just a news flash for you? Spanish isn't French! You can't say por favor to the ticket guy in the Métro and expect him to understand you!"
"Sucks for him," Diego muttered, frowning down at his shoes. "You know I don't speak French. And I don't want to."
Typical. Alexa rolled her eyes. "Plus, there's that. Your whole immature schoolboy act."
"Schoolboy?" Diego repeated, looking miffed. "In case you've forgotten, Alexa, I took important time off from college for you -- for this trip." He shot her an accusatory glare.
"So what are you implying?" Alexa challenged, taking a step closer to him. "That college is more important to you than ... us?"
Slowly, Alexa sized up her boyfriend his conservative suit and neat tie, his shiny hair and shinier shoes, his clean-shaven face, now twisted in an angry and unattractive -- grimace.... In that instant, Alexa realized that, for all his fiery passion,
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Diego Mendieta was, well, boring. She'd found him exciting and even dangerous when they'd first met in South Beach, but now, a year later, here in Paris, Alexa saw how ordinary her boyfriend truly was.
Diego sighed, glancing away from Alexa and back toward the sparkling lights of the city. "Alexa, you're still in high school. You don't know what it's like --"
Bad move, Diego.
"Don't you belittle me," Alexa shot back, her hot temper now sizzling. She saw the Italian girls gawking at them, but Alexa no longer cared.
Diego looked at her, steely-eyed. "Come on, Alexa. Admit it. We have different lives back home. I mean, look at your friends. Portia and Maeve -- they're so small-minded and shallow." He shrugged matter-of-factly.
Fresh fury swept over Alexa. Diego knew she had recently ditched said shallow friends. How could he lump her with them? "If you think I'm so immature," she snapped over the roaring wind, "then maybe we shouldn't even be together! Maybe you should be dating a college girl!"
There was a long moment of silence as she and Diego studied each other, and Alexa wished with all her might that she could take that last remark and rewind it back into her mouth.
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Then the corner of Diego's lips curled up in a cruel smirk. "I've had opportunities, Alexa," he said softly. "Plenty of opportunities."
Alexa swallowed as Diego's words cut into her skin, sharp as a blade. She thought of Cynthia, the curvy brunette who lived in Diego's dorm at Princeton and was always wiggling around in low-cut Victoria's Secret slips, knocking on Diego's door to "borrow index cards," and shooting Alexa dirty looks in the bathroom. Diego was surrounded by girls in college. Girls who probably all wanted him.
And, though the possibility had never
Alexa narrowed her eyes at Diego. How dare he? Nobody reamed out Alexa St. Laurent and got away with it. She opened her mouth to tell Diego just that, but then stopped herself. The top of the Eiffel Tower was so not the place to have this kind of argument. "This can wait until later, sweetie," Alexa hissed, glancing over her shoulder to see if the Japanese couple were listening in on their lovers' spat. Why did her boyfriend have to make such a scene?
"There you go again," Diego pointed out smugly, apparently pleased to be catching Alexa red-handed.
That did it. Infuriated, Alexa spun around to face him, fists on hips.
"I'm only paranoid," she spat, not bothering to lower her voice this time, "because you, Diego, have been acting like -- a jackass." Her boyfriend's dark eyes widened, but Alexa forged ahead, her frustrations spilling out in a torrent. "You've been completely
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loud and obnoxious -- like with those American backpackers -- "
"It was nice to talk to someone from back home," Diego mumbled defensively, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Well, you haven't been making an effort to talk to anyone from here" Alexa retorted, remembering an incident from that morning. "Hey, just a news flash for you? Spanish isn't French! You can't say por favor to the ticket guy in the Métro and expect him to understand you!"
"Sucks for him," Diego muttered, frowning down at his shoes. "You know I don't speak French. And I don't want to."
Typical. Alexa rolled her eyes. "Plus, there's that. Your whole immature schoolboy act."
"Schoolboy?" Diego repeated, looking miffed. "In case you've forgotten, Alexa, I took important time off from college for you -- for this trip." He shot her an accusatory glare.
"So what are you implying?" Alexa challenged, taking a step closer to him. "That college is more important to you than ... us?"
Slowly, Alexa sized up her boyfriend his conservative suit and neat tie, his shiny hair and shinier shoes, his clean-shaven face, now twisted in an angry and unattractive -- grimace.... In that instant, Alexa realized that, for all his fiery passion,
80
Diego Mendieta was, well, boring. She'd found him exciting and even dangerous when they'd first met in South Beach, but now, a year later, here in Paris, Alexa saw how ordinary her boyfriend truly was.
Diego sighed, glancing away from Alexa and back toward the sparkling lights of the city. "Alexa, you're still in high school. You don't know what it's like --"
Bad move, Diego.
"Don't you belittle me," Alexa shot back, her hot temper now sizzling. She saw the Italian girls gawking at them, but Alexa no longer cared.
Diego looked at her, steely-eyed. "Come on, Alexa. Admit it. We have different lives back home. I mean, look at your friends. Portia and Maeve -- they're so small-minded and shallow." He shrugged matter-of-factly.
Fresh fury swept over Alexa. Diego knew she had recently ditched said shallow friends. How could he lump her with them? "If you think I'm so immature," she snapped over the roaring wind, "then maybe we shouldn't even be together! Maybe you should be dating a college girl!"
There was a long moment of silence as she and Diego studied each other, and Alexa wished with all her might that she could take that last remark and rewind it back into her mouth.
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Then the corner of Diego's lips curled up in a cruel smirk. "I've had opportunities, Alexa," he said softly. "Plenty of opportunities."
Alexa swallowed as Diego's words cut into her skin, sharp as a blade. She thought of Cynthia, the curvy brunette who lived in Diego's dorm at Princeton and was always wiggling around in low-cut Victoria's Secret slips, knocking on Diego's door to "borrow index cards," and shooting Alexa dirty looks in the bathroom. Diego was surrounded by girls in college. Girls who probably all wanted him.
And, though the possibility had never
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