Barbie Girl by Heidi Acosta (Baby Doll #1)
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
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The only thing that 17 year old Barbie Starr wants to do is graduate high school so she and her little brother, Everett, can get out of Alabama. She doesn’t care about the rumors that are spread around about her like wild fire. Rumors are nothing new to her. Sure, maybe she could change her reputation, but why bother. She is leaving Alabama as soon as she can. That is, if she can pass algebra and graduate. The only thing Dylan Knight would like to do is go through high school unnoticed; he has had enough of the drama that is high school. He took the whole of last summer to bulk-up: finally he is not being called names or being shoved into lockers. He wants to remain on the outside of the circle of constant rumors that surround the so-called popular kids who get all the attention. He would not, however, mind if his long time crush Katie took notice of him. But it is Barbie who notices Dylan and she offers him a deal he can’t pass up: if he helps her pass algebra, she’ll help him get the girl of his dreams. Dylan agrees, but, as it turns out, nothing is simple when it comes to Barbie. Somehow, she can’t help but draw attention to herself — and to him. Soon Dylan finds himself tossed into the whirlwind of rumors that seem to followBarbie everywhere. Can he save his reputation and still get the girl of his dreams? Or will Barbie be the one to break through his carefully-built facade?
Barbie starts to walk in my direction; her green, plaid mini skirt is so short that I am not even sure it can
be still classified as a skirt. She has on a tight, black tank top that exposes a gold belly button ring, torn
fishnet stockings with knee-high combat boots completes her look. That cannot be dress code. Her big,
freaky blue eyes are lined in heavy black liner, and they are looking right at me. I am frozen in my seat. A
predator holding its prey, and I am the prey. Crap. She walks up the aisle in front of me, flipping her
long, bleached blond hair with one hot pink strip over her shoulder. “Dylan Knight?” her voice is a knife
cutting through me. I nod too stunned to talk.
“Dude she knows your name! Get her number and you are my hero,” Third chirps in my ear.
“Umm…yeah…that’s me,” I choke out. My heart felt like it was about to take flight leaving a gaping hole
in my chest as I watched her with an anxious stare.
She smiles at me, but that smile reads more like she is the Greek goddess Ishtar. She is either going to
step over the seat and start making out with me or strangle me. I hope for the second and make it quick.
“Well today is your lucky day,” she leans over and grips the back of the chair with her black-chipped
finger nails, giving me a full view of her cleavage.
“Dude this is so hot, I have a movie that starts out like this. If she steps over that chair and rips off your
clothes I am going to film it.” Third is defiantly drooling; actually the whole theater has fallen silent. I
don’t look but I know all eyes are on us or maybe they are on Barbie’s ass.
“You can totally see down her shirt, what color is her bra?” Third begs.
“Red,” I say.
She glares at me. “What?”
I shake my head clearing my thoughts and make eye contact with her again. “Why is today my lucky
day?” I change the subject crossing my arms across my chest glaring back at her.
“You get to tutor me in Math,” she holds out her arms like she has just given me the best gift ever.
“Holy crow dude, you got to do it. For all things virgin you got to do it. She totally is going to screw your
brains out; and you have to videotape it for me.” I shake my head trying to rid Third’s annoying voice in
“No,” I say with more conviction then I feel.
“No?” her eyes narrow into tiny slits.
“Dylan bro you are killing me,” Third groans. “Listen man you are not thinking with the right head. Listen
to the little man down below, you have to tutor her, and report every dirty detail back to me.” Third is
back to begging.
“Well are you a tutor or not?” she snaps. The room is so silent that you can hear a pin drop. I glance at
the stage, big mistake, Katie is sending death rays in my direction or maybe they are meant for Barbie. I
cannot tell. Could she be jealous? We don’t speak much even though we are in all the same classes
together. Girls, I never will get them.
“Yes I am…but I am not taking any more clients.” Actually I have not tutored anyone in a while. I am sure
as hell not tutoring crazy.
“Idiot! Do you get what could happen with your reputation if you let her de-virgin you.” Third says to
me. Yeah she can ruin whatever little social life I happen to have. “Katie might finally know your name,”
Third says. Katie knew my name. Right? I glance back at the stage to where Katie is talking to that
douche bag Tyler.
“Fine I will tutor you.” I know I will end up regretting this, but if there is a chance that Katie will
recognize me. Her face softens and her freaky alien eyes go back to their normal size. I rip out a piece of
the cue paper and jot down my address and phone number on it.
“Thanks, hot stuff.” She takes the paper out of my hand and folds it in a messy square before stuffing it
into her bra. She stands straight and looks up at the box and says, “It is red with black hearts.” She winks
and saunters out of the auditorium.
There is silence, the whole room in a state of shock. I think Third might have keeled over and died.
“Dylan read the cues,” Mrs. Rita snaps. She is wearing the same look of astonishment on her face that I
feel. I cannot read the cues because they are in Barbie’s red bra with black hearts. What just happened?
Did I just agree to tutor Barbie?
Heidi Acosta was born on Long Island, New York. Moving around a lot when she was younger, she has lived in New York, Arizona, New York (again), Washington, Georgia, and Florida, in that order. Each place offered her something special, but she will always consider New York her home.
Heidi started writing as soon as she could spell. When she was three, Heidi’s mother gave her a copy of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House in the Big Woods; thus beginning her lifelong love affair with literature.
Writing soon also became a form of therapy for Heidi, when she realized that no matter what was happening in her life, she could find emotional escape while writing. Some of her earliest stories featured her as a princess who explored new worlds with her horse Buttercup. If it sounds romantic, it wasn’t, there was no prince charming in those fairy lands (boys where yucky).
Heidi now resides in Florida with her husband, very active daughter, one hyper Chihuahua, two sweet cats, and one very fat moody cat.
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