Carter's Unfocused, One-Track Mind (Carter Novel, A)
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When his on-again/off-again girlfriend, Abby, is accepted to the New York Drama School, Carter's world is thrown upside-down. She wants him to apply to the school, too. He knows it would be awesome, and he's pretty sure Abby would let him see her naked in New York. But what about his boys? And with his sister headed to college, can his parents survive without him? Plus, the application is really long.
It will take a lot of soul-searching (and in-school suspensions) for Carter to make his decision. In the meantime, there are plenty of classes to be late to, parties to avoid, and cops to run from.
The laughs and good times continue in Carter's Unfocused, One-Track Mind, the third book in the Carter series.
coach holding half of a whistle in his hand. I find this kind of anger silly, but I know better than to laugh (now). Coach asks, “You want to line up, or do you just want to coach this one, dipstick?” I also know that “coaching one” is not really an option, so I jog to the top of the road and get down into my three-point stance. Before blowing the whistle, Coach makes me wait until it feels like my fingers are going to break, but he knows what he’s doing. I’m so pissed off by the time I collide
you’d like a do-over, I’m offering you the opportunity.” She smiles. “I’d love it. So we’re going in a limo?!” “Yeah. As long as Jeremy and his boyfriend are still together by next weekend.” She says, “Well, I’ll wear a short dress just in case I have to ride on your axle pegs.” She’s kidding. She wouldn’t have gotten on my pegs even before she was pregnant. “Do that. Are you okay to tango in your condition?” She laughs. “My condition? Yeah. I’m getting down for two, so you’ll have to keep
but my right wrist is just touching her left boob. She pats my hand and says, “You’re right. Thanks, Carter.” I kiss her kidney and try to maneuver myself into some sort of offensive position. She obviously has no idea that I’m being amorous here. I caress her trapezius muscles while she keeps yapping. “My mom is freaking out.” “Yeah, she seemed kind of…medicated.” “I think she is,” she replies with a laugh, but then she hops back up and flips on the serious switch again. “Carter, what if you
out her bra all the sudden and no one’s allowed to give her hugs anymore,” Doc grumbles. EJ gets us back on topic. “What about the logo on her car?” “Probably can’t touch that either, huh, Doc?” I ask. “Nope,” he says. “I think their emblem is more like a pyramid with a circle around it.” “Naw,” Bag says, pointing at EJ’s growing scar. “That’s the Infiniti sign, right?” Levi is a math nerd, so he says, “It’s definitely the symbol for infinity.” EJ finally jerks around to look at his new
“No problem,” he replies. “You are really doing great!” Girls are screaming and glass is shattering as I roll back up to my feet. Terry is beating the crap out of a guy like he’s putting on a boxing clinic. The Nortest guys are doing well, but obviously not as well as they thought they would when they stormed into our QuikTrip. A kid has retrieved that 5-iron and he’s heading toward Aunt Jenny, before he’s descended upon by EJ. I doubt this is the last time Aunt Jenny will come under attack,