I'm So Sure (Charmed Life Series #2)

I'm So Sure (Charmed Life Series #2)

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by Jenny B. Jones
     
 

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Think you're having a rough week? Bella's stepdad, a semi-pro wrestler, just signed the entire family up for a reality TV show. Bella's first thought: Kill. Me. Now.

Living in Truman, Oklahoma wasn't 100% miserable for Bella. Sure, she misses Manhattan, couture clothes, and her dad. But she was making new friends at Truman High

Overview

Think you're having a rough week? Bella's stepdad, a semi-pro wrestler, just signed the entire family up for a reality TV show. Bella's first thought: Kill. Me. Now.

Living in Truman, Oklahoma wasn't 100% miserable for Bella. Sure, she misses Manhattan, couture clothes, and her dad. But she was making new friends at Truman High and almost enjoying her work at the school newspaper. Then the whole stepdad-wrestler-reality-show issue hit and her life is now being splashed across weekly tabloids and broadcast news.

As if having a camera crew following her around isn't bad enough, Bella soon discovers a conspiracy against the Truman High prom queen candidates. And the closer she gets to the answer, the more danger she's in.

As her relationship with Luke teeters between friendship and romance, Bella's ex-boyfriend Hunter reappears and vies for Bella's attention. Denying allegations of a love triangle, working to solve the prom queen mystery, and trying to keep her cool on national television finally motivate Bella to start talking--and listening--to God more.

But what comes next has Bella once again screaming: I'M. SO. SURE.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781418580995
Publisher:
Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date:
11/02/2009
Series:
Jenny B. Jones' Charmed Life Series , #2
Sold by:
THOMAS NELSON
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
216,640
File size:
679 KB
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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I'm So Sure

A Charmed Life Novel
By Jenny B. Jones

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2009 Jenny B. Jones
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4185-8099-5


Chapter One

That dirty rotten cheater.

I lower my binoculars and swap them for a camera. A moment like this needs some megapixel proof. The lens zooms closer and closer on my target. I shove my way farther into the bushes of the Truman City Park and aim toward the old tennis court, where the loser twines himself around a girl who is definitely not his girlfriend. Leaning over and balancing on one leg, I angle my body and get the perfect shot. One more close-up to seal the deal.

"Hello, Bella Kirkwood."

With a squeal and a jerk, I topple over and crash into the shrubs.

Spitting dried leaves, I glare at the boy standing over me. "Hey, Chief."

As the sun shines behind him, the editor of the Truman High Tribune smiles, and for a moment I forget that I'm sprawled in a small tree with limbs poking me in very uncomfortable places.

Luke Sullivan is delish. Except for his attitude. And his arrogance. And his broodiness. And his genius IQ that makes me feel like I have all the intellect of a gerbil.

"What are you doing?" With his hand on mine, he pulls me upright and I'm catapulted straight into his chest.

"Working." I take a step back. "Mindy Munson hired me to find out if her boyfriend was cheating." I jerk my head toward the couple making up their own game on the court. "I'd say we have a definite love violation here."

"So you're taking pictures of a guy without his permission. Don't you think that's a little creepy? A little unethical?"

I consider the idea. "Not so much."

"This has got to stop. Ever since we busted the football team, people think you're Nancy Drew."

It's true. When you get kidnapped by the leader of a deadly football gang, and said leader tries to permanently erase you from the planet, people think you're the stuff. And when you walk away from the attempted murder with your head still intact, folks start to think you're some sort of sleuthy hero.

Oh, the many perks of almost dying. I've spent the last two months tracking down stolen iPods, cheating boyfriends, a drill team stalker, and one lost bullfrog by the name of Mr. Toady Pants.

Not only does it keep me busy, it keeps me in shoes. Hey, the Prada fairy doesn't visit me like she used to. I do what I must.

"Did you finish the article I assigned?" Now Luke's all business.

"I'm working here. According to my watch the school day has been over for an hour, and believe it or not, I do have a life outside of the paper. What are you doing here anyway? If you're so hard up for female company that you have to follow me around, maybe you should give Mindy Munson a call." I throw a look at her loser boyfriend. "My keen reporter's instinct says she'll be on the market by tonight."

A corner of his mouth twitches; then he tilts his head and pierces me with those ocean blue eyes. "Who says I'm on the market?"

I blink. "Um ... because I've never seen you with a girl. I realize I'm new to detective work and all, but unless your lady is invisible, she—"

"She's at Harvard." He picks a leaf from my jacket. "Freshman. And no, we don't see much of each other, but she should be in for Christmas."

Why do I suddenly feel like a deflated balloon? "You never mentioned her."

He grins, revealing perfectly straight teeth. "You never asked."

A chilly wind blows, and my chestnut hair reassembles itself into a new formation. Luke reaches out and tucks a wayward strand back into place, his fingers sliding across my ear.

"Get that shot!"

I jump as a flash explodes in my face. As three men surround us, Luke pushes me behind his back.

A squatty man sporting a Donald Trump comb-over steps forward. "Can we get another one of you and your boyfriend?"

I peek around Luke. "What? Who are you?" I shove Luke's protective hands away and plant a fist at my hip. "And this isn't my boyfriend." Why am I explaining here?

"Doesn't matter—just move in closer. These will be great promo shots."

"Drop the camera and leave her alone." Luke steps toward the guy. The boy may be tall and wiry, but he's a beast on the soccer field, so he's got some muscles on that frame.

"We just need a few more pics of the girl. Maybe you two could huddle up again?"

I gasp. "We were not 'huddled up.'" Though we have kissed once. But it was just to escape the deranged football players. I barely remember it. Just a dim, faded ... totally hot memory. Donald Trump snaps another picture. "I don't know who you are, but how dare you spy on me and take my picture without my permission!"

Luke quirks a dark brow my way, then returns his stare to Mr. Comb-over. "Who are you?"

The short man shoves his card in Luke's hand. "Marv Noblitz. I work for WWT."

"Who?" No clue what that is.

Luke studies the card. "World Wrestling Television."

Though it's a vague fog swirling in my mind, I feel trouble beginning to take shape. "I think you might be looking for my step-dad." He's known as Captain Iron Jack on the amateur wrestling circuit. But I just call him Stepdaddy Spandex.

"We're looking for the entire family."

A horror movie soundtrack begins to play at full volume in my head. The kind of tune that pounds out right before things get ugly and the fake blood spews. "Look, Mr. Noblitz, Jake's the wrestler. Whatever you're working on, I didn't sign up for it."

"It's a reality show—Pile Driver of Dreams." He chuckles. "And you didn't have to sign up—your stepdad did that for you."

"Huh?" My brain tingles with dread.

"Get ready, kid." He pulls out a cigar and sticks it in his mouth. "Hope you're prepared to live your life in front of millions, because we're going to follow you and your family for months. You'll barely take a tinkle that we won't be there with a camera."

I stand there mute. Frozen.

Luke pats me on the back, his face grim. "Looks like Hollywood's knocking on your door."

I sigh and close my eyes. "Yeah, well somebody needs to tell Hollywood Bella Kirkwood is not at home."

Chapter Two

With a camera crew on my tail, I speed through downtown, blaze through some dirt roads, and lose them with a couple of detours near Old Man Peterson's farm. It will buy me at least a few minutes.

I barely put my lime green VW Bug in park before I leap out, oblivious to the biting December chill.

"Mo-ther!" Ever since my mom moved us from Manhattan to marry her factory-working, wrestler wannabe, life has been nuts—at best. But this is going too far!

"Mom!" Touring the house, I find her, Jake, and my little stepbrother, Robbie, in our newly remodeled kitchen. Laughing. Like life is fine.

Mom cuts into a roll of cookie dough. "Hey, sweetie. We were—" Her knife freezes. "What's wrong?"

Oh, the list. It's too long.

I try to break it down. "Um ... Jake. Wrestler. Reality show. Surprise. Cameras. Me." Then I just wail.

Mom runs to me and pulls me into a seat. "Calm down, Bella. How do you know about that?"

My mouth drops. "The question is why didn't I know sooner?

Like before I got all Britney Speared with the camera crew?" Let the record show, I totally had underwear on.

"A few months ago I saw on TV where they were scouting for ten wrestlers for a reality show. So I sent in Jake's application."

Jake's arm slinks around my mom. "We had a one-in-a-million shot of making it."

My laugh is bitter. "With your luck with the odds, I wish you'd bought a lotto ticket instead. Your camera crew should be here any minute."

Jake lets out a shout, then grabs my mom and twirls her around the kitchen. My six-year-old stepbrother takes the opportunity to run circles around them, his Superman cape flying behind. Their whooping happiness makes me want to hurl.

Okay, so maybe most girls would think it would be nifty-cool to have a camera crew in your house and be on TV once a week. But not me. Not when it is centered around your stepfather's attempts at wrestling. The head of our household will be seen shirtless. In spandex. And a pirate costume. He says aargh, for crying out loud! I will never be able to hold my head up. And my own dad is going to flip. Though he's been a guest commentator on E! News a lot as a plastic surgeon to the stars, he's never been able to get his own show. And now my stepdad gets on TV—just for doing a really good body-slam.

The doorbell rings, and Jake and Mom rush to open it.

Budge, my other stepbrother, takes that moment to come down the steps. In his Wiener Palace sultan uniform, no less. "What's going on?" The feathers on his turban droop.

Budge and I were sworn enemies from day one. But ever since I lifted the lid on the craziness that killed his best friend last fall, Budge has been extremely nice to me. We talk all the time. Like last week he said, "Hey, moron, can you pass the milk?"

That's some good progress.

"You'd better call the Wiener Palace and tell them you'll be late." I jerk my thumb toward the three men standing in the entryway. "You're not even going to believe this. Your dad's been selected to be on a wrestling reality show. And we're part of the deal. Basically our lives will be on TV for millions to see. No privacy. No control over their manipulative editing. The entire world watching our every move."

Budge shakes his head. "Dude, that is—"

"Humiliating, embarrassing, and intrusive?"

"Cooool." He scratches his red 'fro. "I'm gonna be on TV. Chicks love stars. This is gonna be awesome."

Awesomely horrible.

An hour later we're all stuffed into our outdated, 1970s living room. I sit on one end of the orange couch beside a beaming Mom and Jake.

"So I think we've got everything settled. Just have your management look over the contract and give me a call." Mr. Noblitz shakes Jake's giant hand.

"I need to talk to my family first," my stepdad says. "I'll let you know what we decide."

When the door shuts on Mr. Noblitz, Jake gets down to business. "Why don't we pray about this?" He reaches for my mom's hand. She reaches for Robbie's.

Budge and I stare at each other. Fine. I clasp his wrist with two of my fingers and bow my head.

At Jake's amen, Mom begins. "This is an amazing opportunity."

My stepdad beams. "Jillian's right. This could take me straight to the top in professional wrestling. But it's going to be an invasion for all of us."

"Who cares?" Budge says. "I'm in."

"Me too!" Robbie squirts invisible Spider-Man webs across the room. Though he leans toward Superman, my stepbrother likes to incorporate all superheroes in his daily routine.

"Bella?" Mom asks.

What else can I say? "I am not totally thrilled about this ... but okay."

While my mother throws an impromptu party downstairs, I steal away to my room and shut the door on all the madness.

God, I know this is great for Jake's career, but what about me? What could possibly be the purpose in all this? Oh, sure, our family could be a witness to the wrestling community. But couldn't we just send them some tracts?

I fall back onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. My cat Moxie bounds onto my stomach and butts my chin with her face.

My phone rings and I answer without even looking at it. "My life just got flushed down the toilet, Bella speaking."

Familiar laughter fills my ear. "Bel?"

I sit up. No. Couldn't be.

He wouldn't dare.

"Bella, you there?"

He did. My rat-fink-cheater ex-boyfriend called me.

"What do you want, Hunter?"

"Don't hang up. I just want to talk."

"So talk."

"Wow. I've missed that sweet voice."

"Hunter, did you need something?"

Seconds of silence. "I miss you." He laughs. "I'm totally blowing this. I ... just wanted to talk to you again. I miss, um, you know, hanging out. I miss us."

"Really? Every time I miss us, I think about you all kissy-faced with my best friend."

"That was just a moment of insanity. I was lonely when you left New York. Mia and I—we're over. We were never anything to begin with."

"Oh, okay. That makes it all better. Well, thanks for calling and telling me that. Gotta go—"

"Wait!" He sighs into the phone. I picture him in his room, running his hands through his thick hair. "I know I said too much. Look, Bel, I just want to be friends again. You have every right to hate me."

"I don't hate you." I wish rabid pigs would carry you away, but there's no hate.

"I have something else to tell you."

Oh, boy.

"I have, um, a disease."

"Ew! Well, that's what you get for being such a male ho."

"Not that kind of disease. This is ... more serious. It's not good."

"What?" Okay, cancel the pigs. "Are you going to be okay?"

"It's treatable. But it's going to be a long haul and nothing is certain. Bel, I just ... it's really important that I make everything right in my life."

"Hunter, I forgive you. We've gone over this."

"It's not enough."

I close my eyes and breathe. Fine. "Whatever you need, Hunter. I'm here."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Bella, I'm in Oklahoma."

Chapter Three

Happy Tuesday, Truman Tigers! It's time for your morning announcements!"

I tune out the student on the TV and doodle my name in curlicues on my notebook. I should be studying my notes, but I'm busy replaying Hunter's call in my head.

A movement catches my eye outside the door, and I see Lindy Miller, all wide-eyed and spastic hands, gesturing for me to come into the hall. Lindy ducks when Mrs. Palmer glances in her direction.

I make my way to the front of the classroom. "Um, Mrs. Palmer? Can I go blow my nose outside?"

She puts down her pen and frowns. "You can't do that in here?"

"I tend to make goose honks when I blow."

She waves me away and returns her attention to the student news program.

I grab a Kleenex and sail out the door. "What is it?"

Lindy looks like she just missed the game-winning shot. "I ..." She covers her red face. "It's bad, Bella. It's really bad."

My heart drops to my toes. "Tell me."

"The class president moved today!"

Oh.

"Er, sorry." I pat her on the shoulder. "I didn't know you and Harry Wu Fong were that close."

"No!" she hisses. "Don't you get it? We have, like, three months until prom. The class president is in charge of that. With him gone, the vice president takes his place. And—"

"You're the VP." It all makes sense now. A few months ago, my tomboy friend Lindy got a total makeover. Kicky haircut, golden highlights, waxed brows, new clothes. All to impress her BFF Matt, who still has no idea she wants to be more than friends. Though she rarely wears the makeup I bought her, she still looks great. But she has no idea what to do with making anything pretty—like an entire prom. She hates froufrou stuff. Why she's friends with me, I'll never know.

"No, I'm not the VP. Now I'm the stinkin' president!" She wrings hands that can grip a basketball with no problem. "I don't know how to organize a prom. Harry Wu left me his notes, but aside from reserving the Truman Inn banquet room, there's nothing done, and prom is practically tomorrow!"

"Relax, would you? You have plenty of time. And you know I'll help you. Plus, I'm pretty sure you have a prom committee or something, right?"

"I have minions?" She relaxes a little. "This might not be so bad. I totally get to boss people around, don't I? How hard could prom planning be anyway?"

"It will be fine. I organized lots of formal events at Hilliard." That's my old private school in Manhattan. My former best friend, Mia, still goes to school there. This is the same friend I caught making out with Hunter not so long ago. I was always willing to share anything with Mia—purses, shoes, a new hat. But my boyfriend's lips? A girl has to draw the line somewhere.

Confident that Lindy is over her panic attack, I return to class.

Mrs. Palmer lifts a brow as I pass by. "Took you quite a while."

"Major drainage."

On my way to journalism class, I make a pit stop at the girl's bathroom and touch up my face. It's become a ritual. Reapply gloss, give my hair a shake, and make sure nothing is dangling from my nose. It's not that I care what Luke thinks. Seriously, I don't.

(Continues...)



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Jenny B. Jones is a four-time Carol-Award winningauthor who writes YA and Christian Romances with equal parts wit, sass, and untamed hilarity. Whenshe's not writing, she'sliving it up as ahigh school speech teacher in Arkansas. Visit JennyBJones.com and SouthernBelleView.com. Twitter @JenBJones

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Cougar_H More than 1 year ago
I'm so sure by Jenny B. Jones, was a very good suspending book that kept me on the edge of my seat. This book involves Bella Kirkwood, a teenager in trouble with society. She's handling a job an ex who can't seem to grab his emotions, and a wrestling step dad on a reality. From this book, I learned not to be "scared" about things or how people to my ideas. The greatest and most interesting theories were turned down at first. Until the people that rejected it found out how amazing of an idea it was. I don't think Jenny B. Jones was telling us to be a journalist or to have a step dad that is on a wrestling reality show. She telling us to come at of our shell, and I think a lot of us would understand that if we read in-between the lines. This book was an amazing experience and I very much hope to read the rest of this series in the future and better understand this author.
Lexilouwho More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I can relate to a lot of the things that happen in this book. It had me laughing non-stop! I would highly recommend it for the price! Unlike other books, I couldn't put it down at all. I read it in 2 days! I usually read a 200 page book in 1-2 weeks. In the book Bella struggles with life and relationships, step-brothers, mysteries, and her dad's new girlfriend. Will life turn out good for Bella? Find out in this hilarious, amazing story. I would also reccommend it for ages 10+.
bellaelena More than 1 year ago
I loved this book as much if not better than the first one. Can't wait to start reading So Over My Head. I hope Jenny keeps writing more about this chartcer. I love the adventure and tring to solve the bad of whats going on in the town of truman. LOVE THIS BOOK. ITS A MUST READ.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
"I'm so sure." The title pretty much sums up Bella Kirkwood's life in, of all places, Truman, Oklahoma. The first book in the series, SO NOT HAPPENING, introduces the reader to Bella and the circumstances that find her transplanted from Manhattan to Truman. Now, in I'M SO SURE, Bella has settled into a routine and is finding life, actually, surprisingly, not so bad. That is until she is accosted by stalking photographers in the park when she has an almost moment with Luke Sullivan, her editor at the school paper. When she arrives home she's horrified to find out that the camera crew was from World Wrestling Television. Apparently, her stepfather is going to be one of the ten hopeful wrestlers on a new reality TV show. The winner of "Pile Driver of Dreams" gains a place in their professional wrestling ranks. To add insult to injury, her cheating ex-boyfriend, Hunter, calls out of the blue and wants to see her. He's in Tulsa with his father. He apologizes to her, and is fascinated by her faith and forgiveness. He hints at an obscure illness but doesn't give more details, and Bella doesn't want to pry. Luke warns Bella to be cautious around Hunter, but Bella likes the new Hunter before her. And if all that wasn't enough, Bella has to get a job. Her school paper advisor thinks she's the perfect writer for a column on teens working. The problem is the only sure place hiring is the feminine hygiene plant. There is NO WAY she's taking a job there. With all of these situations in Bella's life, the reader can be prepared for a hilarious journey that finds her smack dab in the middle of another mystery and cameras catching her at the most embarrassing moments. I'M SO SURE was even more entertaining that the first book in the series. Don't be put off if you think this is just "Christian Fiction." It's a story for everyone. Ms. Jones doesn't preach at all. Bella does look to God for guidance and reassurance in her daily life, but she is far from perfect, and there is something in Bella that everyone can relate to. I'm already anticipating the third book in the series, SO OVER MY HEAD. But I have to wait until May 2010 to see what else Bella can get into! And please, Ms. Jones, make sure Ruthie is in the story! She was the spunkiest character in the book!!!
Novel_Teen_Book_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Review by Jill Williamson What would you do if your stepdad made the cut for a reality TV show called Pile Driver of Dreams that will air weekly on World Wrestling Television? This is Bella Kirkwood's latest nightmare. Not only is her stepdad wearing a pirate costume that involves spandex, the cameras are following the whole family to see how each wrestler lives. Now, Bella's personal life-or random, not-so-true versions of it-is being splashed across weekly tabloids. Not so helpful when Bella is investigating a possible sabotage against the Truman High prom. Or when her ex-boyfriend, Hunter, and her boss, Luke, start giving her mixed signals. As usual, Jenny B. Jones had me laughing out loud. My husband shot me the raised eyebrow again and again as I read this book, mostly during Bella's stint as an employee at the Pancho's Mexican Villa. This might just be my favorite Jones' book yet. This is the second Charmed Life novel. I love the combination of humor and mystery in this series. I also really like the animals on the cover. And of course, the ache in my side when I'm done reading. I highly recommend this book for any girl, including those of us who've already graduated from high school and them some. Trust me, you will not be bored.
MichelleSutton More than 1 year ago
Lighthearted and fun, yet also clinging to a serious side, I'm So Sure is the perfect sequel to an awesome first book in the Charmed Life series. I read this book within days of it arriving in my mailbox. There were so many laugh-out-loud moments I lost count. In fact, I read several scenes to my husband and he laughed, too. Jones has a truly wack-o sense of humor, but it's also inspiring. I don't think I could ever come up with so many great one-liners. Jones has such a funny, snarky voice. Another thing I love about this series... Jenny B. Jones knows how to take her characters to the very edge of disaster, then elbows them until they topple off that precarious ledge. Bella has so much trouble stirring in her life that it's downright funny because the girl never gets a break. Just when you think her life can't get any more humiliating, it gets worse for her. Donald Maas would be proud. In fact, he could study Jones's books and probably learn something from them. Seriously. Despite all of the humorous situations, Bella also knows true heartache. Her character grows both spiritually and emotionally in this sequel. A number of times I truly felt her rejection. However, Bella tends to deal with everything tongue in cheek. So when Bella is ruffled enough to nearly cry, it brings about the waterworks in this reader. Well done! Now I can't wait for the third book in the series to release in May!
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I loved this book! And of course the first one that I had in paperback. I couldn't wait to go book shopping so I got the second one on my NOOK. Anyone can read these books even if you aren't the religious
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This is by far one of my favorite books, It's funny, exciting, and charming! I highly recommend it:)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bella is settling into her life in Truman, OK; but things are not all settled! Bella's life is on National TV... Her stepdad is on a reality show and her dad is engaged! She can't rely on dad's credit card anymore and she has to get a job! What else is going to turn Bella's life upside down? She figures, well at least school is the same... or is it? Read this fast paced book to find out what Bella is learning and discovering about herself and others!
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