My Own Worst Frenemy [NOOK Book]

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Straight outta the Mile High City, Chanti Evans is an undercover cop?s daughter and an exclusive private school?s newest student. But Chanti is learning fast that when it comes to con games, the streets have nothing on Langdon Prep.

With barely a foot in the door, fifteen-year-old Chanti gets on the bad side of school queen bee Lissa and snobbish Headmistress Smythe. They?ve made it their mission to take Chanti down and she needs to find out why, especially when stuff begins ...

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Overview

Straight outta the Mile High City, Chanti Evans is an undercover cop’s daughter and an exclusive private school’s newest student. But Chanti is learning fast that when it comes to con games, the streets have nothing on Langdon Prep.

With barely a foot in the door, fifteen-year-old Chanti gets on the bad side of school queen bee Lissa and snobbish Headmistress Smythe. They’ve made it their mission to take Chanti down and she needs to find out why, especially when stuff begins disappearing around campus, making her the most wanted girl in school, and not in a good way. But the last straw comes when she and her Langdon crush, the seriously hot Marco Ruiz, are set up to take the heat for a series of home burglaries—and worse. . . .

“Hot guy, lots of lies, and unbelievable secrets….” —Ni-Ni Simone

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School Library Journal
Gr 8–10—Chanti is from a poor section of Denver. She is wise to the ways of the street and has one huge secret: her mother is an undercover cop. When a rumored gang member, MJ, moves to town, she saves Chanti from a fight and they become instant friends. Chanti learns that not all of the rumors about MJ are true, but that doesn't save her from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This poor choice lands Chanti in trouble, and her mom forces her to transfer to an expensive private school, Landgon, as a scholarship student. This is a whole new world for Chanti, but the crime rate there is the same as at her old school and she is blamed for some petty thefts. Knowing how the law works, the teen tries to solve these mysteries on her own and finds herself in hot water while trying to keep her mother's identity a secret. She learns who her true friends are and that money doesn't solve all of one's problems. Her new friends are not who they seem to be, neither are her old ones from the neighborhood, and somehow they are all connected. Will Chanti learn this before she is framed for crimes she didn't commit? The story seems a bit like the book version of the 1990s movie Boyz in the Hood, but with a girl protagonist and not so R rated.—Jessica Lorentz Smith, Bend Senior High School, OR
Publishers Weekly
In Reid’s (No Place Safe) first book for teens, which launches the Chanti on the Case series, 15-year-old Chanti Evans is forced to switch from a Denver public school to a private one due to her overprotective mother, an undercover vice cop who insists that Chanti is always at the wrong place at the wrong time. At Langdon Prep, Chanti is an outsider for being on scholarship, and Headmistress Smythe and popular girl Lissa seem determined to get rid of her. Fellow scholarship student Bethanie has a mysterious cash flow, a dedication to social climbing, and many secrets, and Chanti’s ex-best friend (a former gang member) and a drug dealer have bones to pick with her as well. When various items are stolen at school, Chanti and her crush, Marco, are prime suspects with little time to solve the case. The story is fast-paced with snappy dialogue and a solid urban setting, although Chanti’s neurotic analysis of facts can become repetitive. Overall, Reid pens an impressive if slightly overwrought combination of teen drama and hard-boiled police procedural. Ages 14–up. (Sept.)
Kirkus Reviews

This new mystery series with a multicultural cast stars the canny teenage daughter of a vice cop.

Chanti Evans, a 15-year-old high-school junior, is not exactly looking forward to the start of the new term. While all of her friends will be together at North High, she will be a scholarship student at exclusive Langdon Prep. Her mother, Lana, an undercover vice cop, is increasingly worried about issues in their community and wants Chanti in a better environment. At Langdon, she quickly becomes acquainted with two other new students: Marco Ruiz and Bethanie Larsen.Marco seems nice enough (and very attractive), but it is soonclear that Bethanie has a secret. Chanti can't dwell on that, because a rash of thefts begins in the school, and the unwelcome new additions are immediate suspects. She is a cop's daughter, so she applies the sleuthing skills she has learned from her mother. Just when Chanti thinks the case is solved, though, she becomes embroiled in something more complicated and dangerous than a missing tennis bracelet. Chanti is smart and funny, and this multicultural cast is a welcome addition to the world of teen mysteries. The story is well paced and full of surprises, even if the bad guys don't have much nuance.

This clever mystery with a biting look at class and privilege is a breath of fresh air. (Mystery. 14 & up)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758274588
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 8/30/2011
  • Series: Langdon Prep , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 951,945
  • File size: 760 KB

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My Own Worst Frenemy

A LANGDON PREP NOVEL
By Kimberly Reid

Dafina KTeen Books

Copyright © 2011 Kimberly Reid
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-6740-5


Chapter One

I'm eating Coco Puffs on my last day of summer vacation and watching the news because there's nothing else on but Sunday-morning church shows and infomercials. The reporter is on location, telling me how the police finally closed down a prostitution ring. I'd rather not share my breakfast with hookers or the helmet-haired reporter who's way too happy reporting their arrest, so I reach for the remote. That's when I recognize one of the women being loaded into the police truck. In case I'm not sure what I'm seeing, the reporter steps to the side and passes her arm through the air, Vanna White–style, so I can get a better look. The woman is trying to hide her face, and doing a good job, but I'd know that outfit anywhere.

It's definitely Lana, in her favorite wig, the platinum-blond one with the bangs. She's wearing a baby tee that reads YOUNG, WILLING, AND ABLE, with the neckline cut wide so one side slips off her shoulders to reveal a red bra strap. The T-shirt is cut so short that if not for the bra, all her business would be peaking out from the curled edges of cotton. If the shirt isn't bad enough, the Daisy Duke shorts are. And God, please don't let her bend over to duck into the truck like the other hookers are doing. Too late.

But that isn't the worst of it. People I know might be watching this. I might have to explain to them that my mother is not really a crack ho. Come to think of it, I'd be better off letting them think she is a crack ho since her real job is ten times worse. In my neighborhood, you can't get much lower than a vice cop.

A few hours later, no one has mentioned Lana or the fact that her butt cheeks were all over the news. It makes sense—none of my friends would be up that early on a Sunday, especially when it's our last day of freedom. We're spending it on my front porch doing what we've done pretty much all summer. Talking about being broke, gossiping about who hooked up and who broke up over the break, and trying to figure out what's going on at Ada Crawford's house across the street.

Ada's house doesn't fit in with the rest of the street. It was built in the fifties like the others, but her house is prettier, what real estate agents would call a real cream puff if anyone was actually interested in buying in our neighborhood. It's freshly painted and newly landscaped with the greenest grass that Ada has to water practically 24-7, which is no problem since she also has a new sprinkler system. Everybody else's house appears to have the original 1950s paint job, new landscaping is limited to plastic flowers on the porch, and we have to water our half-green, half-brown grass with a garden hose. What makes Ada a mystery is that she's got the nicest house on the block and no job. I know people can make a food stamp stretch, but not that much.

"It has something to do with all the men coming and going," I speculate. "There goes one now."

"Maybe she's a romantic and has lots of generous boyfriends, Chanti," Michelle offers.

"Riiight, she's a romantic. And please pronounce my name right—Shawnty, not Shanty like the towns where poor people live in a Steinbeck book."

"Who?" Michelle asks.

Maybe if she stopped calling me a book geek and picked one up herself, she'd find out. I know I sound a little testy, but Michelle annoys me. She's taken my best friend since third grade away from me, which is funny because Tasha and I never hung out with her before this summer. We even called her Squeak when she first moved on the block—not to her face or anything—because her voice reminded us of Minnie Mouse. Now they're almost besties. It isn't all Michelle's fault since I've been somewhat negligent in my best-friend duties and I suppose Tasha had to find someone to hang with all summer, but I'm still a little peeved.

"Well, she can't be dealing, because someone else has cornered that market, right, Michelle?" Tasha says as she glues a track onto Michelle's scalp. Tasha's mom can't stand the smell of the glue, so she has to do all her weaving outside. Most people would be afraid to get their weave done on somebody's porch by a girl with no professional training, but Tasha is a lot cheaper than the salon and really has a way with hair. She's like the weave whisperer or something.

There's a loud bang and Michelle jumps out of her chair and ducks behind the glider swing, ripping the newly glued track right off her head because Tasha is still holding it.

"What is your problem?" Tasha asks.

"I thought I heard a gunshot."

"I know this isn't the farm, but it's not that bad, Michelle," I say. "Mr. Harrison is trying to get his lawnmower started. It always sounds like that."

Michelle comes out from behind the glider and returns to her chair. "Now it's my turn to correct you—I lived on a ranch, not a farm."

"Close enough," I say.

"Michelle isn't too far off the mark," Tasha defends her. "Isn't that why you aren't working at Tastee Treets anymore?"

"My mother made me quit because a meth-head held us up, even though I was in the back walk-in freezer sneaking some Rocky Road during the whole thing," I say. "Besides, that guy pulled a gun—he didn't shoot it."

"Well, I heard somebody did get shot last weekend, a couple blocks over," Tasha says.

Tasha knows everything about our neighborhood, but I know there wasn't a shooting two blocks over because Lana would have been talking about it for days. It would have been another justification for making me change schools, which she decided to do when my school announced it was closing. After years of people leaving for the suburbs, our school was down to five hundred students so the city merged it into our rival, North High. Lana won't move because she says if we wait a minute, it won't be long before someone opens an Asian bistro, a yoga studio, and a Starbucks on Center Street and we'll be all gentrified, like what happened in some other Denver neighborhoods. Then she plans to sell for a lot of money. Lana is more optimistic than I am. I think we'll be waiting longer than a minute for that to happen.

"Chanti, you can't convince your mother to let you go with us to North?" Tasha says. She knows me so well, it's like she can read my mind. I bet she can't do that with Squeak.

"It's the day before school starts. What do you think?"

I've been telling her all summer that nothing I say will make Lana change her mind about forcing me to go to some stuck-up rich school across town just because I made one little mistake. She thinks I'll get into more trouble if I stay in Denver Heights and go to North.

"Don't get attudinal on me, Chanti. I'm not the one who screwed up my life."

I ignore Tasha and do the only thing I can given the situation: I lie.

"The only thing worse than going to a school you hate is starting a new school after everyone else. Even if Lana lets me go to North, by the time the transfer paperwork happened, I'd be starting three weeks late. By then, everyone will have staked out their tables in the cafeteria. All the back seats in class will be taken. I'd rather go to the new school on day one than start North late and be the new girl."

"That would be tragic," says Michelle in the only tone she seems to know—sarcastic. "Ow, Tasha. Stop pulling!"

"At least I didn't choose my school based on a boy," I say to Michelle, who gives me the finger. "A boy so sorry he gets kicked out of school before he even started it, and in the meantime spends the summer cheating on me with Rhonda Hodges so I have to break up with him anyway."

Michelle looks sincerely wounded now, not just from the way Tasha is handling her head, and I feel bad for adding on that last part. But not as bad as I feel about her messing up me and Tasha's perfectly good friendship. Although I'm sure Tasha would say I was the one who messed things up.

"You wouldn't be new," Tasha says. "You'd know me and Michelle, and a bunch of other people from the old school. Not to mention kids from around the way, like ..."

"Speaking of kids from The Ave," I say, cutting her off because there's no chance of me going to North and it bums me out talking about it. "Did y'all hear about Donnell Down-the-Street?"

"What about him?"

"He got picked up." I say this as though it's old news, knowing that neither of them have heard a thing about Donnell Down-the-Street. We call him that because there are two Donnells on Aurora Avenue, where I live. The one closest to Center Street got to keep his name without anything added on. The other one got arrested yesterday. I only know this because Lana told me during this morning's tirade entitled Chanti, You're Going to That School and Donnell Is Just Another Example Why—As If We Need More Examples—and You Better Not Ask Me Again Because You're Going and That's All There Is to It.

"No he didn't!" Michelle says without a hint of sarcasm. Until recently (well, until Rhonda Hodges), she had a serious thing for Donnell DTS. "For what? How do you know?"

"I just do."

Tasha vouches for me. "Chanti always knows this stuff before everyone else. She just does."

My friends can never know Lana is my source. They think she's a paralegal in an office downtown. That's because when you're Vice and all the undercover cases you work are related to drugs, prostitution, or gambling, it's all about the down low. The minute anyone figures out she's a cop, she'll have to leave Vice and go back to the burglary division, which she says is nowhere near as exciting. Lana guards her secret like Michelle guards the fact she is no longer a virgin (thanks to Donnell DTS) from her preacher daddy. But I know all about Michelle because Tasha can't keep her mouth shut. I keep it to myself because that's one of the things I do well, hold on to other people's business. You never know when you might need it.

Information is negotiable, like currency. I learned that from Lana. Not information like her identity, of course. That secret keeps us both safe. It's the reason I call her Lana instead of Mom, even though everyone knows her by a totally different name on the street. Thanks to great genes and the fact that she had me when she was just sixteen, Lana looks too young to be my mother, which is kind of helpful. The fewer people who know I'm her kid, the better. Some of her more vindictive perps would be happy to know she has a kid. Except for my grandparents in Atlanta, I'm the only one outside the department who knows what she really does—we don't have family in town and Lana's closest friends are cops. So keeping Lana's secret sort of makes me her partner. It's like I'm kind of a cop, and it doesn't matter that I'm way too scared to actually ever be a cop.

Just as I'm about to tell them what I know—which is nothing, but I'm very good at embellishing—we see MJ Cooper walking toward us, on the other side of the street. Tasha and Michelle go quiet because they're too busy trying to watch MJ without actually looking at her. Well, I'm not afraid to look at her, and I do. That's why I notice that she stops for just a second, like she might consider crossing the street, but she gives me a look that almost strikes me down where I'm standing, then keeps walking.

Michelle speaks first, but only when she's certain MJ is halfway down the block. "What's she looking at?"

"Seems like she's still mad at you, Chanti," Tasha says. "What did you do to her, anyway? Whatever it was, I think you best watch your back."

"Please. She's just been watching too many reruns of The Wire. Thinks she's Snoop Pearson or somebody," Michelle says. "Nobody's scared of her."

"Chanti's mother is. That's why she's sending her away to school."

Tasha thinks she knows everything.

"It isn't away. It's like ten miles from here, and I'll be taking the bus there and back every day."

"Well, MJ's still the reason," Tasha says, smug in being right.

"I wonder if she had anything to do with the police harassing Donnell," Michelle says.

My natural instinct is about to kick in, the one that makes me angry whenever anyone acts like the cops are the bad guys, but I let it go. Because around here, where profiling was probably invented, sometimes they are the bad guys. Still, if anyone on The Ave is prime for getting picked up, it's Donnell DTS, if not for whatever he did last night, then surely for something else.

"Donnell doesn't need to be harassed," I remind Michelle.

"It isn't his fault he's like that."

"Whose fault is it?" Tasha asks.

"My daddy says it's because he doesn't have a father figure. He sees that a lot in his congregation."

"You mean his church of twenty that he holds in your basement?" Tasha asks.

"It'll be a big church one day and you won't be talking smack then," Michelle says. "He used to have a good-size congregation when we lived in Texas."

"My father skipped out before I was born and you don't see me going to jail," I say. "It's Donnell's third time in. Don't make like he's a choirboy."

"It's only his second time," Michelle says, as if it still makes him eligible for that choirboy job. "Not that I'm defending him or anything."

"Yeah, you are, and you need to give it up." Tasha adds. "Donnell ain't thinking about you, especially if he's in jail. If he's thinking about anything other than how his public defender is going to get him off, it's going to be how he can get even with Chanti."

Uh, what?

"Why does he care anything about her?" Michelle asks, looking at me suspiciously.

"I heard he knows it was Chanti who told you about Rhonda Hodges."

"How would he know that unless you told?" I ask Michelle.

"Because I told," she says, seeming not to care one bit that I now have an ex-con gunning for me. That'll be the last time I mind someone else's business.

"I also heard MJ isn't talking to Chanti because she double-crossed her."

"Tasha, how come half your sentences start with 'I heard'?" I say, angry not so much with Tasha's gossiping than with the fact that she's probably right on both counts.

"You used to ask me for the scoop all the time, Chanti. Now that it's about you, suddenly you don't want to hear it."

Tasha doesn't understand. I'm starting eleventh grade and never had a real boyfriend, I have to keep my mother's job a secret on a block where the truth would get us run out at gunpoint, and I have to start a new school tomorrow. With all that going on, I really don't need to hear two crazy ex-cons might have it in for me.

Chapter Two

Okay, so Donnell DTS truly is a crazy ex-con. But MJ is a true friend, or was. Right now, she probably wants to kill me. I can see how Tasha and Michelle might be skeptical. They never got to know MJ like I did, even though I was hanging out with them when I first met her a couple of months ago. I was at a party Tasha and Michelle talked me into driving them to. They couldn't get the keys from their parents and didn't want their hair to get messed up on the walk over even though it was less than a mile away. That was the only reason I agreed—if it was the pure torture I expected it to be and I had to leave, they could always walk back or find another ride. Parties are so not my scene. I'd rather be home with a good book, but my friends act like reading is the death knell of a social life, so I went and regretted it immediately.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from My Own Worst Frenemy by Kimberly Reid Copyright © 2011 by Kimberly Reid. Excerpted by permission of Dafina KTeen Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted October 17, 2011

    Great Book- Not just for young adults

    I really enjoyed the book. I was attracted to the cover,but found the content even more attractive. It is full of suspense and captures readers of all ages and cultures. It is also funny and draws you into the book with incidents you can relate to. I can't wait to the next series is out.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    A Welcome Addition

    Nancy Drew had nothing on Chanti Evans! "Frenemy" is a fast paced mystery set in a urban area and a smart, likeable teen protagonist who doesn't always make the best decisions. The main character was well developed, secondary characters need more development but I am guessing that we will find out more about them in future books in the series. Chanti is "above the influence", mentions of violence,drugs and teen drinking are part of the story but nothing is overly graphic. A discussion guide is included at the end. I would recommend this book to middle school and high school students.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2013

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    This story was just ok, not great, not moving. The first thing that put me off- the author obviously has never been to CO or even researched it. CO is not a desert and in fact does have grass. Adding a discussion guide to the end of a book does not make it epic, just trying to hard.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2011

    I Also Recommend:

    Read it in one day

    This mystery solver's observation skills and insticts are so tight that it's got Nancy Drew shaking in her heels. When she's not trying to figure out mysteries or hanging with her crush Chantal is trying make sure that no one in her hood finds out that her mama is an undercover cop a.k.a a snitch. Since she isn't rich like all the kids at her new private school Chantal becomes the prime suspect in a string of robberies and the headmistress is deadset on throwing her out.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2013

    Good

    Good for a free book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2013

    It was good

    I enjoyed it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2013

    Funny book

    The main character is hilarious, but the mystery aspect was sorely lacking. You'd have to be dense not to figure it out quickly, as I did. Am about to start the 2nd book in the series to see if my complaint has been resolved !!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    Somewhat good

    The book is okay but it isn't even close to the Nancy Drew series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2013

    Loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Nancy Drew ain't got nothing on Chanti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dis meh gurl from da otha side!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am gonna read the next books, maybe even pay for them. READ, READ, READ. Totally worth your time. Dis ow we do it on da southside. JK.

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  • Posted February 9, 2012

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    You might think upon starting this book that Charlotte is all innocent and unassuming, but she really knows what she’s doing. It was loyal of her to think of her sisters and to put herself in a situation that could easily spell disaster. I liked that she was determined to “sell” herself – her innocence, her virtue, and her life, basically – just so her sisters could have a better life. It was sort of funny that the entire time she was on stage, being ogled by all these strangers, that she had a running diatribe in her mind of various things, like smiling, what she could do if she felt faint, the doubts she had of whether or not the curtains would hold her up – which she doubted. Morgan was awesome. He had a purpose and was trying to be all selfless and noble. Unfortunately, since Charlotte had other plans, his purpose was immediately thrown out the window. I loved how instead of being all crying and fitful, Charlotte takes charge and decides this is going to work, and doesn’t take no for an answer.

    In fact, that’s the one thing that runs throughout the entire book. Charlotte doesn’t take no for an answer. She is strong, she will do this, and you are going to do this with her. Period. Even when it turns out that there is a reason why Morgan hates his brother, Charlotte wants to help him figure out exactly what happened while he was gone.

    Also, it was a nice surprise that the author, Lynne Silver, lets the book take a turn into a mystery, suspense, and romance. It was a great book full of humor, romance, and mystery. My kind of book.

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  • Posted December 27, 2011

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    Great book!

    I like these types of books. A good book of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer. What can I say that made me love this book? The plot. I love me a good book with a great plot. The plot in this book really took off from page one. A trouble teen getting shipped off to a new school? A teen with a mom who identity we must keep secret? And the frenemy we love to hate but we can't get enough of.

    I loved the flow of the book. The feeling that the reader gets when immersed of a world of money than what our main character Chanti is used too. Chanti grew up on the lower side of town and it is good to see Chanti point of view. I like that Chanti had to team up with her frenemy to clear her name. I snickered with the sarcastic comments and risking things.

    The plot line of the book is simply yet it works. Prejudice against the new girl, thinking she is the one stealing things. I loved the tension in the book between the characters. And the love interest, woohoo! Marco is an amazing guy. I loved how he flirted with Chanti and even helped her. He put himself out there to prove himself to her and he didn't do such a bad job.

    This is great book of mystery, change and cat fights. Mean girls galore! But it made the book much more fun to read. This is a great series with loads of potential for some major drama I am craving.

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