Getting Lost with Boys

Getting Lost with Boys

by Hailey Abbott

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Overview

Cordelia Packer hates the unexpected, but she's in for a surprise when Jacob Stein offers to be her travel companion, all the way from San Diego to her sister's place in northern California. Before she knows it, her neatly laid out summer plan has turned into a wild road trip, where anything can – and does – happen. Who knew getting lost with a boy could be so much fun?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061971501
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/06/2009
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 697,843
File size: 537 KB
Age Range: 13 Years

About the Author

Hailey Abbott grew up in Southern California, where she split her time between creative writing and creative beaching. She is the author of Getting Lost with Boys, The Secrets of Boys, The Perfect Boy, Waking Up to Boys, The Forbidden Boy, and The Other Boy well as the Summer Boys books and The Bridesmaid. Hailey now lives in New York City.

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Getting Lost with Boys MSRChapter One

Cordelia Packer was the most uncomfortable she'd ever been. More uncomfortable than when she'd contracted the chicken pox from Alexis Dunbar, her best friend, in kindergarten. More uncomfortable than when she'd puked up her hot dog lunch onto Alexis's shoes during the semifinal round of the fifth-grade spelling bee after being asked to spell "forsythia." Actually, now that Cordelia thought about it, she was experiencing the most uncomfortable moment of her life, and Alexis was nowhere to be found. Weird. She wished she could call Alexis now.

But even weirder was the fact that she was out here camping. Cordelia never slept on anything except a queen-size bed fitted with two layers of four-hundred...thread-count sheets and a goose down comforter. Now she was lying on the floor of a tent that smelled like wet canvas, trying to reach the stone that had been digging into her back all night. This stone had single-handedly ruined the restful sleep that she had planned, and it was currently threatening to ruin something that could have been etched in her mind as the most incredible moment of all time, instead of the most uncomfortable. That certain something was the full-on, hip-grinding make-out session she was having with her exceptionally wonderful and gorgeous boyfriend, Paul.

Not only was Paul seriously sexy, he also had a way of convincing Cordelia to put aside her slightly rigid quality-of-life requirements. This time, he had won her over with the fact that Torrey Pines State Reserve was located near the beach. Cordelia hadn't heard the word near — only the word beach. Cordelia alwaysconsidered the beach to be her second home — she just loved listening to the roaring sound of the ocean waves. But instead of relaxing in the sand, she was nestled in a tepee-like contraption and surrounded by a forest of pine trees. Not exactly what she'd had in mind.

But she tried to refocus her thoughts on the good stuff, like how Paul was now kissing the length of her neck. God, Paul was a good kisser — "good" as in he had the power to make her forget some pretty important things, like what time it was, her first name, and what planet she was on.

"Is this okay?" Paul asked softly as he pulled her closer.

"Mmm, yes, that feels great," she murmured.

Just then Cordelia managed to wiggle so the stone shifted out from underneath her without Paul noticing a thing. What a relief. She could finally enjoy the Paul Morgan lip-lock experience.

Yeah, not a chance. Cordelia could never turn her brain off, even if someone paid her a million dollars to throw the switch. While she was thinking about how Paul's breath was so sweet and his lips were so soft, she was simultaneously obsessing that her own breath might smell like feet, the really sweaty kind. She hadn't been able to brush her teeth since last night. She also reminded herself that she usually slept with her mouth open, so who knew what might have flown in there!

Paul stopped nuzzling her neck for a minute to look deep into her eyes. He never let a day go by without mentioning how remarkably blue hers were, but she didn't expect him to say anything nice about the icky white stuff that was surely stuck in the corners of them now. He ran his hands through her long honey-blond hair, which Cordelia assumed felt greasy and disgusting — she hadn't had a chance to wash out the styling product build-up.

Why, oh why didn't I wake up at the crack of dawn to take a shower? Cordelia thought. Then she remembered the questionable conditions of public campground restrooms and the answer became crystal clear.

She tried to distract herself by slipping a hand under Paul's T-shirt and tracing the shape of a heart on his back with her fingertip. For a non-jock, he had the most amazingly buff swimmer-type body. Ripped abs, arms that were toned (not jacked), broad shoulders. Cordelia had to restrain herself from climbing all over him as if he were a rock wall. Speaking of which, Paul was slightly over six feet tall and towered over Cordelia's small, five-foot-three frame. Even lying down next to him, she felt dwarfed, but that was fine with her. It almost made her feel protected.

Protection seemed to be on Paul's mind, too. As they were pressed up against each other tightly, he stretched out over Cordelia and made a move for his wallet. She knew what was in there. They had talked about this before. He'd only been with one person, which is very respectable for a seventeen-year-old guy. And noble too. As for Cordelia, she had just turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago and had racked up a big whopping zero conquests overall. She was cool with it, though. She was just waiting for the right person, and the right time and place.

Paul leaned back over her and delicately kissed her forehead. "You take my breath away, you know that?" he whispered.

All right, it seems like I have the right guy, chirped the voice inside Cordelia's head. After all, they had been going out for a few months and he was super-hot and incredibly nice.

But was this the right time and place? Highly doubtful. If it happened here and now, it would be an impromptu, spontaneous event, and those never happened to Cordelia Packer, the most structured, organized, type-A teenage girl in San Diego. In fact, Cordelia was the reason the Container Store existed and why Excel spreadsheets had been invented. Even if Cordelia had planned on Paul going into his wallet to dig out something that had a wrapper (but wasn't a piece of gum), she hadn't planned on being this nervous and sick to her stomach. She didn't feel right. A vision of Alexis Dunbar and the word F-O-R-S-Y-T-H-I-A flashed before her eyes. This was definitely not good. She had to do something quick, or else Paul would be covered in last night's veggie burgers.

Getting Lost with Boys MSR. Copyright © by Hailey Abbott. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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lesleykj84 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Cordelia has a terrible fear of flying, so when she needs to get to her sister's place she reluctantly takes up Jacob's offer to drive cross-country with him. Jacob is her sister Molly's ex-boyfriend, and even when they were dating he drove Cordelia crazy. But she knows out of the trip she can see her boyfriend on the way, and she knows that will make any time with Jake worth it.And thus the crazy road trip begins. Car break downs every other day, getting locked out of the hotel, getting drunk on the beach, going to Vegas and acting over 21...and you know what? Being so wild has never been more fun for Cordelia. Who knew she could have so much fun with a guy who she couldn't stand just days before?This book is so cute, so cute I almost "awww"ed out loud when I finished. Each chapter they bicker and fight but at the end of each chapter they would find ways to say they were sorry. They made me laugh, and they had such an awesome road trip it makes me want to take one! Except maybe in a car that works better.Fun, cute, cheesy (but in a good way, if that makes sense), romantic, cute, cute, did I mention cute?It's a fun summery romance that is sure to make you "aww" out loud too.
janelee7 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
OMG! this book was totally HOT!
Jenson_AKA_DL on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Uptight, uber-organized teen Cordelia is off to summer with her sorority living party girl sister to take a couple extra classes. Unfortunately her beloved boyfriend is off to Yosemite to commune with nature as a park ranger. To make things as uncomfortable as possible Cordelia gets stuck riding in a rust bucket heap with her sister's overly annoying ex-boyfriend, Jacob Stein. True to her nature Cordelia had their trip planned, plotted and scheduled down to the millisecond. She should have realized that going anywhere with Jake would never go according to plan. The funny thing is, the later they get and the farther off course they go, the less she seems to mind. Could it be possible that a trip she should hate could turn into the time of her life?This was a very enjoyable, cute and quick read. The only thing that did rub me the wrong way a bit was the stereotype she made of zealous environmentalists (all things considered this is mostly because I really do think they have a point a lot of the time). At least the author was nice enough to humanize them instead of just leaving them as militant seeming jerks. However, this was just one teeny, tiny qualm and it certainly wasn't that big a part of the story. With so little of summer left it seems a bit silly to say this, but this would be a perfect beach book, humorous, fluffy and romantic. I could almost feel the waves tickling my toes as I read :-)
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