Grecian Holiday: Or, How I Turned Down the Best Possible Thing Only to Have the Time of My Life

Grecian Holiday: Or, How I Turned Down the Best Possible Thing Only to Have the Time of My Life

by Kate Cann

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Grecian Holiday: Or, How I Turned Down the Best Possible Thing Only to Have the Time of My Life by Kate Cann

Dear Mike,

Arrived at the old villa 3 days ago. It's all blue shy, white walls and heat here — you'll see. Jade's's already heading for trouble and I can't suss Sarah out. Hope you and your mates are having a blast on your trek, especially without me dragging you down. I bet deep down you're glad I bailed out. Ill see you before this postcard even finds you.

Miss you!

Kelly XOX

When Kelly opts out of a summer of roughing it with her intimidating, intense boyfriend, Mike, she doesn't realize she's opted into a summer that will change everything, especially herself.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780064473026
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 06/28/2002
Edition description: 1ST AVON E
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.88(d)
Age Range: 14 - 13 Years

About the Author

Kate Cann lives in England with her husband, daughter, son and dog. She worked as an editor for many years before writing several books, including Ready?, Sex, and Go!, which were bestsellers in the UK.

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Chapter One

Three weeks into June, and life was great and I had everything going for me. Four weeks into it and I chucked it all in.

OK, that's a bit dramatic, but that's what it felt like. I look back and still can't believe what I did. So unhesitatingly. On instinct, I suppose. Survival instinct.

A-levels were over, and I thought I'd done OK in them. Good enough to get the college place I was after, anyway. But first — euphoria. Freedom. A whole gap year before I got down to real life.

It was high summer, and I was with Mike. We'd been together four months and that time had been intense. I'd felt like I was walking a tightrope all the time. On one side, Mike, and on the other, working for the exams, and me in between, swaying dangerously. Just about keeping my balance, keeping my head together.

But as soon as I walked out of the last exam I just plunged. I spent every possible minute with Mike. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, I couldn't keep my hands off him. Time spent without him was wasted, pointless. My friends accused me of dropping them, of being obsessed. But I didn't care. I'd worked my hide off and now I was going to free fall unthinkingly whichever way it took me.

Which was to him.

So there we were, blissed out, staying in, going out, making love, partying. Talking about every subject under the sun. Except love, we didn't talk about that. We just circled it, the whole idea of it. But we were falling all right. Well, I was. I felt like he was taking me over.

There were bad times, too, of course there were. He'd throw a fit over some comment, some attitude of mine, say stuff like, "I can'tbelieve you think that way!" And I'd back down, because I couldn't bear to disappoint him. Or we'd row, and his temper would be spiraling out of control when he'd manage to stop, and say sorry. And then I'd say sorry, too.

Sometimes I felt we'd moved too fast, too soon. Everything was so intense. Little things, little differences — they took on an importance out of all real proportion. It was made worse by the fact that he was going away at the end of June, off across Europe in a souped up sleeper-van with four of his mates. Something that had been planned long before I came into his life. We felt like time was running out on us. He kept saying he didn't want to go, couldn't bear to leave me behind for the summer. And I was pleased and restrained, waiting to see what would happen.

Then one morning he rushed round, early, pushed past my indignant mum, and burst into my bedroom. I saw him first in the mirror, because I was standing there brushing my hair, and my stomach flipped, like it always does when I see him. He is so fit. Real strong features, wonderful eyes, sexy teeth. I spun around and he came bounding over and wrapped his arms around me, half lifting me off my feet. Then he stepped back, and smiled, hugely. "You're in, Kelly! The guys — they've said you can come on the trip!"

This scenario had not even entered my consciousness. I'd imagined him dropping out, or coming home early, to be with me — but not this.

I was so shocked I couldn't speak, but Mike filled in the silence for me. "This is the best, Kelly — it's perfect. We'll be together for like, three months! I've got a tent I can take. And if the weather's rough you can have my bunk in the van and I'll sleep on the floor."

"But Mike, this is — Jesus, this hadn't even crossed my mind . . ."

"I know. I didn't want to say anything to you until it was fixed. I didn't want to get your hopes up. But it's definite, Kelly. Everyone's agreed."

"They agreed? But I mean — they hardly know me — "

"What does that matter? They know you enough to say yes. What's the matter? Aren't you pleased?"

"Yeah — yeah — of course I'm pleased, it's just so unexpected, it's — "

"Bloody brilliant. It solves everything, Kelly, it's great."

And he took a step toward me again, grinning, but I stopped him saying, "You sure you didn't twist their arms?"

"Look — don't worry about them. You'll be with me, not them."

"Yeah, but I'll be there. Won't I throw the balance out?"

"What are you talking about? What balance?"

"You five guys."

"Look — they've said you can come!"

"Yes, but it's a big blokey thing, isn't it? They wanted you along . . . if you're with me you'll have less time with them and — "

"Jesus, Kelly — stop making problems! I thought you'd be . . . I thought you'd be really pleased! Don't you want to be with me this summer?"

"Well, yeah you know I — "

"So stop worrying! It'll be great! I can do stuff with them. And we can all do stuff together. And you and me — we can do stuff too, yeah? Really do it."

And then he reached out, wrapped his arm around my neck, pulled me toward him and started pushing his face into my hair, and we stopped talking and went on to the stuff, despite the fact that Mum was singing very loudly in the bathroom on the other side of the wall.

Grecian Holiday. Copyright © by Kate Cann. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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