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It was a simple plan. She would help him pass algebra. He would help her win the student election. What could go wrong?
Take one geeky sixteen-year-old girl deathly afraid of speaking to any crowd larger than one, but who desperately needs something on her application other than perfect grades to get her into Stanford. Add in a star basketball player who's Mr. Popular to everyone else, but who's hiding more than a few startling secrets. Throw in a crisis of identity, a scheming girlfriend, and troubled family lives. Oh, and make sure everything that can go wrong does. Then count the votes.
The result is PRESIDENT JOCK, VICE PRESIDENT GEEK, the story of two mixed up teenagers struggling to find themselves and the craziest student election ever to hit the halls of Rexton High.
"Carter's writing is on target." - Publishers Weekly
SCOTT WILLIAM CARTER's first young adult novel, The Last Great Getaway of the Water Balloon Boys, was hailed by Publishers Weekly as a "touching and impressive debut," and called "compelling" and "a good choice for reluctant readers" by Library Journal. His short stories have appeared in dozens of popular magazines and anthologies, including Analog, Ellery Queen, Realms of Fantasy, and Weird Tales. He lives in Oregon with his wife, two children, and thousands of imaginary friends. Visit him online at scottwilliamcarter.com.
Take one geeky sixteen-year-old girl deathly afraid of speaking to any crowd larger than one, but who desperately needs something on her application other than perfect grades to get her into Stanford. Add in a star basketball player who's Mr. Popular to everyone else, but who's hiding more than a few startling secrets. Throw in a crisis of identity, a scheming girlfriend, and troubled family lives. Oh, and make sure everything that can go wrong does. Then count the votes.
The result is PRESIDENT JOCK, VICE PRESIDENT GEEK, the story of two mixed up teenagers struggling to find themselves and the craziest student election ever to hit the halls of Rexton High.
"Carter's writing is on target." - Publishers Weekly
SCOTT WILLIAM CARTER's first young adult novel, The Last Great Getaway of the Water Balloon Boys, was hailed by Publishers Weekly as a "touching and impressive debut," and called "compelling" and "a good choice for reluctant readers" by Library Journal. His short stories have appeared in dozens of popular magazines and anthologies, including Analog, Ellery Queen, Realms of Fantasy, and Weird Tales. He lives in Oregon with his wife, two children, and thousands of imaginary friends. Visit him online at scottwilliamcarter.com.
From the Inside Flap
From President Jock, Vice President Geek:
"I just realized how hard it's going to be to pull this off, even if everything goes right. Which it won't. Nothing in my life ever does. I mean, it was one thing when it was just a plan that I was sure you'd just think was stupid. It's another thing when it's something we're going to actually do." She looked at me. "Listen, we will have to be careful. We have to make a pact right here that no matter what happens, we won't ever talk about this conversation. We won't ever tell people about our plan. If we do . . . " She shook her head. "It's fraught with danger."
"Fraught?" I said. "Who talks like that?"
"Just think of what would happen if kids found out," she said, as if she hadn't heard my remark. "Our reputations would be ruined. We really need to make sure we're okay with the risk before we take the plunge."
"As long as you don't use the word fraught in any speech you write for me, I think we'll be okay."
"It might even be the sort of thing that makes the paper," she said, her voice rising. She was visibly trembling, her bog of hair shimmering as if she'd just stuck her finger in a electrical outlet. "Even the Portland news! Maybe we'd even end up as a bullet on Yahoo. Just think of it! We might even be expelled. It would go on our records. Ruin both of our lives. You might lose your scholarship. No way I'd get into Stanford, or any decent school for that matter. The only thing we'd be able to do would be some stupid reality show. Then in five years we'd be working at gas stations and somebody would say, hey, don't I know you, you were that girl that tried to fix a school election . . . Oh god, Josh. Maybe, maybe we--"
"Hey, hey, take it easy," I said, putting a hand on her arm. She looked at me in surprise, but she also stopped trembling. "We haven't even started and you're already losing it. You've got to be a little more cool under pressure."
"Cool under pressure," she said, nodding. "Right."
"It'll all work out."
"It'll all work out," she repeated.
"That's better. We're not doing anything wrong, Becky. It's not like we're rigging the ballot box. So don't use the word cheat. This isn't cheating. Not even close. We're going to have to get voted in just like anybody else, and it's not a given. We might lose. The only thing we're doing is agreeing ahead of time that if we do win, I'm going to step down. And that's nothing. Nothing at all. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. So it's a deal?"
She bit down on her lower lip. "You sure nothing can go wrong?"
"Absolutely."
"I just realized how hard it's going to be to pull this off, even if everything goes right. Which it won't. Nothing in my life ever does. I mean, it was one thing when it was just a plan that I was sure you'd just think was stupid. It's another thing when it's something we're going to actually do." She looked at me. "Listen, we will have to be careful. We have to make a pact right here that no matter what happens, we won't ever talk about this conversation. We won't ever tell people about our plan. If we do . . . " She shook her head. "It's fraught with danger."
"Fraught?" I said. "Who talks like that?"
"Just think of what would happen if kids found out," she said, as if she hadn't heard my remark. "Our reputations would be ruined. We really need to make sure we're okay with the risk before we take the plunge."
"As long as you don't use the word fraught in any speech you write for me, I think we'll be okay."
"It might even be the sort of thing that makes the paper," she said, her voice rising. She was visibly trembling, her bog of hair shimmering as if she'd just stuck her finger in a electrical outlet. "Even the Portland news! Maybe we'd even end up as a bullet on Yahoo. Just think of it! We might even be expelled. It would go on our records. Ruin both of our lives. You might lose your scholarship. No way I'd get into Stanford, or any decent school for that matter. The only thing we'd be able to do would be some stupid reality show. Then in five years we'd be working at gas stations and somebody would say, hey, don't I know you, you were that girl that tried to fix a school election . . . Oh god, Josh. Maybe, maybe we--"
"Hey, hey, take it easy," I said, putting a hand on her arm. She looked at me in surprise, but she also stopped trembling. "We haven't even started and you're already losing it. You've got to be a little more cool under pressure."
"Cool under pressure," she said, nodding. "Right."
"It'll all work out."
"It'll all work out," she repeated.
"That's better. We're not doing anything wrong, Becky. It's not like we're rigging the ballot box. So don't use the word cheat. This isn't cheating. Not even close. We're going to have to get voted in just like anybody else, and it's not a given. We might lose. The only thing we're doing is agreeing ahead of time that if we do win, I'm going to step down. And that's nothing. Nothing at all. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. So it's a deal?"
She bit down on her lower lip. "You sure nothing can go wrong?"
"Absolutely."
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