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  Praise for Pride & Popularity by Jenni James

  “This book was unputdownable. I highly recommend it to any fan of Jane Austen, young or old. Impatiently awaiting the rest of the series.”

  —Jenny Ellis, Jane Austen Society of North America

  “ Pride & Popularity is a delightful romantic comedy that will tug on the heartstrings of ladies—regardless of their age. . . . The fast-paced storyline will draw you in while the characters enchant you. . . . If you’re looking for a refreshing reminder of how young, innocent love can break through even the most prideful of prejudices, you don’t want to miss this one.”

  ––Amanda Washington, author of Chronicles of the Broken

  “This was an absolutely captivating read from the very first page. . . . I bought into every twist and turn and couldn’t wait for Taylor and Chloe to actually get it together enough to become a couple.”

  —Shanti Krishnamurty, author of Maid of Sherwood

  “One of the best remakes of Pride and Prejudice ever!” —Jinx

  “Loved this book. . . . Loved the heroine—she was fiesty and funny. . . . All in all, a very good read. ”

  —AJ Cole, author of The Scarmap

  “This is so flippin’ cute.”

  —Sweetly Southern

  “Jenni James pulled me both into the story and into Chloe’s hillarious predicaments, making me forget I’ve been out of high school for years. . . . Readers of all ages and circumstances will find themselves falling in love with Taylor, while laughing at Chloe’s reactions to him.”

  —Andrea Pearson, author of The Key of Kilenya

  “Dip into this excellent read and rediscover how relevant these ‘Austen rewrites’ are for a modernday audience. The author has achieved that incredibly impressive and nigh-on-impossible feat—she’s made one of the classic novels of our time entirely her own. Read and prepare to be swept away.”

  —Drew Cross, author of BiteMARKS

  “Pride & Popularity is freaking A-MAZ-ING!”

  —im-reading-here

  “I love this book! I fell in love with Chloe right away! . . . This is a must-read.”

  —Tiffany

  “I just absolutely love this story!! Eeep!! <3 <3 <3”

  —Rachiee

  “This was the best book I’ve ever read on [Wattpad]!!! So freaking good. And what was really cute is that it was sort of innocent and not like a trashy they-sleep-with-each-other-every-other-chapter kinda book.”

  —Christyfanning

  “I couldn’t stop reading. It’s AMAZING!”

  —just_smile22

  Pride & Popularity

  Northanger Alibi (Fall 2011)

  Persuaded (Spring 2012)

  Emmalee (Fall 2012)

  Mansfield Ranch (Spring 2013)

  Sensible & Sensational (Fall 2013)

  Pride & Popularity

  Jenni James

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  This is a work of fiction, and the views expressed herein are the sole responsibility of the author. Likewise, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are represented fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Inkberry Press, LLC

  110 South 800 West

  Brigham City, Utah 84302

  Copyright © 2011 by Jenni James All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  ISBN: 978-0-9838293-0-0

  To Judith A. Lansdowne, my favorite author. Thank you, Judith, for all you are and all you’ve done.

  ONE

  FIRST IMPRESSIONS

  Summer before sophomore year

  “Taylor Anderson is the hottest guy ever!” Madison said as she leaned in closer to me to catch a better view of him moving across the concrete basketball court in our local park.

  To my right, Alyssa, who looked just like a younger Lucy Liu, practically burst an internal organ when she exclaimed, “I know. I’ve secretly dreamed of marrying him since I was ten.” A pathetic sigh followed.

  Disgusted with myself for somewhat agreeing with their drooling, I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, you and every other girl in this park. Look around you—is there a girl here not into Taylor?”

  Alyssa flipped her long black hair and turned to stare at me with wide eyes. “Don’t you like him? I thought everybody liked him.”

  Madison, still intent on Taylor, started to cheer as he made a basket. Her sporty, light brown ponytail bobbed up and down. Every other girl on the bleachers cheered and applauded, drowning out any answer I could’ve given Alyssa. Taylor pranced around with that silly grin on his face, waving to his adoring fan club, which only made them scream louder.

  I rolled my eyes again. Please, could this get any worse? The guy’s got an ego the size of Madagascar. Let’s just inflate it more, shall we?

  As if by some built in radar, fifteen-year-old Taylor’s eyes honed in on me and my lack of enthusiasm. His lopsided grin worked all of its charm on the crowd as he approached our section of the bleachers. “Hey, Chloe,” he hollered. “What’s the deal? You weren’t impressed?”

  “Uh . . .” was all I could gasp as every female within a threemile radius turned in my direction. I’m sure Taylor couldn’t even hear me with all the noise.

  “Come on! I bet I could get you to cheer for me. To prove it, this next basket’s for you.”

  All the girls let out a collective sigh as he pointed his finger right at me. I could have cheerfully crawled under a rock and lived there for five years, mostly because of my body’s reaction. He knows my name. He called me Chloe. He knows my name! my heart chanted as its speed tripled. Mesmerized by Taylor’s retreating back, I watched slow-motion-movie-like as he rejoined the other players and laughed off their teasing remarks, which were muffled by the pounding in my ears.

  “Chloe? Hello? Earth to Chloe.” Madison’s voice reached my subconscious.

  “What? I’m here.”

  Alyssa giggled and nudged me with her elbow. “You were saying?”

  I stared at her blankly. “Uh, saying?”

  “You know, about not liking Taylor?”

  A smirking Madison came to my rescue. “Come on, Alyssa. She’s just a little shell-shocked, that’s all. Honestly, who wouldn’t be? Nobody can resist falling for him. It’s a proven fact.”

  Smiling at my dazed expression, Madison nudged me again. “I would have to say the new girl’s got it bad.” Both of my neighbors and so-called friends burst into laughter.

  Taylor must’ve heard them, because he paused and looked in our direction. Just as I was starting to breathe normally, he pointed right at me again and winked. In an instant, my face was as red as my very-berry lip gloss. Taylor noticed, and everyone noticed Taylor noticing me. He winked again and flashed those 100-watt pearly whites right at me. I was a goner. In the amount of time it takes a butterfly wing to beat, I was simpering and smiling back. Madison was right. No girl could resist the charm of Taylor Anderson, not even me.

  With the knowledge of my defeat, Taylor turned just in time to catch the ball and swoosh it into the net. The fact that he had been standing on the three-point line made it a much louder “Taylor cheer” as the crowd of teenage girls rose to their feet. He beamed as he turned to me and mouthed, “That was for you.”

  “Get up!” Alyssa yelled, tugging on my arm.

  “Come on!” Madison shouted as she literally pulled me to my feet. The other players were trying to congratulate Taylor, but he was still standing in the middle of the court, hands on his hips, daring me to cheer.

  I gave up and let out a wild cheer to rival all the other girls on the bleacher
s, clapping my hands and jumping up and down. I couldn’t help myself.

  “Welcome to the Taylor Club, Chloe,” Taylor said, moving to stand beneath me.

  My heart flip-flopped as I stared down into his gorgeous blue eyes.

  “I promise you won’t regret it.” With that he grinned, turned, and jogged to the other side of the court, where he sat next to one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen, then nonchalantly leaned over and kissed her. My heart and hands froze.

  “Who is that?” I murmured.

  Alyssa answered first. “That’s Taylor’s girlfriend.”

  “He has a girlfriend?” He has a girlfriend!

  “Yeah. You didn’t know?”

  No, I didn’t know! “I guess I never thought about it,” I answered in a squeaky voice, but at least I didn’t start to shake or anything.

  Could I seriously have made a bigger fool of myself? How in the world did I, for two seconds, fall for his charm? Of course he has a girlfriend. She’s probably the most popular girl in the whole school. The guy’s obviously a player. I, of all people, should be able to withstand egotistical morons like Taylor Anderson.

  My mind jolted back two months to Denver, Colorado, the assembly on the last day of school before summer break. I will never forget how Levi McFayden looked through the sea of people that separated us to find and connect with my eyes, or how he spoke so loudly that the whole school could hear him. He had pretended to still be talking to my friend Abbie, but everyone could see that the most popular boy at our school was looking straight at me.

  “What? Why would I like Chloe Hart? What made you think I could ever like her? Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean I like them. Besides, she’s a reject, plain and simple. I could never like a reject. So go run back to your friend and tell her my answer is no.”

  Levi had picked the last day of school to publicly humiliate me, and I was suddenly relieved my family was moving far away from Denver. I wanted to make a new start somewhere else—anywhere else. Yet here I found myself in a new place, getting ready to start at a new school, knowing the same awful thing could be repeated all over again.

  Well, not this time. I’d learned my lesson. Popular guys like Taylor Anderson will never see girls for who they are, but I could see exactly what he was. Taylor Anderson can officially remember this moment as the last time I will ever give him the time of day, I thought. What a self-centered, manipulative jerk.

  “Chloe, are you okay?” Alyssa asked.

  “Y–yeah, I’m fine. I, uh, just remembered my mom needed me home by 3:00, so I’m gonna go, okay?”

  Madison turned from the game. “You’re heading home?”

  “I need to.” I smiled reassuringly. “Let me know how the game goes, all right?”

  Both of my friends shared a girly look until Madison piped up. “Do you really need to ask? Isn’t it obvious Taylor’s team will win?”

  “Is it?” I said.

  “Hello? General rule of thumb, if you’re going to be living in Farmington—Taylor’s team always wins. He’s the best at everything!”

  “And don’t forget, the cutest.” Alyssa giggled.

  My smile tightened. “Bye. I’ll call you two later.” I heard their combined chorus of “Okay, bye” as I walked down the steps of the bleachers. At the edge of the court, I came across two girls whispering.

  “He’s so hot! I mean honestly, can you believe there is anyone as hot as Taylor on this planet? Dark hair, blue eyes . . . like, everyone is in love with him.”

  Disgusted, I pushed my red curls off my face and then stomped away. Not this girl! There is one thing I can safely promise myself. I will never fall in love with Taylor Anderson.

  TWO

  SURPRISE, SURPRISE!

  Three years later: first day of school, senior year

  “Chloe!”

  As I spun around in the crowded hallway by my locker, Madison caught me up in a bear hug. She had gone to stay with her cousins in Florida for two months of summer break, and she had come back tan and beautiful. I laughed as I removed a piece of her streaked blond hair that was caught on my backpack.

  “Wow! Maddi, you look gorgeous. You obviously had a great time in Florida.”

  Madison sighed. “It was wonderful!”

  “So, tell me, did you find some amazingly hot lifeguard to sweep you off your feet?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I wish.” Then she glanced at me suspiciously. “So how about you? Did you find anyone this summer?”

  I laughed. “Yeah, right. I just hung out and did my theater gig. Besides, every guy I’m remotely interested in ends up too self-centered and a total jerk anyway, so—”

  “You know, Chloe, one of these days some guy is going to prove you wrong. And when he does you’re going to fall for him hard. Personally, I can’t wait.”

  “Whatever.” I laughed and shook my head. Madison was crazy, of course, but something about the way she looked at me with one eyebrow raised made me uneasy. I decided it was a good time to change the subject. “Well, we may not have been so lucky, but wait till you hear about this Zack guy Alyssa’s been talking about.”

  “Alyssa found a guy?”

  “She hasn’t told me much, but from what I can tell she’s head over heels. I’m going to art class with her next, so I’ll get the scoop for you.”

  “You have art next? Me too.”

  “Seriously?” I said, and she handed over her schedule to confirm. “No way!” We jumped up and down like a couple of eighth graders. The three of us had tried since we were freshmen to get a class together, but it never worked out.

  “Chloe, wait up!”

  At the sound of Alyssa’s voice, Maddi and I both turned to see her running through the crowded hall. Her cello case bounced up and down on her back as she headed straight for us. She halted midway. “Madison? Madison! It’s you. Eeeh! You look so good. I love your hair.”

  Excitedly, we joined her and took a few seconds to stare at each other before we all said at the same time, “Group hug?” We stood there hugging each other, taking up most of the hallway. Later, we would have time to catch up with all of our other friends, but right now it was just us. This year was going to be good—I just knew it.

  I glanced at my watch. “Hey, we’ve got to hurry if we’re going to beat the bell. I hope there’s a table left for all of us.”

  We rushed into the art room just as the bell rang, giggling while the whole class witnessed our excellent example of how not to enter a classroom. With a glance at Ms. Bailey, our art teacher, I could see we were forgiven—barely. Hiding a grin, she raised an eyebrow and pointed to an empty table with four plastic blue chairs in the back of the room.

  A whole table just for us. Yes. “Thank you, Ms. Bailey,” I said as we almost skipped to the table.

  “Yes. Well, girls, hurry and get situated while I call roll.” Ms. Bailey scooped up a clipboard with a pen dangling from it and began to call out the names on her list. “Daniel Addison?”

  At our table, we chattered and chuckled over our amazing good fortune. The energy in the room positively sizzled with excitement and anticipation. Then Ms. Bailey called out, “Taylor Anderson?”

  It was like the summer when I was fourteen, all over again. My heart stopped, and I could feel myself begin to shrink to the size of a pea.

  Taylor is here? He’s in this class? With us? No! This was supposed to be our perfect year.

  As I scanned the room, I saw excitement on almost every face. Clearly, our classmates were thrilled at the thought of the most popular guy in school gracing us with his presence every day. But there was no Taylor.

  He isn’t here. Taylor isn’t here. Ha ha, I thought.

  “Taylor? Taylor Anderson, are you present?” asked a worried Ms. Bailey.

  He had probably changed his schedule at the last minute, I decided. I was prepared to shout with glee when a pretty blond sophomore raised her hand at the table next to us.

  “Ms. Bailey, I was told Tayl
or was in California saying goodbye to his girlfriend, who’s going to college. He’s supposed to be here Thursday.”

  “Thank you, Miss—”

  The blond girl blushed. “Oh, I’m Emma . . . Emmalee Bradford. My name is probably next on your list. My stepbrother Zack Bradford, who is a senior this year, is, like, Taylor’s best friend.”

  Alyssa gasped. “That’s Zack’s sister?”

  I thought she was going to have a heart attack. “His stepsister. So? What of it? Oh! He’s the Zack you’re going out with?”

  “I’m not going out with him. I just kind of like him. Well, a lot.” Alyssa grinned shyly.

  “We are definitely hitting Colleen’s Diner after school,” Madison announced. Then she zeroed in on Alyssa. “Zack Bradford? Sheez. I want to know everything.”

  “Chloe Hart is—present.”

  I looked up as Ms. Bailey marked my name on her clipboard. Good ol’ Ms. Bailey. She had been my art teacher all throughout high school. I loved this class. Freedom to draw and design and create was something that moved me toward art more than anything. Yeah, so we had to do the assignments she gave us— portraits, still life, watercolor, or whatever—yet she always let us express ourselves however we wanted. If I wanted to paint my lion purple with a green mustache and an orange Gucci bag, I could. Not that I ever had. It was the fact that it was up to me how I painted the subject that made Ms. Bailey so cool. She was a teacher first, but a friend always.

  Why oh why is Taylor Anderson in here, of all places? He’s going to mess up everything.

  I knew he liked art. Everybody knew Taylor liked art. But with eight art periods to choose from, I never thought we would be in the same class together.

  I have seriously got to get a grip. There is absolutely no reason for Taylor to have this sort of effect on me. So he is the most annoying, arrogant, pig-headed idiot—that doesn’t mean he’s going to concern me in any way. Ms. B. may not be able to get the rest of the class to work since they’ll all be staring at him, but I am way above that. I am smarter than every other girl in this room. I see him for who he is. He doesn’t fool me with his carefree mask and witty charm, and he never will. There. That sounded good. But why did he have to be so, so good-looking?