Beauty And The Brain. Elizabeth Bevarly
“Tell Me,” Rosemary Demanded. Letter to Reader Title Page About the Author Dedication Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Copyright
“Tell Me,” Rosemary Demanded.
“Name some stars for me, Willis.”
“Okay,” he replied. But something in his voice sounded a bit strained. “Like... like Beta Pictoris, for example,” he told her. “Or...or Regulus. Aldebaran. Arcturus.”
The heat inside Rosemary began to churn as he rattled off the unfamiliar words, until it swirled into a seething mass of turmoil, spilling into her heart, her hands, her head. And suddenly she remembered something. She remembered that she had always been completely turned on—yes, by Willis Random, whenever he started talking like a scientist.
Because even at fifteen she had always been utterly aroused by boys who could talk intellectual talk. Mathematical talk. Scientific talk. Boys who could split atoms in their basements after dinner. And there had been only one boy at Endicott Central who could do all that.
Willis Random.
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Beauty and the Brain
Elizabeth Bevarly
ELIZABETH BEVARLY is an honors graduate of the University of Louisville and achieved her dream of writing full-time before she even turned thirty! At heart, she is also an avid voyager who once helped navigate a friend’s thirty-five-foot sailboat across the Bermuda Triangle. “I really love to travel,” says this self-avowed beach bum. “To me, it’s the best education a person can give to herself.” Her dream is to one day have her own sailboat, a beautifully renovated older model forty-two footer, and to enjoy the freedom and tranquillity seafaring can bring. Elizabeth likes to think she has a lot in common with the characters she creates, people who know love and life go hand in hand. And she’s getting some firsthand experience with motherhood, as well—she and her husband have a three-year-old son.
For Laurie, Debbie,
Gina and Tina, my best buds at Seneca High School.
Thanks for the memories.
Prologue
“I hate him. I despise him. I’m going to kill him.”
Fifteen-year-old Rosemary March glared at the auburnhaired, bespectacled, orthodontically decorated boy on the other side of the school gymnasium and frowned.
“That pizza-faced little twerp,” she said, continuing with her verbal assault. “Just who does he think he is?”
“Calm down, Rosemary,” Kirby Connaught, one of her best friends, told her. “By now, nothing Willis Random does or says to you should surprise you. You guys have been mortal enemies since school started.”
“Yeah,” her other friend, Angie Ellison, agreed. “Just because he called you a ‘simpleminded, slack-brained know-nothing’ in chemistry class today. I mean, he’s called you lots worse things before.”
Rosemary turned her venomous gaze toward her friend in silent warning not to remind her. Angie immediately fell quiet and returned her attention to the delicate gardenia corsage that hugged her wrist.
“Yeah,” Kirby concurred after a noisy slurp of her diet soda that sucked the beverage dry. “You ought to be used to it by now. And he’s going to be your lab partner for the rest of the year, so you also better get used to just ignoring him.”
“Oh, thanks a lot, you two,” Rosemary grumbled. “You’re no help at all. I only wish I could ignore him. But he makes my life miserable. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t make me feel like...like...”
“Like a simpleminded, slack-brained know-nothing?” Angie supplied helpfully.
Rosemary frowned harder. Yeah, she thought. Exactly like that.
The three friends were taking a break from the dancing couples who crowded the floor of the high school gymnasium. The Welcome Back Bob Comet Festival was in full swing, and the