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Romance Young Adult Fiction She's a tomboy. He's the boy next door. With three older brothers, Charlotte Reynolds, aka Charlie, has always been more comfortable calling the shots on a basketball court than flirting with the opposite sex. So when her police officer dad demands she get a summer job to pay for the latest in a long line of speeding tickets, she's more than a little surprised to find herself working at a chichi boutique and going out with a boy who has never seen her tear it up in a pickup game. Charlie seeks late-night refuge in her backyard, talking out her problems with her neighbor and honorary fourth brother, Braden, sitting back-to-back against the fence that separates them. Braden may know her better than anyone. But there's a secret Charlie's keeping that even he hasn't figured out--she's fallen for him. She knows what it means to go for the win, but if spilling her secret means losing him for good, the stakes just got too high. On the Fence is a sweet and satisfying read about finding yourself and finding love where you least expect it.

I had to learn his tell so in the future I could avoid the horrid taste that coated my tongue. I rolled my eyes. I was convinced that if I compiled all the things they had rattled off in the last six months, there would be no one in the world left for me to date. Plus tomato-juice breath is raunchy. Then I got a punch of pepper that made me gag. What did you guys put in that?

I listened as they dumped the horrible concoction on their heads to groans and complaints. Not worth the taste in my mouth. I gurgled and spit out one more mouthful of water. Football tomorrow. You are all going down. He slicked his hair back, the Tabasco sauce tingeing his black hair red.

Let me grab my shoes. Probably because the smell reminded me of what sat in my stomach. Heat combined with moisture was not my favorite running condition. I distracted myself by trying to identify the trees in the park. I knew the big ones were eucalyptus. They grew all up and down the coast. Even where we lived, ten miles from the ocean, they thrived.

At least you have some freedom. It was good to know I could still outrun my big brother. Maybe they did you a disservice with that. The hill marked the beginning of mile three.

Rain clouds. He led for the first fifty yards or so, but it was a big hill. I saved my speed for when he lost his energy, and I raced past him. At the top, I bent over, now winded, and tried to catch my breath. It just might turn into mud football.

The visual made my stomach flip, and acid crept up the back of my throat. The smell made me want to repeat the action, but I quickly walked away.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. But I feel much better now. Even though Nevada was his dream school, I had secretly hoped for a closer college. It was hard to let go of any of my brothers. I wanted to keep them close.

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I was happy when he decided to come home during the summers. You gotta do your best to be the best, right? The quote was taped to your bedroom door for years. You did. All of you did, even Nathan, and I was stuck telling the next four people I saw that I thought I was in love with my dog and asking if they knew where I could find help for it. What was your deal? My brothers were cool. Most girls even described them as hot, with their tall, athletic builds and stormy gray eyes.

I was. That day at the mall, the kiss-a-random-stranger day, I was wearing warm-ups from basketball practice, my hair was greasy and pulled up into a ponytail, and my lips were chapped.

No more slacking. It was one of the reasons I ran—this high I felt. That night after collapsing into bed, I fell asleep immediately and slept like the dead—not a single dream. One, to prove we can.

Yeah, yeah, come on already. I want to run before dark. I took a closer whiff. He was right. But neither were they. That was the whole game here. We had done this before. Well, not this particular one, but various versions over the years.

On the count of three, everyone jump in the pool. On the count of three, everyone lick the person to your right. It was a game of bluff. If one person did it, the rest had to do something stupid as a punishment. If nobody did it, everyone was safe. The only person I was wary of in that moment was Braden. My brothers were so easy to read. But Braden, even after all these years, was still the wild card.

I eyed him and he smiled at me. I shook my head and studied his eyes. They were hazel, sometimes more green and sometimes more brown. They seemed more green at that moment, and I tried to figure out what that meant about his intention. Was he going to drink it?

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I closed my eyes. I did not want to wear this and have to take two showers tonight—before and after the run. Braden cleared his throat next to me.

He bumped his elbow into mine. Crap, he was trying to trick me. So that meant he was going to drink it. Better to drink it than to wear it. I downed the glass in three big gulps, gagging only slightly. They all held a full glass in front of them. Wear it. All of you. I had to learn his tell so in the future I could avoid the horrid taste that coated my tongue. Mmm, tastes like V8. I rolled my eyes.

I was convinced that if I compiled all the things they had rattled off in the last six months, there would be no one in the world left for me to date. Why not?

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I asked. Plus tomato-juice breath is raunchy. My entire mouth slowly heated up from the Tabasco sauce. Then I got a punch of pepper that made me gag. What did you guys put in that? I turned around and gave my tongue a high-pressure wash under the kitchen tap. There is no pouring going on, I said, spitting water everywhere. I listened as they dumped the horrible concoction on their heads to groans and complaints. Not worth the taste in my mouth.

I gurgled and spit out one more mouthful of water. Okay, that was fun. Football tomorrow. You are all going down. I shoved Braden on my way out of the kitchen and he laughed, obviously knowing he was the only reason I ended up downing the drink. He slicked his hair back, the Tabasco sauce tingeing his black hair red.

Who said anything about showering? Let me grab my shoes. The smell lingering around Jerom as we ran made me sick to my stomach. Probably because the smell reminded me of what sat in my stomach. Heat combined with moisture was not my favorite running condition. I distracted myself by trying to identify the trees in the park. I knew the big ones were eucalyptus. They grew all up and down the coast. Even where we lived, ten miles from the ocean, they thrived.

Eight weeks of summer, Jerom said, interrupting my failed attempt to name any more trees. Okay, yeah, it kind of does. Yeah, right. He glanced over at me, slightly out of breath. It was good to know I could still outrun my big brother.

What about you? Any preconceived notions about being an upperclassman I need to crush? Maybe they did you a disservice with that.

Maybe I should race you up the hill. I pointed ahead of us. The hill marked the beginning of mile three. Rain clouds. He led for the first fifty yards or so, but it was a big hill. I saved my speed for when he lost his energy, and I raced past him. At the top, I bent over, now winded, and tried to catch my breath. Being a forward has spoiled you, I said.

I hear midfielders all over the world collectively laughing at you. We better still be able to play tomorrow. It just might turn into mud football. He looked at his sleeve and then flicked a chunk of red goo off it.

The visual made my stomach flip, and acid crept up the back of my throat. Hold on a minute. I walked to the side of the road and proceeded to puke in some bushes. The smell made me want to repeat the action, but I quickly walked away. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. But I feel much better now. And I did.

I ran again, heading toward the path that led around the park and then back down into our neighborhood. This, coming from Mr. I remembered when he was first awarded that scholarship. Even though Nevada was his dream school, I had secretly hoped for a closer college. It was hard to let go of any of my brothers. I wanted to keep them close. I was happy when he decided to come home during the summers. You gotta do your best to be the best, right?

You guess?

The quote was taped to your bedroom door for years. You did. All of you did, even Nathan, and I was stuck telling the next four people I saw that I thought I was in love with my dog and asking if they knew where I could find help for it.

He laughed so hard he had to stop running for a minute. The punishment was funny, but the challenge was easy. What was your deal? Something like that. Actually, the random stranger was pretty cute. My brothers were cool.

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Most girls even described them as hot, with their tall, athletic builds and stormy gray eyes. I was. That day at the mall, the kiss-a-random-stranger day, I was wearing warm-ups from basketball practice, my hair was greasy and pulled up into a ponytail, and my lips were chapped.

Ever since his laughing fit, we had slowed to a walk, and now I picked up the pace. I think that was meant as an insult, but I will take it as you agreeing with me. No more slacking. When we got home I felt sticky and rubber-legged, but my lungs were open and adrenaline coursed through my body. It was one of the reasons I ran—this high I felt. That night after collapsing into bed, I fell asleep immediately and slept like the dead—not a single dream.

Apparently, it rained all night—not that I heard it—leaving the park a soggy mess. But, like Jerom said, perfect for mud football.

My team huddled and Jerom looked at me. And, Charlie, it might help if you turn out instead of in this time. Yeah, Jerom. Charlie knows how to play, Gage teased, bumping his shoulder into mine. Jerom clapped his hands and we lined up. The score was tied at seven with five minutes left.

My socks were soggy with mud and my hands slipped off my knees as I crouched down, but I was going to catch this ball. I took off after the snap and Jerom threw a perfect pass. I caught it and ran. Someone grabbed hold of the back of my shirt and I shook him free, nearly sliding across the slick grass.

When there were no defenders between me and the orange cones, I started calling out my own plays. She hurdles a puddle and spins into the end zone.

I turned around and held the ball in the air like a trophy. Oh yeah! We are the best! He let me go right above a mud puddle, making sure to throw me off balance.

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