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Also, the towns' obsession with Quahogs, the bivalues and the team gets highly sickening after a while. Why did Tommy Sullivan have to come back nowjust when everything was going perfectly, to mess it all up? But then the story progressed and Katie started to grow on me. While he moved away to escape it, now he's back and the town hasn't forgotten. Show other formats. Pants on Fire Meg Cabot, Fie.

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Readers also enjoyed. I'm a big fan of how all Arrogant wife Cabot's characters seem to have an actual understandable personality. However, this all changes when the one man who has always been on her mind comes strolling back onto the scene. Pants on Fire ffire one of these books. And her relationship with supposed bad boy Tommy Sullivan was a bit boring. Everything was fine until Tommy Sullivan came back to Eastport after four years. Pantw Condition Any Condition. And she restarted her life. Which was exactly what Katie did! Because what would he be doing here? Sign in to Purchase Instantly. Lies and omitting the truth are featured heavily in Pants on Canot even in the title to some regard of course because of this, consequences! Pants on fire by meg cabot was giving real Coke to everyone who ordered diet.

She's waitressing at the Gull 'n Gulp and making out on the sly with Eric Flutely, star of the school musical.

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Liar, liar. Katie Ellison is not a liar. It's just that telling the truth is so. She knows she shouldn't be making out with a drama club hottie behind her football- player boyfriend's back. She should probably admit that she can't stand eating quahogs clams , especially since she's running for Quahog Princess in her hometown's annual Quahog Festival. And it would be a relief to finally tell someone what really happened the night Tommy Sullivan is a freak was spray-painted on the new wall outside the junior high school gymnasium-in neon orange, which still hasn't been sandblasted off.

After all, everyone knows that's what drove Tommy out of town four years ago. But now Tommy Sullivan has come back. Katie is sure he's out for revenge, and she'll do anything to hang on to her perfect if slightly dishonest existence.

Even if, now that Tommy's around, she's actually-no lie- having the time of her life. She's waitressing at the Gull 'n Gulp and making out on the sly with Eric Flutely, star of the school musical. With the cash she's sure to earn by placing in the Quahog Princess pageant-one of the four contestants is an anarchist whose platform involves allowing Eastport's famed quahogs clams "to live free, without fear of being dug up and eaten"-she can pay off the balance on the professional camera she wants.

Then Tommy Sullivan returns to town. Katie betrayed Tommy rather than be ostracized by association, but Tommy is no longer the skinny brainiac who left Eastport: he's tan, buff and ultra-confident. The lies Katie tells to keep her romantic indiscretions under wraps build until she realizes the truth is her only recourse. It may be a bit tough to conjure sympathy for a pageant contestant with a straight-A average and three hot guys in her orbit-but tweens and teens will likely find this amusing fare as easy to swallow as iced tea on a hot afternoon.

Ages up. Why did Tommy Sullivan have to come back now , just when everything was going perfectly, to mess it all up? The summer before your senior year is the last summer when you can actually have a good time. No stresses yet about college apps and transcripts. No freaking out about extracurriculars or Chemistry. I've got a fantastic boyfriend, and an even hotter guy to mack with behind the emergency generator when that boyfriend isn't around….

And okay, I know it's wrong to make out with other guys when you have a steady boyfriend, but whatever. I'm having fun. FUN, for the first time in my life. Isn't that what high school is all about? Liam wouldn't give me any details last night, after he dropped his little bombshell, because he was mad I wouldn't get off the phone with Sidney to listen to him.

Liam's fourteen and starting his freshman year at Eastport High, and his new height totally attracted the attention of Coach Hayes, who spied Liam towering over everyone at freshman orientation, and asked him if he was trying out for the Quahogs. Since Liam-like every other guy in Eastport--practically lives for Quahog football, this totally went to his head. He's been impossible to live with ever since. And tryouts aren't even until Friday. But I knew from experience that I'd wear him down eventually, and get him to spill the details of his Tommy Sullivan stunner.

Liam can't keep a secret to save his life. Which is why, when I saw what time it was when I woke up the next morning, I said my best swear word, rolled out of bed and, without even showering first, threw on my clothes and, okay, a tiny bit of makeup, because a girl running for Quahog Princess really shouldn't be seen in public without her mascara on , hopped on my bike, and pedaled over to the Y, where Liam's been going every day to lift weights in the hope of bulking up for the Quahog tryouts.

Oh, yeah. I'm like the only seventeen year old in Eastport who doesn't have a car. I'm not one of those vegan environmentalist types who hang out with Morgan Castle over at the Oaken Bucket, or anything. I totally love meat. I just think if you live in a small town-and Eastport's only got twenty-five thousand full-time residents though May through August, the population rises to thirty-five thousand, on account of the Summer People -you should ride a bike around, and not drive.

It's better for the environment, and better for you physically, as well. Sidney thinks it's weird I'm saving my money for a camera and not a car, like everyone else we know although, to be truthful, everyone else we know got a car for their sixteenth birthday.

I asked for-and received-a Power Mac G5, along with a full color printer so I could print my own photos-although I still take my film in to Eastport Old Towne Photo if I want something really professional looking , but there's nowhere I need to go that isn't within biking distance except the city, but I can take public transportation there , so why waste fossil fuels when I can just use pedal power?

And, unlike Sidney, I don't have to spend hours in the gym every week, since I get all my exercise from biking around. Besides, I like having the wind in my hair well, in my face, I guess, my bike helmet covers my hair , and being able to dart places cars can't go, like onto the bridle path along the beach, instead of taking the busy, often traffic-jammed Post Road to downtown Eastport, like everybody else.

Plus, I can always find a parking space, especially now that the town has put decorative bike racks every twenty feet along the sidewalk in what they like to call the historic "Seaport District. And, also unlike Sidney-and Seth and Dave and Martha and everyone else we know-I have never once gotten a speeding ticket from the Eastport traffic cops. Oh, fine. Okay, true confession time: I get car sick.

In fact, I get everything sick-sea sick, air sick, train sick, car sick, even raft sick from floating on a raft in a pool and swing sick from swinging on a swing set. My mom blames it on the inner ear infections I had as a kid. My dad-who has never been sick a day in his life, and won't let any of us forget it-thinks it's all psychosomatic, and that as soon as I fall for a cute enough guy, I won't get sick at all when he's driving me around, and I'll even want to get a license.

For instance, so I can drive with the guy in a Ferrari through the Alps. Because, Dad says, no one can function as an adult without a driver's license. But as I've informed Dad numerous times, there is no guy in the world cute enough for this to happen. And besides, it's totally possible to function as an adult without a driver's license: it's called New York City, where all the great photographers in America live and work.

Anyway, I locked up outside the Y, and went inside to find my brother lying on a padded bench, pulling on some kind of cords that caused all these weights behind him to raise up a few inches. Not unusually, there were a cluster of fourteen-year-old girls gathered around him, giggling excitedly.

Because, since word got out that Coach Hayes himself had approached Liam about trying out for the Quahogs, every fourteen-year-old girl in town has been calling the house at all hours of the day, asking if Liam's there. Clearly, all of the Tiffanys and Brittanys I've been taking messages for have figured out where Liam spends his free time-when he isn't at Duckpin Lanes. The Tiffanys and Brittanys tittered like I'd said something funny.

I've seriously never seen so many tanned bellies in my life. Do these girls' mothers really let them out of the house dressed that way? Liam said a number of very colorful swear words, and the girls scattered, giggling hysterically, but really only retreating as far as the water cooler over by the desk where they hand out the towels. Maybe it was some other guy who came up to me and asked if I was Katie Ellison's little brother, and introduced himself as Tom Sullivan.

Why'd you have to do that? Pull my leg hair like that? I hate when you do that. I could have seriously injured myself, you know. Tommy never called himself Tom. He'd always been Tommy, since kindergarten-when I'd first met him. My heart totally stopped beating. I swear, for a few seconds, I couldn't even breathe.

I could hear the rock music the Y plays over their sound system-they had it on the local pop station. Because there's only one Tommy Sullivan I know of who's ever been in my class at school. That hair! How many times since eighth grade, when Tommy finally left town, had I seen a guy-a tourist, usually--with red hair, and done a double-take, my heart hammering, certain it was Tommy, and I was going to have to look into those weird hazel eyes of his, which in certain lights were as green as the sound during high tide, and in others, amber as leaves on an autumn day, sometimes even gold, like honey--only to have the guy turn around, and end up not being Tommy at all.

But could what Liam be telling me possibly be true? Could my luck--where Tommy Sullivan is concerned, anyway--finally have run out?

Which was a mistake, since the cushion was slick with sweat. But I didn't care that much, since I hadn't showered yet anyway. My blood went cold. I couldn't believe it. Liam had told Tommy Sullivan that I'm going out with a Quahog? I told him you were working at the Gull 'n Gulp, and that you were running for Quahog Princess, too.

I groaned. I could only imagine what Tommy must have thought about my running for Quahog Princess, an honorary title with absolutely no benefits other than that the Quahog Princess gets to ride in a convertible Chevrolet with the mayor during the annual Eastport Town Fair parade I fully intended to take a Dramamine beforehand if I won , and open the Quahog Festival, which takes place on the third Sunday of August. Oh, yeah: she also gets fifteen hundred dollars cash in prize money, to spend on whatever she wants.

And, okay, I know have zero chance, with Sidney running, too she could care less about the money. She's in it for the tiara. But at least I have a better chance than Morgan Castle. I mean, Morgan Castle can barely open her mouth in public, she's so shy. Although she has a much better talent than I do. I mean, for competing in a beauty pageant. And yeah, I realize beauty pageants are sexist, and all of that.

But come on. Fifteen hundred bucks? Even second place is a thousand. Third is five hundred. Which, not to be mean or anything, doesn't exactly make Jenna Quahog Princess material.

Brand new: lowest price The lowest-priced brand-new, unused, unopened, undamaged item in its original packaging where packaging is applicable. After all, everyone knows that's what drove Tommy out of town four years ago. We wouldn't have many days like this left. Megan is a fantastic author but this book didn't cast the same magical spell over me as with her other books. Katie is sure he's going to ruin all her plans, and she'll do anything to hang on to her perfect existence. I totally love meat.

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The Tiffanys and Brittanys tittered like I'd said something funny. I've seriously never seen so many tanned bellies in my life. Do these girls' mothers really let them out of the house dressed that way?

Liam said a number of very colorful swear words, and the girls scattered, giggling hysterically, but really only retreating as far as the water cooler over by the desk where they hand out the towels. Maybe it was some other guy who came up to me and asked if I was Katie Ellison's little brother, and introduced himself as Tom Sullivan. Why'd you have to do that? Pull my leg hair like that? I hate when you do that. I could have seriously injured myself, you know. Tommy never called himself Tom.

He'd always been Tommy, since kindergarten-when I'd first met him. My heart totally stopped beating. I swear, for a few seconds, I couldn't even breathe. I could hear the rock music the Y plays over their sound system-they had it on the local pop station.

Because there's only one Tommy Sullivan I know of who's ever been in my class at school. That hair! How many times since eighth grade, when Tommy finally left town, had I seen a guy-a tourist, usually--with red hair, and done a double-take, my heart hammering, certain it was Tommy, and I was going to have to look into those weird hazel eyes of his, which in certain lights were as green as the sound during high tide, and in others, amber as leaves on an autumn day, sometimes even gold, like honey--only to have the guy turn around, and end up not being Tommy at all.

But could what Liam be telling me possibly be true? Could my luck--where Tommy Sullivan is concerned, anyway--finally have run out? Which was a mistake, since the cushion was slick with sweat.

But I didn't care that much, since I hadn't showered yet anyway. My blood went cold. I couldn't believe it. Liam had told Tommy Sullivan that I'm going out with a Quahog? I told him you were working at the Gull 'n Gulp, and that you were running for Quahog Princess, too. I groaned. I could only imagine what Tommy must have thought about my running for Quahog Princess, an honorary title with absolutely no benefits other than that the Quahog Princess gets to ride in a convertible Chevrolet with the mayor during the annual Eastport Town Fair parade I fully intended to take a Dramamine beforehand if I won , and open the Quahog Festival, which takes place on the third Sunday of August.

Oh, yeah: she also gets fifteen hundred dollars cash in prize money, to spend on whatever she wants. And, okay, I know have zero chance, with Sidney running, too she could care less about the money. She's in it for the tiara. But at least I have a better chance than Morgan Castle. I mean, Morgan Castle can barely open her mouth in public, she's so shy.

Although she has a much better talent than I do. I mean, for competing in a beauty pageant. And yeah, I realize beauty pageants are sexist, and all of that. But come on. Fifteen hundred bucks? Even second place is a thousand. Third is five hundred. Which, not to be mean or anything, doesn't exactly make Jenna Quahog Princess material. Which is good because my parents are making me cut back my hours at the Gull 'n Gulp to one night a week once school starts up again next month, so I will totally need the scratch.

At all. Was it ha ha ha? Or MWA ha ha? Let them laugh. What do fourteen year olds in belly-baring tanks and yoga pants know about pain? Not just the kind you get when your belly-button piercing you got illegally in the city gets infected and you have to tell your mom so she can take you to the doctor, and then she grounds you. I mean real pain, like trying to figure out what Tommy Sullivan could be doing back in town.

He and his parents had moved away-to Westchester, outside of New York City, a whole other state-the summer before our freshman year. They had never said they were moving because of what happened the year before. In fact, my mom, who was their realtor and sold their house for them, said Mrs. Sullivan had told her they were moving so Mr. Sullivan could have a shorter commute to his job in Manhattan. But everyone had always sort of just assumed that what had happened with Tommy-and the new Eastport Middle School gymnasium wall--was a large part of why they left.

So why had he come back? It's true his grandparents still live here-we see them sometimes when Mom and Dad make us eat at the yacht club, which they belong to not because we own a yacht Dad's boat is strictly for fishing; it doesn't even have a bathroom on it. Which isn't the only reason I won't get on it, but it's one of them , but because belonging to the local yacht club is good for schmoozing if you're in the real estate business, like they are.

And okay, I suppose Tommy must come and visit his grandparents sometimes…although truthfully it never occurred to me before. Why wouldn't they just go to see him in Westchester? I mean, Eastport could hardly have good memories for him.

Why would he want to come here? But even if he just happened to be here because he was visiting his grandparents, why would he go to Duckpin Lanes, which is where every guy in town hangs out? I looked up and saw Seth grinning down at me, all melting brown eyes and sleek biceps, clearly fresh from a workout. Which isn't strictly true. The Y is where I took my first photography class, the one that got me into cameras in the first place, even though the instructor-crabby Mr.

Bird, proprietor of Eastport Old Towne Photo-had hardly been encouraging. But I let that slide, because, hello, hot guy. Who happens to be my boyfriend. Well, one of them, anyway. Which made me glad I'd put my mascara on. It was bad enough I still had bedhead. I'd managed to snap all the pieces of my cell phone back together, and had plugged it in to charge. But I'd forgotten to turn it on.

A second later, I saw my screensaver-a picture of Seth, looking dreamily at me over an order of quahog fritters. I tried to call you back a million times and just got your voicemail. Because, hello, Jake Turner's little brother. It was nobody. Just this guy Liam knew from football camp. I mean, it's not like I can tell anybody that.

Any of my friends, I mean. They've all managed to forget that I ever even used to consort with Tommy Sullivan. I don't want to do anything to remind them of that fact. The wind's up, so Dave wants to kite-surf. We're going to The Point. The Point is the private beach that belongs to the Eastport Yacht Club. Nobody in Eastport goes to the public beaches, because of not wanting to hang around with a bunch of tourists.

Also, in the paper they're always reporting finding traces of e. Still, given the whole Tommy thing, I wasn't exactly in the mood for the beach. I sort of wanted to hide in the house. Because, I mean, what if he was still around? I didn't want to run the risk of bumping into him, especially in public. Bring your work clothes. You can change at the club. Which is why, later that afternoon, I was stretched out on a blue and white Eastport Yacht Club beach towel, listening to the water lapping the shore I wouldn't like to mislead anyone by saying I was listening to the sound of waves, because of course there are no waves on the Long Island Sound , and watching my boyfriend and Dave Hollingsworth struggle to get a kite-sail into the air.

I barely lifted my head. Sid was right. I really do need to work on my tan. Compared to her, I looked positively cadaverous. Sidney was also right about spending the day at the beach. It was gorgeous out-seventy-five degrees with a cool breeze coming in off the water, cloudless sky, and achingly hot sun.

The sound sparkled in front of us like a blue-green sapphire. We wouldn't have many days like this left. School would start in a couple of weeks, and then it would all be over.

Our last summer break before we all left for college. It helped that Seth, when he'd seen me in my bikini, had purred approvingly, "Hey, hot stuff. I'm all about the beach today. Who cares what Tommy Sullivan was doing at Duckpin Lanes last night?

Who cares why he was asking about me? Definitely a fun must read for any teenage girl, or young adult! Read full review. The thing I love about this book is that it gets inside Katie Ellison's head. She gets herself into a big web of lies and has a hard time trying to find a way out. To make matters worse and old friend, Tommy Sullivan, comes to town and sees Katie macking with another guy behind her boyfriends back.

But Katie is confused about her feelings for Tommy, Seth Turner, her hot boyfriend, and Eric, her secret lover. Get it and read it, you'll love it as well. I enjoy reading it. It's a good book. If you like reading teen romantic books then I recommend this.

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In this novel, Katie Ellison is surviving the summer between her junior and senior years of high school. Katie has had it all up until now. Katie and Seth have been dating since the ninth grade, but lately, she has also been kissing one of the other guys on the high school football team, Eric Fluteley. Katie's seemingly perfect life gets turned upside down when her childhood friend returns, Tommy Sullivan.

Not only does Tommy Sullivan's return make Katie start questioning her feelings for him, but it also causes a town scandal. Tommy Sullivan was initially run out of town because as a junior high school reporter, he worked with the local newspaper to expose a cheating scandal.

The famous football players of the championship high school football team cheated on their SATs and Tommy Sullivan exposed them all. While he moved away to escape it, now he's back and the town hasn't forgotten. In the end, Katie realizes that telling the truth can actually set her free.

She admits many things to herself, but she also starts to tell the truth to Seth and the rest of the town. Her decision will change Katie's life forever. Browse all BookRags Study Guides. Copyrights Pants on Fire from BookRags. All rights reserved. Toggle navigation. Sign Up. Sign In. Get Pants on Fire from Amazon. View the Study Pack. Order our Pants on Fire Study Guide. Plot Summary. Chapters 1 and 2.

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Pants on fire by meg cabot

Pants on fire by meg cabot