Aspiring social scientists Avery Shaw and Grayson Kennedy were required to keep detailed journals of all their exploits during The Avery Shaw Experiment. Only the participants of the 2013 Utah State Science Fair were allowed access to these records, but we’re in luck because the ever-sneaky, privacy-invading author Kelly Oram has managed to get her hands on those journals and has decided to share them with the world. Today’s featured entry has been stolen from the pages of Avery’s diary. Enjoy!
“Too Hot To Handle” (Avery)
I think I’ve gotten myself in over my head as far as Grayson is concerned. It’s not that I don’t like him. I do. How could I not? He’s so nice! He’s been so thoughtful and amazing since Aiden dumped me. But I completely overestimated my ability to handle his… I don’t know what to call it. His Grayson-ness, I guess. He’s just so confident. And charismatic. And smooth. And gorgeous. And flirty. And utterly ruled by his hormones.
I was an idiot for thinking he wouldn’t affect me.
I gave him back his boxer shorts after school today—which was completely mortifying. He seemed disappointed that I didn’t want to keep the gift. It was kind of cute in a really weird he-wanted-me-to-keep-his-underwear way. I didn’t want to offend him, but I just couldn’t keep his intimate apparel up on my wall!
I explained to him that I want to fill the spot on my wall with a collage of souvenirs from our experiment and promised I’d pin up a sheet of smiley face stickers in honor of his crazy underpants incident. That seemed to placate him. Considering the way I blushed, he knew that the stickers would be plenty to help me remember what he’d done. In fact, I’ll never look at a smiley face again without picturing Grayson half naked. Not that Grayson needs to know that!
After that I made the mistake of inviting him back to my house. We needed to study for his physics test but I didn’t want to go to his house where I might run into Aiden, and he refused to go to the library. I can’t believe he is so scared of the library! It’s not like he’ll catch dork cooties or something if he walks inside. Well, considering he was the one driving us, he won the argument and we ended up back at my house. Where we were alone since my mom doesn’t get home from work until dinnertime.
Mistake number two was deciding to study in my bedroom. On my bed. The kitchen table would have been a much wiser idea. I always study on my bed, so I didn’t even think about it. Plus, it was Grayson! Not only is he older and popular and only interested in tall, athletic, gorgeous bomb-shell girls, he’s practically family. I never in a million years thought he’d be his normal player self with me.
Then again, he is Grayson Kennedy. I don’t think he almost kissed me on purpose. I think he just got bored with studying and switched to autopilot. Making out is just what you do when you’re Grayson Kennedy and you’re alone with a girl on her bed.
He had this weird fascination with my hair. He kept pulling it like we were in second grade. When I got mad and snapped at him to cut it out—also very elementary school behavior, sadly—he tugged the ponytails off my braids and started undoing my hair.
There was something about him taking my hair down that gave me cardiac arrest. His hands were so gentle, and they moved so slowly, and he was leaning in so close… The moment was so intimate that he may as well have been undressing me!
There was a second there, when he finished undoing my braids and raked his hands through my hair in an attempt to comb it out a little, that his eyes fell to my lips and I thought he was going to kiss me. No, that’s not quite right. He looked like he was going to push me back on my bed and make out with me until I passed out.
I froze. I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t have done anything even if I did know what I wanted. I couldn’t think. Grayson had obliterated my ability to use my brain!
I was thrown into panic like I’ve never experienced. Panic so intense that I simply shut down. Strangely, I was so shocked that I couldn’t freak out. I didn’t start to cry or even hyperventilate. I couldn’t because I’d stopped breathing. Stopped processing. Couldn’t move if my life depended on it. I was completely transformed like one of those kids who’d been petrified by a basilisk in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
I saw it in Grayson’s eyes the moment he realized what he was doing, and that he was about to do it to me, of all people. He looked as shocked as I was, but he snapped out of it almost immediately and plastered a ridiculously handsome smile on his face.
He tousled my hair and teased me about my dorky braids as if nothing had happened at all. I didn’t know how he could switch gears so fast, but then, obviously he hadn’t been as affected by the moment as me.
I was a mess though. I couldn’t snap out of it until Grayson asked me a question about his homework. Science was something I understood, something I could process, so I grabbed on to his question like it was a lifeline. I managed to not panic, but I never did calm down the rest of the night.
I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to act normal around him again. I have to figure it out though because he wants to work on our experiment tomorrow night. I really hope that whatever he plans, it’s somewhere very public. I don’t think hanging out with him alone is a very good idea anymore. Maybe not even at all. At this rate, he’s likely to kill me long before we get to the science fair.
Be sure to catch all of the entries from the Avery Shaw Diaries!
June 3rd — “I See London, I See France” (Avery) — Colorimetry
June 4th — “Purging” (Grayson) — Reading Teen
June 5th — “Too Hot To Handle” (Avery) — I Am A Reader, Not A Writer
June 6th — “Self Control, Or Lack Thereof” (Grayson) — Book Passion For Life
June 7th — “Most Definitely A Real Date” (Grayson) — Confessions of a Bookaholic
June 8th — “Post Shower Avery And Grayson Things” (Avery) — A Life Bound By Books
Have a soft spot for Grayson? Good news, you have a chance to hear from him personally! Avery loved the diary Grayson made her so much that Grayson decided to make another one for one very lucky fan. Enter the giveaway below for a chance to win your very own personalized Secret Grayson Kennedy Love Diary, complete with a personal letter/journal entry from Grayson himself! The winner of the diary will also receive some Kelly Oram bookmarks and a signed Avery Shaw Experiment mini-poster. (roughly 8″x11″) Five other lucky winners will also receive signed Avery Shaw Experiment mini-posters.
Title: The Avery Shaw Experiment
Author: Kelly Oram
Genre: YA contemporary romance
Release Date: May 2013
When Avery Shaw’s heart is shattered by her life-long best friend, she chooses to deal with it the only way she knows how—scientifically.
The state science fair is coming up and Avery decides to use her broken heart as the topic of her experiment. She’s going to find the cure. By forcing herself to experience the seven stages of grief through a series of social tests, she believes she will be able to get over Aiden Kennedy and make herself ready to love again. But she can’t do this experiment alone, and her partner (ex partner!) is the one who broke her heart.
Avery finds the solution to her troubles in the form of Aiden’s older brother Grayson. The gorgeous womanizer is about to be kicked off the school basketball team for failing physics. He’s in need of a good tutor and some serious extra credit. But when Avery recruits the lovable Grayson to be her “objective outside observer,” she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for, because Grayson has a theory of his own: Avery doesn’t need to grieve. She needs to live. And if there’s one thing Grayson Kennedy is good at, it’s living life to the fullest.
Teaser One – Avery
Grayson finally noticed Aiden and I on the couch. “What are you two dorks doing?”
“Learning about steroids,” I said cheerfully. “You should probably know that using them can cause acne, testicular atrophy, decreased sperm count, prostate enlargement and gynecomastia.”
Grayson looked rightfully appalled. “Gyneco-what-ia?”
“Enlarged breasts in men,” Aiden translated. “So you should lay off the juice before you have to start borrowing Avery’s bras.”
I gasped at the mention of my underwear and whacked Aiden’s shoulder hard.
Behind me, Grayson laughed. I knew he was about to deliver a comeback, but I refused to look at him. Seconds later his breath was warm on my neck. He whispered just low enough that his mother couldn’t hear what he said. “I like my bras colorful and lacey, Aves. Not sure your collection would do it for me.”
Total mortification. Grayson may be as close as family to me, but he was still one of the hottest, most popular guys in our whole school. Him discussing my bras in that low sexy voice that could stop a girl’s heart on the spot made my lungs constrict. Plus, he was right of course. My bras were all of the plain white cotton variety.
Teaser Two – Grayson
I started to leave the room but she stopped me at the door. “Grayson?” Her tone tugged at something inside me. “You really want to take me with you tonight?”
She sounded so small and unsure of herself. It was how she always sounded at school and around strangers, but never when she was at home with us. I think my brother had really broken her. I was seriously going to have to beat him sometime.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know I really freaked out on you earlier, but I promise I’ll be fine. Aiden’s right.” She swallowed back a lump in her throat. “I’ll manage without him somehow.”
“Aiden’s a tool. You can learn how to manage tomorrow. Tonight’s New Years Eve and for once in your life you’re going to spend it without Aiden or The Discovery Channel.
I knew I was making progress when she cracked a smile and asked, “What about Whootylicious in 7 B?”
I thought of the luscious booty I’d originally planned on seeing tonight and sighed. “That will be an unfortunate loss, but, like you, I will just have to deal.”
I winked and then decided I’d give her ten minutes before I came back and physically dragged her out of bed.
Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen–a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which family and friends still tease her. She’s obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and loves to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and four children.