Page 1 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

I’d made it to senior year with my V-card still intact, which was easier to do than they made it seem in the movies. Heck, I’d gone all four years of high school without getting so much as a kiss. (I still refused to count that time with Billy Cunningham. Him attacking me, open-mouthed like a zombie, slobbering on my neck while I scrambled away, did not a kiss make. Gross.) Honestly, unlike some of my classmates, I’d never thought it was that big a deal.

Still…

…it was on my “Carpe Diem List”—the kissing, not the sexing…was that even a word? Gah, I was so out of the loop—but now it looked like even a kiss might be off limits.

I closed my eyes, shook my head.

The official documentation of my eternal virginal status was burning a hole in my hand.

Complete and utter devastation.

This wasn’t happening. Career Aptitude Tests could be wrong, right?Right?The problem was I’d hoped this test would give me some direction, tell me what to do with my life. Everyone else in our graduating class seemed to know what they wanted to do, but I had so many interests in so many different things that…yeah, I’dneededthis. The CAT was supposed to be my guide. My gaze snapped open and stuck on the one sentence that would change my life forever.

Based on the test results, Sadie Elizabeth Day is ideally suited for a career in…

“Religious or Clerical work?” My best friend barked a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I frowned. “I wish. What’d you get?”

“Arts and Entertainment,” he said. “Duh. But Sadie…it says you’re meant to be anun!”

“Kyle,” I hissed, glancing around the crowded hall. Everyone had likely already heard. I mean, this was the kinda thing that made headlines in high school, and Mrs. Jeffries had (to my horror) announced the results aloud. But still. “Holy smokes, could you say it any louder? I’m thinking they might not have heard you in the freshman building.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His eyebrows rose. “But I thought that rumor was a joke. Anun? Seriously? Sadie, there’s no way.”

And there was my best friend. “Aww, thanks I--”

“Black and white aresonot your colors.”

And there was his inner smart aleck.

“Plus, good luck fitting all that amazing hair under a habit.”

Kyle reached up and pushed a long blond strand behind my ear.

“You’re hilarious,” I said, fighting down a blush, hoping he didn’t notice.

The strand of hair stayed for about a second before springing back out. Kyle was right, of course. My hair had always been unruly. Curling even after multiple passes of the straightener, frizzing at the smallest sign of humidity, slipping out of any rubber band. It was wildest thing about me.

But man…a nun???

“There has to be a mistake,” he said suddenly. “You’d make a terrible nun. You can’t even sing.”

“What does that have to with anything?”

Kyle tsked like I’d asked the dumbest question ever. “All nuns can sing. Just look at Julie Andrews, Whoopi Goldberg, Sally Field--”

“Hey, genius,” I cut in, “those are allfictionalnuns.”

“Au contraire,” Kyle said, holding up a hand. “Let’s not forgetThe Sound of Musicwas based on a true story. I sincerely doubt the Captain would’ve fallen for Fraulein Maria, played by the incomparable Julie Andrews, if she hadn’t been able to carry a tune. And you, my dear sweet bestie, arenoJulie Andrews.”

I shook my head. “Why are we friends again?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re 100% tone deaf.” Kyle sniffed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “As to why we’re friends…well. You’ve always had excellent taste.”

“In desserts, yes. In best friends, well…I’m not so sure.”

He gasped, head thrown back. “You wound me.”

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