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  Praise for Stupid Fast

  ALA Best Fiction for Young Adults Selection

  YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults

  2011 Cybils Award Winner, Young Adult Fiction

  Junior Library Guild Selection

  ABA Best Books

  “Whip-smart and painfully self-aware, Stupid Fast is a funny and agonizing glimpse into the teenage brain.”

  —Minneapolis Star Tribune

  “Funny and compelling.”

  —Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books

  “Wonderfully funny and touching…it made me laugh out loud, many, many times. Don’t be a poop stinker. Read it.”

  —Christina Mandelski, author of The Sweetest Thing

  “Stupid Fast is Stupid Good. Felton Reinstein is one of my favorite male protagonists of the year.”

  —The Happy Nappy Bookseller

  “This is one of the best books I’ve read this year…even if you’re not a fan of boy books or sports books or books with numbers on the cover...Whatever. Give this one a try. If you don’t like it, I’ll eat my shoe.”

  —Carrie Harris Books

  “Felton’s manic, repetitive voice and naïve, trusting personality stand out in a field of dude lit populated with posturing tough guys and cynical know-it-alls.”

  —Kirkus

  “I was blown away by the multilayered, quirky characters. The observations told from Felton’s eyes are so hilarious and heartbreaking. Great, great voice!”

  —Julie Cross, author of Tempest

  “If you want to read something fantastically funny, pick up Stupid Fast. If you want to read something honest and refreshing, pick up Stupid Fast. I can’t recommend this debut novel enough.”

  —YA Love

  “In this struggling and often clueless teen, Herbach has created an endearing character coming to terms with his past and present in a small, well-defined Wisconsin town.”

  —Booklist

  “A rare mix of raw honesty and hilarity. Stupid Fast is Stupid Good!”

  —Peter Bognanni, author of The House of Tomorrow

  “You know when you read a book in like two days because it’s so good? It kind of feels like speed reading, but really you’re devouring the story every second that you can. That’s what I did with Stupid Fast…Please read this book. It is really good.”

  —Desirous of Everything

  “A real and raw protagonist with great humor.”

  —The Book Pixie

  “This story isn’t just about high school and puberty and sports. It has a dark side…Geoff weaves drama, comedy, and tragedy together seamlessly. The story is heartrending, yet hilarious, evocative, yet poignant.”

  —Megan Bostic, author of Never Eighteen

  “I read Geoff Herbach’s YA novel Stupid Fast—er, pretty darn fast…it has a great character voice, Pete Hautman–esque storytelling, and a deft recognition of human complexity.”

  —Daughter Number Three

  “It’s a great book for guys who don’t like to read…there’s enough adrenaline in this book to keep a guy powering through to the end.”

  —The Librarianista

  “I devoured this book in one complete sitting. The mixture of serious emotions, life changing discoveries, and all-out humor made Stupid Fast a book that I simply couldn’t set down…Trust me, you need a copy.”

  —Hopelessly Devoted Bibliophile

  “This is a masterfully written book that perfectly captures the vibrating energy some teenage boys have. You can feel the hormones coursing through Felton’s veins and completely understand his need to run, run, run.”

  —Ms. Yingling Reads

  What Readers Are Saying

  “Stupid Fast is stupid awesome. I am amazed by the author. Seriously amazed. He got into the head of a teenaged boy and made it possible for me to imagine what it might be like to be stupid fast like Felton.”

  —Bridgid, 5 stars

  “This book is funny and real and heartbreaking and hopeful, and more than that, unique and genuine. Trust me. This book.”

  —Gail, 5 stars

  “Stupid Fast is honestly one of the top three books I have ever read. It seriously made me laugh out loud. I would get dirty looks from old ladies at Borders because I would constantly chuckle and start to annoy them. I also liked that it wasn’t only funny. The serious emotions and the suspense of uncovering the mystery kept me turning the pages, even when I had more important things to do like homework.”

  —Adam, 5 stars

  “I’m pretty sure that anyone who has ever been a teenager will have no problem identifying with Felton and loving every bit of this book as much as I did.”

  —Alissa, 5 stars

  “Geoff Herbach’s characters totally come alive on the page…I totally recommend this book to anyone who likes a great sports story with heart.”

  —Kerry, 5 stars

  “Throughout the book, there were things I could laugh at because they were funny, things I could laugh at because I related to them, and things I probably shouldn’t have laughed at, but did anyway because I’d been there myself. It’s a really compelling novel and I’ve seriously recommended it to everyone I know.”

  —Random Theater Kid, 5 stars

  “Full of heart and soul, this is one of the best realistic YA novels I’ve read in a long time.”

  —Diana, 5 stars

  Copyright © 2012 by Geoff Herbach

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  Contents

  Front Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  August 20th, 1:33 a.m.

  Bluffton, WI

  Air Travel

  Monday, August 15th, 12:06 p.m.

  Dane County Regional Airport

  August 15th, 12:45 p.m.

  Airplane to Chicago

  August 15th, 1:48 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport

  August 15th, 2:50 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part II

  August 15th, 3:12 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part III

  August 15th, 3:31 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part IV

  August 15th, 4:50 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part V

  August 15th, 6:28 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part VI (Hotel)

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  O’Hare Airport, Part VII (Hotel)

  August 15th, 10:55 p.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part VIII (Hotel)

  August 16th, 12:05 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part IX (Hotel)

  August 16th, 2:17 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part X (Hotel)

  August 16th, 3:17 a.m.

  O’hare Airport, Part XI (Hotel)

  August 16th, 3:34 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part XII (Hotel)

  August 16th, 9:15 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part XIII

  August 16th, 9:43 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part XIV

  August 16th, 10:25 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part XV

  August 16th, 10:58 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part XVI

  August 16th, 11:27 a.m.

  O’Hare Airport, Part XVII

  August 16th, 12:30 p.m.

  On the Way to Charlotte

  August 16th, 2:35 p.m.

  On the Way to Charlotte, Part II

  August 16th, 3:07 p.m.

  On the Way to Charlotte, Part III

  August 16th, 5:03 p.m.

  Eastern Time! Charlotte

  Bus Travel

  August 16th, 6:12 p.m.

  Leaving Charlotte

  August 16th, 9:20 p.m.

  Orangeburg, South Carolina

  August 16th, 11:10 p.m.

  Beaufort, South Carolina

  August 17th, 12:17 a.m.

  Somewhere in Georgia

  August 17th, 2:55 a.m.

  Jacksonville, Florida

  August 17th, 3:41 a.m.

  Jacksonville, Florida, Part II

  August 17th, 7:18 a.m.

  Orlando, Florida

  August 17th, 7:39 a.m.

  Orlando, Florida, Part II

  August 17th, 8:11 a.m.

  Orlando, Florida, Part III

  August 17th, 10:04 a.m.

  Tampa Bus Station

  August 17th, 10:12 a.m.

  Tampa Bus Station, Part II

  August 17th, 10:49 a.m.

  South of Tampa

  August 17th, 11:40 a.m.

  Just Left St. Petersburg

  August 17th, 12:23 p.m.

  Near Bradenton

  August 17th, 1:00 p.m.

  Just Left Bradenton

  August 17th, 1:16 p.m.

  A Little Farther from Bradenton

  August 17th, 1:23 p.m.

  Even a Little Farther from Bradenton

  August 17th, 2:17 p.m.

  Near Port Charlotte

  August 17th, 2:51 p.m.

  Port Charlotte

  August 17th, 3:16 p.m.

  Port Charlotte, Part II

  August 17th, 3:56 p.m.

  Port Charlotte, Part III

  August 17th, 4:19 p.m.

  Port Charlotte, Part IV

  Bedroom

  August 20th, 12:48 a.m.

  Bluffton, WI

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Back Cover

  For Leo and Mira

  August 20th, 1:33 a.m.

  Bluffton, WI

  Hey, Aleah, I just thought I’d drop this in, because it’s sort of interesting to know what Andrew was thinking back in January, before he got messed up. From his blog at feltonreistein.com:

  Felton is Number 2!

  “Reinstein is the rarest of athletes, a freak of nature with great size and speed combined with crazy-quick animal reflexes. That Reinstein has played just one season of organized football should strike fear in the hearts of coming opponents and has already caused seismic recruiting efforts among collegiate programs across the nation.”—Wisconsin State Journal

  You probably already know this, but Felton has been deemed the #2 sports story in the state of Wisconsin for the year (right behind the Green Bay Packers’ mid-season resurgence—I had no idea they had gone downhill ever—I pay no attention to professional athletics).

  We had six State Journal newspapers jammed in our door, and Felton had approximately ten million voice mail messages from people wanting to congratulate him.

  Did Felton celebrate this coverage? Not at all. He went running for about ten minutes. Then he came back because he kept falling down in the snow. (Snow hasn’t stopped him before, I promise you.) He watched TV for ten minutes and groaned about how he’d seen every COPS episode ever made. Then he went to bed. It’s not even dinnertime yet.

  Jerri is concerned for him. I suppose he is feeling pressure. Why, though? He likes playing football. He just has to do what he likes. That is easy.

  Jerri is making him some hamburgers for dinner. She’s a terrible cook. Maybe he’ll sleep through it? I won’t, unfortunately.

  Happy New Year!

  —Andrew

  Air Travel

  Monday, August 15th, 12:06 p.m.

  Dane County Regional Airport

  Hi, Aleah. Did you kick piano ass? I bet you did! You’re coming home Friday?

  I just tried calling your cell for the first time in a few months. Apparently it doesn’t work in Germany? My call went to voice mail. I just left the greatest message of all time: “Uhhh. Hi?” Pause. End call.

  Then I texted, Sorry. Then I figured you probably aren’t getting texts if your phone doesn’t work.

  Then I thought about emailing you, but you don’t respond to my emails. (At least you didn’t last time I tried, plus I have to pay somehow to get Internet access in this airport.)

  So…here I am! Hi!

  I’m just writing on my computer. I want to say, Sorry.

  Oh. People are lining up at my gate. I can’t understand a dang word the lady at the desk is saying on her microphone. This is what she sounds like: We’re now going boinging those pigeonholes in the rows twenty-two gloves. I guess she’s saying I should get on the plane.

  I didn’t really write anything, did I?

  Sorry. Things went wrong.

  Oh, man. Flying.

  August 15th, 12:45 p.m.

  Airplane to Chicago

  Holy Balzac. I’m a tremendous dork. When the plane took off, I totally whooped. Like, “Wooo-hoo! Yeah!” Everybody turned and looked at me.

  Planes are very, very fast. Exciting.

  Embarrassing.

  I wish I could act like I look. I’m a big-looking man, Aleah—I know that from seeing pictures of me—but I feel like a dumb little kid a lot (and act like one). It was awesome taking off. Am I a dumb little kid?

  No. I turned seventeen a couple weeks ago. Remember last year when you played piano for me, and your dad cooked me chocolate-chip pancakes for my birthday? That was before I became the best high-school football player in the state of Wisconsin. (I’m not trying to brag, just tell the truth.) That was right when I figured out I look and act like my dad (loaded situation, you know?). Big year.

  Whoa. We’re above the dang clouds. This is awesome. (At least I’ll write it if I can’t shout it without everyone giving me the crazy eyeball. Woo.)

  Okay, so here’s why I’m writing. It all went wrong.

  Even though I was totally freaked this spring, worried about football recruiters and defeating my enemies, etc., I had no inkling that things had gone wrong until Gus got really mad at me on March 24. (The next week was our bad week, if you’ll recall.)

  Later—when we were talking again—Gus told me about Narcissus. He actually called me a narcissist, which is a medical term for somebody whose head is stuck in his own ass.

  Ha-ha. Gus. Funny guy.

  On March 24th, Gus called me about a hundred times. I didn’t call him back, which makes me a donkey, apparently. I was in Madison at the State Indoor Track Meet. How could I call? />
  I could’ve called him later.

  Gus left messages that I didn’t hear until the bus ride home. “Felton, I have to know today. Prom? Limo? Maddie will pay for a third. Aleah’s coming up, right? Call me, you rank taco dip!”

  (You didn’t come up for prom, did you?)

  When I heard his message, I thought, Jesus. Prom? It’s only freaking March. Give me a break. I have bigger stuff to worry about.

  I had stuff to worry about, I guess.

  Here’s what you don’t know because you stopped talking to me. There was a huge crowd at the track meet. All these college coaches from all over the country were there to see me race Roy Ngelale, that Nigerian kid I told you about who plays football too. (Game against us this coming Friday.) Roy “The Nigerian Nightmare” Ngelale. I actually didn’t notice all the coaches at first, which is good for me because I don’t run well when I’m thinking about scholarships and coaches and my future.

  Both Roy and me breezed into the 60-meter final. And I felt good. Loose. Powerful. Generally, nothing bothers me when I run (other than recruiters).

  Right before the final, Roy and I shook hands. We were in Lanes 3 and 4. He sort of looked nervous. I hadn’t seen the college coaches, so I wasn’t.

  When the starter started his business, supercharged nitroid kangaroo power inflated my body. Take your marks…exhale…set…drink rocket fuel…BAM!

  I exploded and the red track blurred. I saw nothing but color, no other runner near me, just waves of red and the color of fans blending in the stands.

  Whizzzz (the sound of me running…sort of sounds gross, huh?).

  At the string I’d run the fastest high-school 60 in state history. I killed Roy Ngelale and the whole stadium went totally nuts. The loudspeaker dude blurted, “That’s a new state record!” Karpinski and those guys fell all over, crashing over the railing high-fiving each other and screaming.

  Aleah. I know you sort of know…but seriously. I am very fast. That’s a given, I guess.

  Unfortunately, after the race, all these college coaches waved at me, gave me thumbs up and crap, although they couldn’t speak to me due to NCAA rules. I was all like, uhhh…because after that, I knew they were there.

  Back in the stands, Cody said, “Dude, if there was any doubt before, there’s none left. You’re the top recruit in the state.”