“Ouch,” I hissed. “I still hate my …”
This time, I saw the blows coming and dodged them. Oblivious to the violence amongst the cheerleaders, the rest of the school listened as the nominees for homecoming king—Chip, Jack, and a handful of other football players—were read off. It didn’t take me long to figure out that there was no such thing as a homecoming prince.
Thank God.
“Good luck, boys and girls, and remember, this is a very special time in your lives.”
Yeah, I thought, a very special time for my life to suck. I’d come to terms with the cheerleader thing. Scratch that, I’dalmostcome to terms with the cheerleader thing, but I most certainly did not sign on for homecoming princess. I had ahealthy disdain for things like dances and popularity. I hated dresses and tiaras, and I wasn’t even ready to accept the fact that people at this school even knew my name, let alone that it would be plastered on hundreds of ballots.
Life as I knew it was over. Again. And this time, things were going to get ugly.
CHAPTER 6
Code Word: Hottie
“We’re strong! We’re tough! Bayport Lions—stand up, up!”
We were closing out the pep rally with another cheer, and as the student body rose to their feet at our command, I couldn’t help but note the fact that I wasthisclose to up-upchucking all over my Asics cheer shoes.
“We’re strong! We’re tough! Bayport Lions—stand up, up!”
Technically, this was a chant, not a cheer, which meant that we repeated the words and motions indefinitely until Brooke called last time. I was starting to doubt that Brooke would ever put me out of my misery, when she finally yelled those two, wonderful words.
“Last time!”
I hit the final pose, my arms in a high V and my mind in overdrive. In approximately thirty-five seconds, this pep rally would be over, and students would start pouring out every available exit. My mission was clear: I had to get out ofDodge before Dodge’s Most Eligible Bachelor could so much as smirk the wordshomecoming princessat me, or ask me to the dance. After I managed to finagle my way out of the gym unnoticed, I was going to sneak down to the Quad, drown my sorrows in whatever fruity juice-like beverage lived in the fridge, and wait for Tara to come and tell me it was time to do something that didn’t involve cheering or homecoming or pretending that Jack and I had never kissed.
At this point, a little espionage sounded like heaven.
Ultimately, however, things did not go exactly as planned. The moment the assembly officially ended, people rushed the gym floor, including three individuals who, for one reason or another, felt that they just had to talk to me.
The first of the three was Noah. “To-by, To-by, To-by.”
My brother was an idiot. Unfortunately, he was also extraordinarily loud, and his voice carried. I spent one moment vehemently hoping that his chant wouldn’t catch on, and the next plotting his immediate and violent demise.
“My sister, the homecoming princess.” Noah batted his eyelashes at me. “Our little girl, all grown-up and …”
I took a step forward, and Noah, smart boy that he was, took a step back.
“Shutting mouth now,” he volunteered.
I gave him a look that simultaneously commended his mouth-shutting decision and warned him that I wasn’t in the mood to be teased.
“Hi Noah!” two voices chorused at once.
I turned to glare the twins into oblivion, but somewhere between Noah’s “helllllloooooooo, ladies” and the twins’giggled response, I was waylaid by a woman with no respect for personal space and a huge smile on her Botox-ed face.
“Toby. ItisToby, isn’t it?” Mrs. McCall, PTA president and nauseatingly reminiscent mom, came up and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Yup.” I stuck to one-word answers, hoping she’d get the drift.
“I just wanted to congratulate you. Homecoming court—how exciting! Of course, it can’t be that much of a surprise …”
If she only knew.
“You girls are just so lucky.” She squeezed my shoulder. “These are such—”
“Precious times,” I finished. “Yeah, I know, but right now, I’ve really got to—”
