I shrugged off his arm. “That’s right. Fourteen-year-old boys have better taste than you. They think I’m hot.” I licked my fingertip and stuck it on my butt. “Tsssss.”

And with that, I propelled myself across the slope and skidded to a stop at one end of the trick rail. “Quick,” I told the boys, “act like you think I’m hot.”

Chloe cracked up. Josh stared blankly at me. His friends blushed deep red, but they weren’t claiming it.

“Thanks for your support,” I told them. “Look without looking like you’re looking. Is Nick gone?

Autore: Jennifer Echols