
Rule #6: You Can’t Fall for Your Fake Summer Fling by Anne-Marie Meyer
I thought I was strong enough to go along with the plan. Fake dating the heart throb Cayden Rivers seemed simple enough. Apparently not.
I thought I was strong enough to go along with the plan. Fake dating the heart throb Cayden Rivers seemed simple enough. Apparently not.
He was supposed to be my escape for the weekend. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. My life feels as if it’s spiraling out of control the moment Mom and Dad inform me that come Monday, I’m heading to Italy to “get to know” the son of an important business investor. Apparently, it’s my responsibility as a daughter of a hotel tycoon or something. […]
A mistletoe kiss is just a simple kiss, right? Wrong. All I want to do during this Christmas break is survive. A week at the cabin with our family’s friends/rivals, the Stephensons, every yuletide activity is turned into a competition where my family must win. Every. One. Yep. Lots of Christmas spirit around here. But, I’ve survived past holidays, there’s no reason why I can’t […]
It was supposed to be a simple kiss. That was all. Whoops. My plan was perfect: convince my best friend and school quarterback, Ethan, to be the final prize for my matchmaking test where the proceeds go to sending the band to Paris. Plus, if it matches me with my life-long crush, that’s a bonus, right? What could go wrong? Apparently, a lot. First, the […]
I live by three rules. One: I never get lower than an A in any class. Two: I never lose a track race. And Three: I never talk to Cade Kelley Well, number three came crashing down the moment Principal Connell asks me to guide Cade back onto the right path. Something about helping him turn his life around. If only Principal Connell knew our […]
There are two types of people in high school: the ones that you can date and the ones you can’t. Unfortunately for me, I’m the latter. Even though I’m around hot football players every afternoon, they are not allowed to date me. If they even come close to flirting, my dad, Coach “The Boss” Davis, makes them run laps around the field until they puke. […]