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beautiful.” She tucked an intricate braid into the bun at the nape of my neck.

I blew out a noisy breath that was equal parts exasperation and anxiety. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as Whitney carefully placed a dozen or so bobby pins all over my head. I was wearing a knee-length sleeveless green dress that flared slightly from the hip. The color complements my dark red hair perfectly. It was a gorgeous chiffon material that made me feel incredibly fancy. I loved the way it floated around my body. The bodice was scalloped and embroidered with tiny beads. It showed just enough cleavage without making me look slutty.

So even though I grumbled and huffed with irritation at all the primping and styling, a part of me loved every girlie second of it. I loved feeling pretty and desirable.

Particularly when I hoped to make a certain person finally see me as something other than Meghan Galloway, softball captain, and all-around tomboy.

Maybe, just maybe, this dress would do the trick.

“All done,” Whitney announced, standing back with a satisfied expression.

I stood up, shook out the skirt of my dress, and faced the new me in the mirror.

And damn, she did not disappoint.

I put a hand on my hip and turned from side to side, taking in my sister’s handiwork. Whitney was a whole eighteen months older than me and going to the community college down the road. She hated school, but she loved fashion and makeup. And every single feminine thing that I loathed and detested.

Except this once.

Because I looked freaking awesome.

Dare I say, even attractive?

It wasn’t an adjective I usually ascribed to myself. Not that I thought I was ugly. I wasn’t the kind of girl that moaned and cried about my weight or my looks. My self-esteem was just fine; thank you very much. Mostly because I took very little stock in what other people thought about me.

I never applied makeup. I typically wore my thick, red hair in a ponytail. And my normal uniform consisted of my favorite pair of faded jeans, an assorted collection of graphic tees, and my most comfortable pair of battered Chuck Taylors.

Sure, most guys would say I was cute, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that caught their attention when I walked by. I didn’t get catcalled or hit on. I was the girl the guys picked first for their soccer games. I was the one who joined them for hours of Call of Duty. I’d be first in line for the new slasher flick, never squealing over blood and gore.

Whitney always said if I didn’t have boobs, she’d wonder if I was even female. And she wasn’t wrong. I was the antithesis of everything girlie.

Until I realized I was half crazy in love.

With Adam Ducate.

My best friend for my entire life.

Since then, everything had gone to hell, and my don’t-give-a-crap attitude went right out the window. I spent longer on my hair. I even started wearing a little bit of lip gloss—nothing too over the top, of course. I had even gone out and bought some prettier shirts. Whitney’s eyes had nearly bugged out of her head when she saw me in the color pink. Because I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at Angelina Jolie when we watched Tomb Raider for the fiftieth time.

My almost obsessive fixation on his lips was also becoming a problem. I had to force myself not to stare too long at his mouth. I couldn’t think about much else but his gorgeous blue eyes and dimples. And soft, dark hair that fell slightly in his eyes. And his cocky smile with the chipped front tooth from the time I threw a football at his face, and he failed to catch it.

I had it bad.

“You’re a magician, Whit. You turned me into Cinderella,” I laughed, twirling.

Whitney snickered but then became serious. “So, you’re finally gonna say something?”

I stopped preening over my damn-I’m-hot reflection and met her eyes in the mirror.

Aside from Adam, Whitney knew me best. I told her most everything, including about my new infatuation with the boy who had been a fixture in our house for the past seventeen years.

I had originally hoped my feelings would go away. I chalked it up to temporary insanity. It was the only thing that made sense.

I had known Adam literally my entire life. His mom and my mom had been best friends since high school. Our dads played Parks and Rec basketball together. His younger sister Lena had learned to walk in our living room. Whitney had started her period during the annual Ducate New Year’s Eve party when she was thirteen. Our families were so intertwined that our friendship had been a sure thing. Until I decided that I would follow the route of every other silly teenage girl and fall for the most unattainable guy possible.

Because Adam Ducate wasn’t just my best friend since birth. He was the most beautiful boy in our entire school and the object of just about every girl’s—and some boy’s— fantasy. Including Whitney at one point, though she swore her case of Adamitis was down to a bad viral infection.

No female under the age of thirty was immune to Adam’s many, many charms. I had teased him about it, goading him to use his sexy smile to con extra cookies from the sour-faced lunch ladies in our school cafeteria on more than one occasion, or to flirt with the awkward cashier at the movie theater so we could get more popcorn free of charge.

Now I could only stare at him in tongue-tied horror as our friendship morphed into one-sided desperate longing.

I let out a long, pent up breath full of adolescent angst. “What if it ruins everything?” I exclaimed dramatically. I wasn’t one for extreme theatrics, but lately, it seemed I was one huge teenage cliché. The tomboy who falls in love with her hottie bestie. It was the stuff of John Hughes’ movies and

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