In honor of my cover reveal for The Boyfriend Bet which happens August 4th, I though I’d share a funny (I hope) scene from the book. If you’d like to find out more about The Boyfriend Bet, check out this link.

Now here’s the scene.

At lunch, Delia and I snagged a table by the windows before lining up for food. When we returned from the buffet with our hamburgers and fries there were two other backpacks at our table.

“We’ve been invaded.” I sat and reached for one of the backpacks.

“What are you doing?” Delia asked.

“I’m getting a piece of paper from my backpack to spit out my gum.” I stated this like it was true rather than a complete fabrication. A quick check inside the backpack showed an assignment with Grant’s name on it.

“Oh, this isn’t my backpack.” I feigned surprised. “This is Grant’s backpack.”

Delia laughed.

I opened my backpack and pretended to spit gum into a piece of paper.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Plausible deniability.”

Grant and Aiden joined us at the table.
“Why were you looking in my backpack?” Grant asked.

“Sorry, I thought it was mine.” I dragged a French fry through ketchup and popped it in my mouth waiting to see how he’d respond.

“Your backpack is blue.” Grant pointed at the backpack in question hanging on the back of my chair.

“Today it’s blue. I have a black backpack at home. So you can understand how I was confused.”
Grant eyed me with suspicion. “I know you were up to something, but I’ll forgive you if you have extra ketchup.”

“Not that I’m confirming your suspicion, but here you go.” I tossed him a packet of Heinz.
“Thanks.” He ripped it open and squirted ketchup all over his fries like a red spider web. “Have any problems with Lena today?”

I didn’t want him to think my life revolved around him, so I bent the truth. “Nope. She was quiet today.”

“That’s not like her. Once you piss her off, she normally fixates on the issue for weeks.”

Great. “Maybe you’re not that important to her anymore.”

Aiden’s eyes went wide, and then he laughed. Delia joined in.

Grant’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t seem to think it was funny.

“Don’t mind him,” Aiden said. “He’s used to being the center of the universe.”

Grant’s expression changed from irritation to mock indignation. He sat up straight in his seat. “That’s because the world rotates around me.”

I heard someone walk up behind us, but figured they were planning on sitting at a table nearby.When the designer backpack girls Grant and Aiden had talked to this morning plopped down in chairs at our table, I had no idea what to say.

“This isn’t where you sat yesterday.” One of the girls complained. She moved her chair closer to Grant’s, putting her back to me.

The other girl sat between Grant and Aiden. I could tell she wasn’t the one who came up with this plan, because her face matched her strawberry blond hair. I decided to take pity on her. “Hello. My name’s Zoe and this is Delia.”

The strawberry blond nodded. “I’m Katrina, and that’s Amber.”

Amber stopped speaking to Grant and flicked her gaze toward us. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” Her words and her tone didn’t match.

I hated fake people, so I jumped in with both feet. “Translated, that means, “Why are Grant and Aiden sitting here with you rather than fawning over us?”

Both boys laughed. Neither of the girls seemed to think it was funny.