Tyler
Everyday’s all about Brooklyn Prescott.
That one just came with loud music, less popular girls trying too hard to be seen around her, and her “friends” praising her like it was a performance.
And what kind of friend would I be to not go all out at the last minute?—even if it meant letting Micheal and Aaron set me up with Sadie McGuire.
“Do you really want to do that?” Sadie had asked, when Micheal practically yelled it out after school.
I just shoved my hands into my pocket and shrugged, leaning against her car.
“It’s just for the cameras.” I said.
Because it was.
She glanced at her phone, already bored. Then she flipped her hair. “Sure. Whatever.”
And that was how I ended up in my mom’s car, with Sadie McGuire in the passenger’s seat.
And even then, I wished Micheal had
