The White Rabbit Chronicles
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"Dude. How about that one?" My best friend, Kat Parker, pointed toward the far corner, to a table occupied by three boys about our age.
One guy was hot enough to melt a polar vortex. One wasn't handsome in the traditional sense, but with his unusual chartreuse eyes, it hardly mattered. The third was amazingly rugged, with a fresh scrape on his cheek and scars on his knuckles.
Well, well. We had finally found a smorgasbord of different flavored man-meat.
"Perfect," I said with a nod.
"I don't know." Reeve Ankh, my other friend, surveyed the boys and chewed on her bottom lip. "I'm getting danger vibes from the one on the right."
The one on the rightKnuckle Scars. Excellent. Her dan-dardanger radarwas working at optimal levels.
In our little trio, she'd always been the voice of reason. Or, as Kat would say, "the voice of shut up and live a little."
My darling Kat meant it in the nicest way possible, of course. She simply had no filter. She always spoke her mind, always stood up for what she believedthat her way was the best wayand lived by the motto I'm On Board the Awesome Train and You Can Hop On or Get Run Over.
Was it any wonder I loved her so much?
"This is stupid, you guys."
The grumble came from Mackenzie Love. Once my archenemy, now one of my favorite pet projects.
Most people were surprised by our sudden friendship, but I'd learned life could change in the blink of an eye.
Everything could change in the blink of an eye.
I accepted, and I rolled.
"Suck it up." Trina Brighton, the last member of our group, kicked Mackenzie under the table. "This was your idea."
"That's right. You asked for our help, and we agreed to give it to you on one condition. That you do what we say, when we say." Grinning her happy-kitten grin, Kat rubbed her hands together. While I had grown to like Mackenzie, she hadn't. But she had softened
ish. "This is gonna be fun. For me!"
Hated to admit it, but
yeah, it was gonna be fun for me, too.
We were at Choco Loco, a chocolate bar where girls picked up treats and boys picked up girls. Not that I wanted to be picked up.
I'd been going out with the drool-worthy Cole Hollandofficially
againfor a little over a month. And, okay, yeah, there was a slight problem with our relationship. In the course of that month, we'd been on
give me a second to count themzero dates. We'd had a total of
let's see, let's seezero minutes alone. And we'd kissed
oh, I don't knowzero times.
Here are things that suck worse:____________________.
Okay, fine. There are a few things that suck worse. Like the time I was an all-you-can-eat dinner buffet for zombies. The time I battled the worst Z-poisoning in the history of ever. And my personal favorite, the time Anima Industries locked me away, electrocuted me, starved me and studied me like a freaking zoo animal.
Considering all I'd been through, my love life should have been a sparkling diamond in a sea of coal. Or a sea of "Cole." Har har. We had tried to get together, like, plan-everything-down-to-the-last-second tried, but each of our sneak-overs had encountered one teensy-weensy problem.
Her name: Nana.
Seriously, my grandmother had morphed into the Make-Out Police, and okay, okay, I didn't really have to rack my brain to figure out why. One night Cole had saved me from a very painful death, and we'd decided to celebrate. Alone. He'd stolen into my bedroom, and we'd done what we always did. (I refuse"This action-packed, makeout-heavy volume is high on the wry humor....fans of the series will happily cheer on the strong female protagonist and enjoy the tidy ending." -School Library Journal