See, here's the thing. My friends think my new soccer practice partner, Graham Fordham, is a complete hottie. I guess he is, but he and I have this understanding. We're friends because we both think dating is an annoying pain in the butt. Don't get me wrong. I love my bff's, but they've both lost their minds a little since boys came on the scene. All I want to focus on is making varsity soccer as a freshman. Crazy hard, but I know I can do it with Graham's help (yes, he's an amazing athlete, and no, I have not noticed the muscles in his legs when we're practicing. Seriously. I haven't. Because that would be a complete disaster and ruin everything in my entire life, and no, I'm not exaggerating). But when late night practices, pizza disasters, accidental dates, and ice cream food fights change all the rules between us, suddenly everything that matters to me is about to go into a major crash and burn.

Books in the Mapleville High Series:

The Truth About Thongs
How to Date a Bad Boy
Pedicures Don't Like Dir
Geeks Can Be Hot
The Fake Boyfriend Experiment
Ice Cream, Jealousy & Other Dating Tips