Prank List by Anna Staniszewski

something wrong.”
    Marisol and I look at each other. I can practically hear bells going off in both of our heads.
    â€œOr maybe I can,” I say. “But when? And how?”
    â€œWell,” she says slowly. “I know the Ladybugs clean Angela’s house on Mondays, but as for how…I don’t know.”
    We scratch our heads for a few minutes but can’t come up with anything good. Finally, we give up and decide to think more about it tomorrow. It feels weird to have Marisol helping me plot something sleazy. I can tell she hates every minute of it, but I guess that’s how much she cares about helping me.
    I only hope this doesn’t turn into another Fake Boyfriend Troy fiasco. I’m still not sure how I convinced Marisol to agree to that one, but I wish I’d listened to her when she tried to warn me that it was a terrible idea.

Chapter 13
    When Evan and I go to Moo Pies for ice cream that night, I spot a group of kids from school on the other side of the parking lot. They aren’t looking my way, but I can’t help feeling giddy about the fact that they could glance over at any second and see that I’m here with a cute boy—on a date . All those years of feeling like a total loser almost don’t matter anymore, not when Evan Riley wants to be here with me!
    After we order our cups of ice cream (mint chocolate chip for him and Moose Tracks for me), we go sit on a bench. Nearby are a couple of plastic cows that I guess are supposed to make the ice-cream stand look more authentic, even though I know for a fact they don’t make their own ice cream.
    As I sit there spooning bites of deliciousness into my mouth, I study Evan’s adorable profile and try not to die from happiness. Everything else in my life might be confusing, but Evan is pretty darn wonderific.
    â€œHave you found anyone to be in a band with you yet?” I finally ask.
    â€œI’ve talked to a few people, but nothing definite.”
    â€œBut you’ll be ready in time, right? Because I kind of already told Marisol you’d do it.”
    He laughs. “I guess I don’t have a choice, then, do I?” He shovels the last bite of ice cream into his mouth and crumples the paper cup into a ball.
    For a second, I’m afraid he might be mad at how pushy I’m being about this whole thing, but he just drops the topic and asks: “So how are things going with the cleaning business?”
    â€œOkay, I guess.” I hesitate, wondering how much to tell him about my gossip-spreading plan. I definitely trust Evan, and I don’t think he’d tell anyone about what I’m going to do, but I don’t want him to think I’m a horrible person. We had enough of that when he caught me snooping around Briana’s room a few weeks ago. Granted, he finally forgave me for that, and I promised that I’d be honest with him from then on. So I guess I have no choice but to tell him the truth like I did with Marisol.
    After I explain the situation, he focuses on his spoon for a long minute. “So if this plan of yours works, there’s a good chance you won’t have to move?”
    â€œThat’s what I’m hoping.” I hold my breath, waiting for him to tell me how disappointed he is in me for planning to lie to people.
    Instead, he smiles and says, “If I can do anything to help, let me know.”
    â€œReally?” I’m so relieved that I put my ice cream down, throw my arms around him, and give him a long hug. Then I realize what I’m doing and start to pull away, but Evan holds on to me.
    Evan Riley is hugging me. In public. On purpose!
    When he finally pulls away, he keeps holding my hand. Holy chopped parsley. Evan Riley is holding my hand!
    â€œSo listen,” he says.
    But at that moment I spot someone over his shoulder, and my stomach lurches. “Oh no,” I say.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œYou know that guy from