"Are you kidding me? No one would buy my-artwork."
Alexander stared at his paintings on the wall. "You heard my father. I paint more as a hobby. Raven, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter,that auction is for professional artists."
"Alexander, these paintings are gorgeous. I don't need to be an expert to tell that these are valuable."
"You are just biased because you are my girlfriend."
"You won first prize inHipsterville's Art Fair. Those voters weren't dating you. You aremegatalented . If I've learned anything from my English assignment, it's that hobbies can turn into careers. And we are going to prove it."
"I don't think so-there must be some other way."
"There isn't time," I pleaded. "The auction is this week. It's the only way."
"I'm not prepared for the town to see my work-much less ask anyone to buy it," he said.
"You won't. I will."
"I don't know how to participate in an auction. Or even who to ask."
"Unfortunately or fortunately," I said, "I have a major connection to Dullsville's auction in the form of my perfectly evil English partner."
"I need to speak with you," I said to Trevor as soon as I saw him the following morning. He was getting out of hisCamaro and sauntering toward school.
"Really?" he leered. "It will cost you. How about that kiss you didn't have time for before?"
"How do I put things in the art auction?" I asked, ignoring his come-on.
"What do you have of value?" "I don't, but someone else does." "So why doesn't that someone ask me?""Because I am acting as an agent." "If you get ten percent, what do I get?" He shot me a sexy grin.
"How about what youwon't get -a step on your foot or a kick to the shin?"
"You say the cutest things, Monster Girl. Sorry, I can't help you."
I tugged on his backpack. "I'm asking you as your English partner-be a humanitarian. I can still skip class on our assignment date and watch you fail from outside the window."
He weighed his options heavily. Then he reluctantly agreed.
"My mom is in charge of the auction. I suppose I can drive you there after school."
"I'll take my bike and meet you there."
"You think you can get into the country club looking like that? You'll need me to escort you."
Trevor had a point. I'd only frequented the upscale club when I was accompanied by my sports-obsessed father and forced to wear tennis whites. They didn't welcome the pins and studs that I was sporting now. "I'll meet you in the parking lot," I agreed.
He was surprised at my positive response and left for class with an extra spring in his step.
After school, I found Trevor sitting on the hood of hisCamaro - the whole soccer team was waiting around him as if he'd just won the World Cup.
Trevor opened the door to theCamaro . "Step inside."
His jock mates yelled, "Whoohoo!"
I wasn't worried about my safety, but I was worried about my reputation. I didn't run with the in crowd-and at this point, I wanted to keep it that way.
Besides, I had something better than mace if Trevor decided to become friendly.
"Becky and Matt are coming, too," I said, as Dullsville's cutest couple caught up to me.