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While Ivy clearly wasn’t fazed, Olivia felt like someone was shaking a pom-pom in the pit of her stomach. There was just so much that could go wrong. “Is this what you felt like yesterday after we talked on the phone?” she asked in a small voice.

“Worse,” Ivy answered.

Olivia took a deep breath. Here we go, she thought. Then she looked up, all business. “Okay,” she said. “That means we only have four days next week to get you into shape. I’m starting you on a strict program for the rest of the weekend. Give me a pen.”

“You’re giving me homework?” Ivy asked incredulously, pulling a pen out of her bag and handing it over.

“Sort of,” Olivia answered, starting to scribble a list on a napkin. “You have four cheerleading movies to rent and watch before Monday.”

Chapter 8

“I cannot believe you made me watch a movie called Go Team Go,” Ivy said. She and Olivia were standing in the hallway after first period Monday morning. “It may have been the gravest eighty-two minutes of my life. That Veronica girl was seriously stupid.”

“You were supposed to watch the cheers, Ivy,” Olivia said. She swung her ponytail. “Anyway, where should we practice this afternoon? I’ve told my parents I have practice every day after school for the next two weeks.”

“Since school’s not an option,” Ivy said, “let’s use my backyard. My dad just landed a big project, so he won’t be home early again any time soon.”

“Great,” Olivia said.

Over her sister’s shoulder, Ivy spotted Brendan coming down the hall. Instinctively, she edged behind Olivia.

“What are you doing?” Olivia asked.

Ivy hesitated. “Hiding,” she whispered.

To Ivy’s horror, Olivia turned around to look.

“Oh, my gosh.” Olivia spun back around. “You should see the look on Brendan’s face!” She gave Ivy’s shoulders a squeeze. “I’ll leave you two lovebugs alone,” she said and hurried away.

“Hi, Ivy,” Brendan said, glancing down at his boots.

“Hey,” gulped Ivy, her heart beating wildly.

“How—how was your weekend?” he asked.

“Good,” Ivy answered, unable to come up with anything more detailed.

He laughed awkwardly and looked away the moment their eyes met. “Thanks again for coming with me to the mall,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” Ivy answered lamely. She knew her answers must sound seriously dim, but she was just too excited to think straight.

Brendan started pulling the cap on and off a pen he was holding. “So, er . . .”

Suddenly Ivy realized that Brendan Daniels was nervous. She could almost hear his heart pounding. It made him even more gorgeous.

He dropped his pen cap by accident, and it clattered to the floor. They both knelt down to pick it up. Ivy’s hand brushed against his.

“Sorry,” they both said.

Brendan picked up the cap. “So, what I wanted to ask you is . . .” he began, still kneeling awkwardly.

Ivy leaned forward.

“Will you go with me to the All Hallows’ Ball?” Brendan finished.

Ivy’s heart stopped. She stared at Brendan, the boy she’d been in love with for three years but only talked to for the first time on Friday. Then her heart restarted with a roar. Brendan was watching her intently as her mind flooded with questions. What am I going to wear? What if I have to dance? What if I look stupid? She was lucky she was already on the floor, or she might have fallen over.

Finally, Brendan stood up. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, nodding in resignation. “I understand if you don’t want to go. I—I just hope we can still be friends.”