How to Rock Break-Ups and Make-Ups

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After a humiliating tumble down the social ladder, Kacey Simon is back on top, where she belongs. She's lost her lisp, traded in her Coke-bottle glasses for contacts, and learned that brutal honesty isn't always the best policy. Best of all, she's made up with Zander and her BFFs and reclaimed her spot as Gravity's lead singer. Her life is pitch-perfect—until Zander's ex-girlfriend, Stevie, arrives in town.

Marquette Middle hasn't seen a girl with such killer style and ...

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After a humiliating tumble down the social ladder, Kacey Simon is back on top, where she belongs. She's lost her lisp, traded in her Coke-bottle glasses for contacts, and learned that brutal honesty isn't always the best policy. Best of all, she's made up with Zander and her BFFs and reclaimed her spot as Gravity's lead singer. Her life is pitch-perfect—until Zander's ex-girlfriend, Stevie, arrives in town.

Marquette Middle hasn't seen a girl with such killer style and impressive vocals since... well, Kacey herself. Boys want to date Stevie, girls want to be her, and Kacey wants to boot her butt out of Chicago ASAP. But when Kacey reverts to her mean-girl ways to take Stevie down, will she lose the band—and Zander—for good?

It's not easy for a star to share the spotlight, but the show must go on in Meg Haston's stylish and clever sequel to How to Rock Braces and Glasses.

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Editorial Reviews

Lisi Harrison

Praise for How to Rock Braces and Glasses:

"Embrace the brace! How to Rock Braces and Glasses
should be renamed How to Rock Your First Novel. Hilarious and heartfelt. I
ah-dored it."

From the Publisher
"Mostly reformed mean girl Kacey Simon returns in this preteen drama with a heart...Accessible, funny and ultimately safe: Kacey may make mistakes, but readers can trust that all will turn out right in the end."—Kirkus Reviews

"All of the characters are well developed and fun to follow in this fast-paced romantic comedy."—School Library Journal

Praise for How to Rock Braces and Glasses:

"Embrace the brace! How to Rock Braces and Glasses
should be renamed How to Rock Your First Novel. Hilarious and heartfelt. I
ah-dored it."

Lisi Harrison, Author of the #1 bestselling Clique series (and former 4 year braces-wearer and current glasses rocker)

Lisi Harrison

Praise for How to Rock Braces and Glasses:

"Embrace the brace! How to Rock Braces and Glasses
should be renamed How to Rock Your First Novel. Hilarious and heartfelt. I
ah-dored it."

VOYA - Shanna Swigert Smith
Get reintroduced to Kacey in the sequel to How to Rock Braces and Glasses (Poppy, 2011/VOYA October 2011). She is a girl who, despite having a rough start with middle school, has managed to rise to the top of her seventh grade class. This may be due to the fact that she is the lead singer in a band, but Kacey also has solidified a friendship with the "it girl." With her position in the school's social ladder stable, Kacey promises to put her mean girl ways behind her and start the year with a clean slate. This is easier said than done when a new girl named Stevie comes to town and edges her way into Kacey's world, which includes the band, her boy crush, and even her family. Like any teen girl would do, she plots sabotage. While Kacey finds initial success with her schemes, things soon spiral out of control. It will take understanding friends, band mates, and family to help fix the mess Kacey has created. This may be a hard title to sell. The characters, dialog, and situations feel too mature for seventh grade, which makes it unrealistic for a contemporary, middle school novel. For instance, the twelve- and thirteen-year-old characters have jam sessions, book gigs, and play shows all over a city, not to mention juggle serious romances. For readers who can look past the distorted representation of this age group, however, they will find a quick and quirky read. Reviewer: Shanna Swigert Smith
School Library Journal
Gr 6 Up—This sequel to How to Rock Braces and Glasses (Little, Brown, 2011) continues the zany adventures of Kacey Simon. Last year, she went from the top of the popularity chain to the very bottom, and having new braces and glasses sure didn't help. Thankfully, it's a new year, which means that Kacey gets a chance to make a fresh start. She still has her braces, but now she has contact lenses. She's back with her old friends, Paige and Molly, and has even been accepted back as the lead singer of Gravity by Zander, guitar player for the band and her secret crush. Everything's looking rosy until Stevie comes back into Zander's life. She's totally gorgeous and has a perfect singing voice and tons of history with Zander. Turns out they used to be in a band together, and Stevie wants things to go back to the way they were. And Kacey's love life isn't the only thing being affected. Her divorced mom has fallen head over heels in love with Stevie's father. Can things get any worse? You bet they can-with failed pranks and a plan to break up her mom's new relationship, Kacey might just be turning back into the typical mean girl. And, she might lose everything she's fought so hard to get back. It's not necessary to have read the first book to relate to Kacey and cheer her on. All of the characters are well developed and fun to follow in this fast-paced romantic comedy.Traci Glass, Eugene Public Library, OR
Kirkus Reviews
Mostly reformed mean girl Kacey Simon returns in this preteen drama with a heart. The How to Rock series (How to Rock Braces and Glasses, 2011) has spawned a Nickelodeon TV show, and this second volume is perfectly pitched for mass appeal. Kacey's friends are recognizable types: Molly, the queen bee; Paige, the student-government geek; Liv, the vegan environmentalist; and Nessa, the self-help–book devotee. When the story opens, Kacey discovers she has boy troubles: Molly has broken up with Zander, the guitarist on whom Kacey has a secret crush, but she declares Zander off-limits because of something called the Girl Code. Further tension develops when Kacey rejoins Zander's band and meets Stevie, Zander's friend and former girlfriend. What seems poised to become a rivalry, however, becomes a loose alliance when Kacey and Stevie discover that their parents, both divorced, are dating. Kacey is a believably flawed character. Her schemes and decisions often have a negative impact on those around her, including a plot to get Stevie kicked out of an aquarium field trip and the pair's attempt to break up their parents' budding romance. But Kacey is easy to relate to, and readers will empathize with her desire to fix and control social situations, even as they anticipate the consequences. Accessible, funny and ultimately safe: Kacey may make mistakes, but readers can trust that all will turn out right in the end. (Fiction. 10-14)
The Bulletin
"Sitcom-ready feel-good fun."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316068260
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 9/25/2012
  • Series: How to Rock Series , #2
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 212,152
  • Age range: 11 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 660L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.82 (w) x 8.36 (h) x 1.16 (d)

Meet the Author

Meg Haston

Meg Haston survived braces and glasses in middle school; whether she rocked them is debatable. She did go on to rock other things, including but not limited to slap bracelets, a B.S. in Communication Studies from Northwestern University, and an M.Ed. in Professional Counseling from the University of Georgia.

How to Rock Break-Ups and Make-Ups is her second novel in the How to Rock series.

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How to Rock Break-Ups and Make-Ups

By Meg Haston


Copyright © 2012 Meg Haston
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316068260



Monday, 6:58 A.M.

I have a unique talent for remembering the soundtrack to every significant life moment in my twelve and a half years, including epiphanies, crises, and unbeatable hair days.

The morning of my very first Simon Says television broadcast for Marquette Middle School’s Channel M last September, I blasted Beyoncé’s “Diva” on my iPod for the entire El ride to school. Four years ago, when my dad told me he was moving from Chicago to Los Angeles and that it was “best for everyone involved,” creepy carnival music whistled from the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier.

And as I waited for my best friend, Molly Knight, at Sugar Daddy this morning, the clink of ceramic mugs and the sleepy chug, chug, ding! of the old-fashioned cash register blended together in familiar harmony. Outside, my city was starting to rouse, and pinkish light shone on bleary-eyed passersby. For the rest of Chicago, it was just another Monday morning.

The rest of Chicago had no idea how easy they had it.

I sat on one of the cracked turquoise leather couches at the back of the bakery and willed my knees to stop bouncing. But I was too riled up to sit still. Two weeks ago, after a humiliating tumble at Molly’s thirteenth birthday party, I’d gone from




Luckily, my literal fall from grace was yesterday’s headline, and now I was back on top, thanks to some major soul-searching and a genius plan I’d executed with my friend Paige Greene. And after I’d saved my best guy friend (and Molly’s boyfriend), Zander Jarvis, during the Rock Chicago showcase last Friday night, Zander had even asked me to rejoin Gravity as lead singer.

Friends? Check. Popularity? Check. Band? Check.

Unquenchable crush on my best friend’s boyfriend?


The scratchy clang of the bell over the door startled me, sending a wave of scalding liquid over the edge of my cup.

“Oww.” I licked my thumb and pressed it into the widening heart-shaped stain on the knee of my new bottle-green jeggings.

“Watch it. I’m def borrowing those.” Molly clacked across the faded wood floor in towering platform booties. “If it’s okay.”

“Of course.” I jumped up to hug her. “Whenever you want.” I didn’t let go right away. Maybe I was holding on too long. But I was so relieved to be friends again, there wasn’t enough room in my brain to care.

Mols wriggled away, a mischievous grin playing over her rosy lips. “So?” A few wisps of platinum hair slipped from beneath a cropped hoodie.

“So, sit.” I slapped the seat next to me.

“First you have to guess what’s different about me.”

“Ummm…” I reviewed her from head to toe. I’d seen the hoodie before, and the black leather skinnies were a definite rerun. I’d watched her buy the yellow RUCKUS tee at the showcase Friday night. It was a consolation prize for being the girlfriend of the dude who bombed onstage, she’d told me when we got back to my house.

“Kacey! Guess!”

“Did your shirt have that stain on it when you bought it?” The old Kacey would have informed Mols that wearing a (dirty) rival band’s T-shirt to school made her a subpar rock ’n’ roll girlfriend. The new, slightly-less-honest-but-more-aware-of-people’s-feelings Kacey ran her tongue over her braces to give her mouth something else to do.

“Not a stain.” Molly perched on the edge of the sofa. Her voice dropped to a whisper, and she leaned close enough for me to catch a whiff of gingerbread body butter. “It’s the signature of the lead guy in Ruckus. He’s in ninth, and his name is Phoenix. Which is so weird, because you know how my grandparents live close to Phoenix and it’s, like, my fave place ever?”

“You said staying in the desert for spring break was like being trapped in a huge litter box.” I squinted through a fresh set of contacts at the chicken scratch above her left boob. Why were we talking about some strange kid in ninth when Molly had the coolest, most talented guy in seventh by her side?

“You’re not guessing.” Impatiently, Mols wound a lock of hair around her index finger and yanked.

“Your hair iiiissss…” I bit the inside of my cheek. When I was Channel M’s star reporter, I never worried about saying the wrong thing. I missed being a reporter. Or maybe I just missed having a reason to give people the straight story without having to feel bad about it. “… blonder?”

“Wrong!” She smacked an imaginary game-show buzzer on the coffee table, then whipped off her hoodie, revealing an angled, shoulder-length bob.

“You cut it all off!” I squealed. “Ohmygod, it looks so much healthier without those stringy exten—” I gulped. “You look so good!”

“Really? You think so?”

I grinned. “For real! What made you do it?”

“I’m starting fresh,” Molly proclaimed.

I adjusted the feathered head wrap holding my long auburn waves in place. The piece was fashioned from a costume mask our friend Liv Parillo’s grandmother had worn to a masquerade ball a zillion years ago. It was the latest item in LivItUp, Liv’s brand-new line of upscale repurposed accessories. “Starting fresh from what?”

“Well…” Molly scanned each of the vintage-school-desks-turned-tables in the tiny bakery. The tip of her nose and her cheeks were tinged with pink, and not from the early-morning chill.

“What? Tell me!” I scooted close enough for our knees to touch.

“I broke up with Z last night.”

The words took my breath away. I felt like I was back in the dunking booth at last year’s Channel M fund-raiser, the split second after I hit the icy water.

Okay, so it was my producer, Carlos, who’d actually agreed to the dunking booth. But I imagined that it probably felt exactly like this.

Molly blinked. “Hello? Earth to Kacey!”

“Ohmygod!” I coughed, my mind spinning with questions. Why would anyone ever dump Zander? Was he okay? What did this mean for us? Was there an “us”? Since Molly had asked me to quit Gravity in the first place, I’d been beyond nervous to tell her that I’d rejoined the band before I knew about the split. Did this make my news better, or worse?

“What did he—why did you—are you okay?” I asked.

“Aww, Kace. You’re the best. I’m fine.” She squeezed my arm reassuringly. “It’s like I texted Z last night. We just don’t have that much in common, you know?”

I nodded. That much was definitely true.

“Plus, I’m Molly Knight. I can’t be the girl who dated that loser who sucked onstage.”

“Did you tell him that?”

“I would have, but then this hilarious commercial came on and I forgot. Anyway, you’re gonna love Phoenix. We have so much in common!”

“Like what?” I wanted to focus 100 percent on Molly, but a voice in the back of my head kept ordering me to confess that I’d rejoined Gravity. Now that she’d broken up with Zander, she wouldn’t care. Right?

“We’re both super mature, and we both love how he’s in ninth.”

“He sounds great. Really. I’m happy for you.” Tell her.

“I knew you would be. Only there’s something I kind of need advice on.” Molly tugged at the leather choker around her neck.

“About your new boy? Shoot,” I said graciously. Boys were the one and only area where Molly’s expertise outshone mine. This had to be killing her.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Phoenix likes girls who have a thing. You know, like designing is Liv’s thing, and being smart is Nessa’s thing. And journalism is your thing.”

Used to be my thing.

“But since I quit skating lessons, I don’t have a thing anymore.” Molly lowered her head. “Do you think I should go back to gymnastics? I’m kind of over tight ponytails and glitter hair spray.”

“So’s the rest of the world. But not to worry.” I borrowed the soothing, low tone that sounded so reassuring when Dr. Phil, our school shrink, used it. “You’re good at a ton of other things.”

“Like what?” Her white-blond lashes fluttered skeptically.

“Like…” I reached for my hot chocolate and took a long sip, thinking hard. “Like you always put together amazing outfits. And out of all the girls I know, you’re the best at talking to boys. You don’t get nervous or anything.”

“I guess.”

“Most of all, you’re an amazing friend. I was just thinking how glad I am that we’re friends again.”

“Me, too,” she said quickly. “Things weren’t the same when we weren’t talking. And”—she pulled a brown throw pillow into her lap and squeezed it—“I’m really sorry about how mean I was to you.”

“Same.” I wanted to hug her again. “Okay. So we’ve got outfits, boy-talking, and friendship. What else do you like?”

“Parties, for sure. I had a killer time at my b-day party. Everybody did.” A horrified look flashed across her face. “Until you bit it, obv.”

“Obv.” My teeth ached at the memory. “Okay. Parties!” I settled back into the couch cushions and thought for a few seconds. “What if you were a party planner, or something? You could plan special events at Marquette! Like fund-raisers and dances and stuff.”

Molly’s head snapped toward me. Her delicate features locked into a deadly serious expression. “Yes. Party planner. Yes.

“Actually, I heard the student council was looking for someone to head the Party Planning Committee for the spring dance. I bet I could get Paige to approve your app by the end of the day!”

Molly’s nose scrunched in disapproval. “Paige Greene has to approve me?” She and Paige, my old fifth-grade BFF, got along almost as well as my six-year-old sister, Ella, and I had during her I know you are, but what am I? phase.

“Well, she is seventh-grade class president. But it’s just a formality,” I assured her.

She pretended to weigh her option. Singular.

“Okay, I’ll do it!” Mols reached over and hugged me.

“Yay! I really think this is a great idea,” I said into her shoulder. You know what else is a great idea? Telling your best friend the truth! Say it! “I. Rejoined. Gravity.” My mouth tasted dry and stale, like I’d been sucking on mothballs.

“Me, too. Thanks, Ka—” Suddenly, Molly jerked away. “Wait. You never said if you thought it was a good idea to break up with Zander.” Her eyebrows shot up in panic.

“I—uh—” I hadn’t had time to process. For that, I’d need at least a couple of hours alone in my room. And a good, soul-searching-themed playlist. I channeled Dr. Phil again. “Do you think it was a good idea to break up with Zander?”

Molly’s cornflower-blue eyes flitted anxiously across my face. “I dunno. I guess. I mean, we really didn’t have much in common. Plus, I heard he was into some other girl while we were dating.”

My blood ran cold. “What? Who?”

“Ridic, right?” Molly half coughed, half laughed. “Z was totally into me when we were dating. I was the one who broke up with him, remember?” A tiny vein in her forehead throbbed.

“Yeah. I remember.” I crossed my arms over my black dolman-sleeve top, suddenly aware of a draft in the bakery. “So, did you hear who it was?”

“Please. If I knew who it was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I’d be out kicking her a—”

“OHMYGOD. I just had the most amazing idea.” I cut her off before she could give me the gory play-by-play. “What if I rejoined Gravity, and then I could get the inside scoop on whether he was into someone else while you guys were together?” I reached for my hot chocolate mug again, afraid to steal a glance at her expression.

“You mean, like, you’d be a spy? Just for me?”

“Mmmm.” I chugged the rest of my hot chocolate with complete disregard for the third-degree throat burns I was inflicting on myself. And the lie I was inflicting on her. But if I’d learned anything in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes the truth wasn’t the best option.

“Yes! Do it! That’s totally brilliant.”

“Mmmmm.” I kept my mug between us. “Okay. Great. I’ll talk to Zander after school.”

Molly fell back into the sofa, a dreamy look on her face. “Perf.” Then she sat up again. “But wait. You can’t just find out whether he was into some girl before. You have to find out if he’s into anyone now. He can’t date anybody for at least a year after me. It’s the rule. Girl Code.”

Girl Code? “But aren’t you and Phoenix—”

“That’s different. I was the one who did the breaking up. I’m allowed to date.”

“Oh.” I squeezed my mug so hard I was sure tiny hairline cracks were forming in the painted ceramic lip. “Okay.” The rule was insane. But the look on her face told me she couldn’t have been more serious.

“So that’s it, then. You’ll get the dirt and report back to me. And if any girl even thinks about liking him—”

I bent over and reached for my messenger bag with numb, trembling fingers.

“—that girl will be in major trouble. She has no idea what I can do when I’m pissed,” Molly finished.

“Got it,” I said weakly.

But Molly was wrong. That girl had a pretty good idea of what Molly Knight was capable of. And that girl wasn’t looking for that kind of trouble.

Not again.



Monday, 3:27 P.M.

“I’m telling you. It’s my hidden talent,” Zander insisted that afternoon after school. “Bet you five bucks.” His steely gray eyes ignited at the prospect of a challenge, and the royal-blue streak in his long bangs flashed under the spotlights above us.

“I don’t knowwww,” I teased, shedding my black suede trench. I took a seat across from him, a steaming latte already at my place. We’d decided to meet at the café next to Vinyl Destination, the coolest record store in Chicago’s Andersonville neighborhood. Actually, I’d decided on the café. Zander had suggested Sugar Daddy, but the possibility of running into Molly and the girls during my first “spy session” with Zander made my hair crimp eighties-music-video-style. Fortunately, my chosen hangout was dark and empty, except for the skinny dude slouched behind the dark wooden coffee bar. “I’d have to see it to believe it.”

“Any song. Any voice or accent.” Zander angled his chair so his back was to the empty stage—the same stage where he’d lost his mojo at the showcase Friday night.

“Without laughing.”

“Without laughing.” He popped the collar on the plaid button-down he wore over a faded HARD ROCK LIFE T-shirt, homage to his old band in Seattle.

“You’re on. Five bucks.” I yanked up my sleeves and planted my elbows on the round black table between us. “Um, ‘Go Your Own Way.’ As… Kermit the Frog.”

He winced. The Fleetwood Mac tune was the same song he’d bombed with Friday night. “Nice song choice.”

“You gotta try it again sometime, right? This way, it’ll be the song you sang when you lost five bucks. Not the song you sang when—”

“Okay, okay. Don’t remind me!” He disappeared beneath the table and popped up a few seconds later, holding a familiar acoustic guitar. “You could at least give me a hard one.”

He’d tried to give me that guitar a week ago, when we were sitting around the Millennium Park skating rink. My insides had been colder than the wintry air as I’d told him I had to quit Gravity to reclaim my lead in Marquette’s production of Guys and Dolls. It had been a seriously inconvenient time to figure out that I had feelings for him. And an even worse time for him to flip out, take back his guitar, and refuse to speak to me for a few days.

The sound of Zander’s fingers plucking the strings drew me back to the present. “Loving you… isn’t the right thing to do.” His Kermit was so dead-on, it was freaky. And I know a good Kermit when I hear one. Ella was Miss Piggy for Halloween two years ago. In preparation for the role, she’d forced me to watch every Muppet movie ever made.

I giggled, settling back into my chair and lifting my latte in a toast. The steam beneath the white plastic lid tickled my nose and sent a warm, tingly feeling through my body. “Just don’t laugh! Don’t do it!”

Zander’s jaw pulsed as he tried to keep it together. This was too easy.

I glanced around the café to be sure we were still alone.

If I could,” I chimed in with my best Miss Piggy. “Maybe I’d give you my woooorld.

Zander’s face cracked into a grin.

“You lose!” I smacked the table triumphantly. “Five bucks, Jarvis. Cough it up.”

“That wasn’t a laugh! I’m not laughing,” he protested, biting his lip so hard his forehead crinkled in pain. “And you cheated!”

“Hey.” I lifted my hands in surrender. “All’s fair in lo—” I swallowed the rest of the word before it escaped. Everything wasn’t fair in love and war. At least not according to Molly. Girl Code, I repeated to myself silently. Girl Code. Girl Code.

“You okay?” Zander pressed his palm over the strings, silencing his guitar. His cheeks looked suddenly rosy under the fluorescent lights.

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure,” I said, too quickly. “I mean, uh—I actually wanted to ask you the same thing.”

“I’m good.” He toyed with the leather cuff bracelet on his wrist. “How come?”

“Because of the breakup?” Either Zander was playing cool to mask his devastation, or he honestly didn’t care. For the record, I was a staunch supporter of Option B.

“Oh. That. No, I’m fine.” He pushed back his chair and stretched out his legs. Instead of his usual skinny jeans, he was wearing a pair of regular jeans, the wash so dark they had to be new. “It’s… whatever. It’s probably a good thing.” His blue bangs flopped over his eyes.

“Yeah. A good thing.” I drummed my fingers on the table. A good thing. Good because he and Molly were polar opposites? Good because he was into somebody else, somebody who just happened to be sitting across from him this VERY SECOND?

I had no idea why girls were always getting such a bad rap. Boys were way more confusing.

“So I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said. “Two, actually.”

“Yeah?” My throat was suddenly dry. I took another sip of my latté.

“Well, the first one’s not really a surprise. I just wanted to give you this. Again.” He lifted the guitar in his lap, nodding for me to take it.

“Zander. Are you sure?” Tentatively, I took it, tracing the circular opening in the instrument’s glossy blond body. “But you learned how to play on this thing. Don’t you want to keep it?”

“Guitars are meant to played,” he insisted. “It’s a thank-you for Friday night. And a welcome-back-to-Gravity present.”

The guitar smelled like Zander—freshly polished wood, leather, and pure perfection. “Thanks.” I squeezed the fret board tight.

“I can teach you to play,” he offered. “Maybe you could play for Gravity, even.”

I snorted. “In like a decade.”

“You gotta start somewhere.” Zander cracked his knuckles and interlaced his fingers behind his head. “Bring it to rehearsal tomorrow. I’ll teach you a couple of chords.”

“ ’Kay.” Waves of excitement and nerves reverberated through me in a rhythm all their own. I hadn’t seen the other members of Gravity—Nelson Lund, Kevin Cho, and The Beat—since Friday night. And I still had no idea how they felt about me rejoining the band.


I looked up. Zander was smiling.

“It’s gonna be awesome,” he assured me. “We’re all pumped that you’re back.”

How did he read my mind like that? I let my eyes lock with his for a quarter beat, until a tiny voice in the back of my head whispered: Girl Code. Reluctantly, I refocused on the guitar.

“Good. Well, I gotta go.” He jumped up. “I’m supposed to watch my sister while our parents go to this art thing tonight.”

“Okay,” I said, hoping the disappointment in my voice wasn’t obvious. “See you tomorrow?”

“Deal,” Zander said in his Kermit voice. He lifted his palm for a high five, and I clasped it with mine. His palm was soft, electric. GirlCodeGirlCodeGirlCode. “Later.” He headed for the door.

“Oh! Wait! What about my second surprise?” I called.

He turned around, flashing a coy smile. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. You’ll find out tomorrow at rehearsal. You’re gonna love it.” He waved and disappeared through the doorway.

“Yeah,” I murmured, cradling the guitar in my lap. Its shiny surface reflected my flushed cheeks and green eyes. As a general rule, I was not a fan of surprises. Surprises were the off-air equivalent of breaking news. Like my dad telling me he was leaving for good. Or like Ella admitting that she’d mixed Mom’s facial hair removal cream in my shampoo after I’d already lathered, rinsed, and repeated.

But this was different. This was Zander. And if he was excited about it, then it was going to rock.



Monday, 9:02 P.M.

That night, Mom, Ella, and I sat around the kitchen table in our breakfast nook. A stack of my textbooks, plus Ella’s weekly folder and a list of spelling words, was piled in front of Dad’s old chair. After four years, you’d think we would have gotten rid of his place mat. But I never liked the way the table looked with three mats—lopsided, like it could topple over at any second.

“Great broadcast, Mom,” I said over a mouthful of room-temperature Greek takeout. Ella and I always watched the five- and six-o’clock Channel 5 newscasts when we could. Even though Mom had been the solo evening anchor for over a year, seeing her on air never got old. Lately, though, it had made me a little… something. Not jealous, exactly. More like nostalgic for the Simon Says days.

“You think so?” Mom pulled her shoulder-length strawberry hair away from her face and secured it with one of Ella’s purple glitter claws.

“Totally. I liked the piece on the school board scandal.”

“Me, too.” Ella yawned into her stuffed grape leaves. Her dark red curls were still damp and matted from the bath, and she smelled like baby shampoo and hotel lotion. “And the commercials.”

“Thanks, girls.” The tiny smile lines around Mom’s jewel-green eyes deepened under the extra layers of foundation she wore for work. “And thanks for taking care of dinner, baby.” She reached over to squeeze my arm and left her hand there.

“Ha! Baby.” Ella snorted. She lunged for the pink curly-straw peeking out of her cup. I steadied the cup as she slurped her chocolate milk.

“No problem,” I said. “I signed her folder and we finished her spelling words. Oh, and I have a permission slip for you to sign. It’s for our Marine Bio field trip to Shedd Aquarium on Monday.”

“You got it.” Mom nodded. “Now run upstairs and brush your teeth,” she told Ella. “I’ll be up in a second.”

“But—” Ella looked back and forth between Mom and me, like she was considering making a scene. In the end, another big yawn won out.

“Night, Ell Bell.” I leaned over to give her a squeeze.

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite!” She planted a breathy chocolate kiss on my jaw, and I lifted her off the chair and lowered her to the floor. A few seconds later I heard the slow thud of her galoshes on the stairs.

“Really, Kace.” Mom sighed. “I’m sorry you had to take care of everything tonight. We lost one of our best producers last week, and the station’s new owner wants to—”

“Mom.” I cut her off. “Really. I don’t mind.” It was the truth. Sure, Ella could be a major pain. Like last week, when she used my brand-new crackle nail polish to “decorate” her math homework. But for the most part, hanging out with her didn’t kill me.

“I know you don’t. It’s just…” Mom’s voice trailed off. “So tell me about your day.”

“It was good.” I smashed a giant piece of feta on my plate with a plastic fork, eyeing the teal digits on the microwave clock. After school I’d texted Paige to come over tonight so we could quote, strategize, end quote, about the home stretch of her presidential campaign. I’d thrown in a P.S. about Zander and Molly’s breakup, like it was totally an afterthought.

“Just good?” The lilt in her voice told me Mom’s reporter instincts were kicking in. I’d have to do better than “good” if I wanted to leave the table before midnight. “Something on your mind?”

“I—” There was a sharp knock from the other side of the kitchen.

“Ella Simon, those teeth better be sparkling,” Mom warned.

“It’s just me.” Paige appeared in the doorway and flashed a toothy smile. “But I did floss this morning.”

“You pass inspection, Paige.” Mom laughed. “Come on in.”

“Doesn’t she look amazing, Mom?” I said brightly, grateful for the interruption. Paige’s short dark bob gleamed beneath the kitchen lights, and she actually looked kind of stylish in the black cigarette pants and black silk tee I’d let her borrow. Beneath her slanted bangs, her glasses added a nice, executive branch–chic touch. I congratulated myself on Paige’s mini makeover.

“Always.” Mom nodded. I could feel her gaze on me.

“So what’s up, Paige?” I widened my eyes meaningfully. You have top secret campaign business that can’t wait. We have to go up to my room. Right. Now.

But my telepathic vibes sailed straight over Paige’s head.

“Uh, you texted me.” She took Ella’s seat and slid a stuffed green three-ring binder on the table. “Only ten days till the election, Sterling,” she told Mom, plucking half a stuffed grape leaf from Ella’s plate and popping it in her mouth. “Just thought you should know. As an informed member of the media and all.”

Mom tapped her temple with her index finger. “I consider myself briefed,” she said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, all that quiet upstairs is disconcerting.” She pushed back her chair and headed for the stairwell. “You girls can work till ten. And Kacey, make sure you watch Paige get home safely.”

“She lives next door,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“I mean it,” Mom instructed. Ever since she started taking coffee breaks with Channel 5’s new crime reporter, she’d been paranoid about kidnapping and identity theft.

In my room on the third floor, Paige and I kicked off our shoes and stretched out on our backs on my pink-and-black plaid duvet. I stared at the glow-in-the-dark solar system sprinkled across the slanted attic ceiling. The flatscreen across from my bed was muted, and the crisp scent of lavender drifted from the pillar candle Liv had given me last Christmas to cleanse my chi. Photos of Gravity (mostly Zander) and vintage album covers I’d bought at Vinyl Destination were pinned to the three bulletin-board walls that surrounded my bed. The chalkboard wall behind my bed was filled with song lyrics and the names of bands I’d recently discovered.

“Do we really need to work on the campaign?” Paige asked the Big Dipper. “I’ve been rehearsing my speech all night. Maybe we could talk about something else.”

“Liiike—” I cut my eyes at her, fighting a smile.

“Oh, I dunno.” Paige whacked me with a furry pink pillow. “Like how a certain friend of yours just broke up with another friend of yours, who is so obviously more than just a friend where you’re concerned?” She blew her bangs out of her eyes, and they fluttered back to her forehead in an inverted V.

“Ohhhh, thaaat.” I flipped onto my side. The words bubbled up inside of me until I couldn’t hold them in any longer. “HesaidhehadasurpriseformeandI’mgonnaloveit!”

“What? When?” Paige shrieked, scrambling to her knees on the bed.

“Girls!” Mom called from downstairs.

“Sorrryyyy,” we yelled back.

“Tell me everything,” Paige said in a low voice. Her cocoa-colored eyes were double their usual size.

“There’s not much to tell.” I sat up. “We were hanging out, and he gave me his old guitar and then he said he had a surprise for me, but I’d have to wait until rehearsal tomorrow.”

“Ahhhh! Kay-cey!” Paige shoved me so hard, I toppled back onto a mound of pillows and stuffed animals. “He gave you his guitar? That’s huge! He’s totally gonna tell you he’s into you!”

“You think?” I closed my eyes and let myself picture the scene. It would be after an awesome jam session with the band. The other guys would have already left the loft. And it would be just Zander and me, draped casually on the leather couch in his loft’s living area. Something slow would be playing, like Death Cab’s latest single. Zander and I would be humming along, and suddenly our eyes would meet.

Kacey, he’d say. I


Right on cue, my cell buzzed on the bedside table, forcing me back to my non-loft.


“Ohmygod. Is that Zander?” Paige bounced in place on the bed.

“Just Molly.” With a pang of guilt, I hit IGNORE and stuffed the phone under my pillow.

Paige made a gagging sound.

“Paaaige,” I groaned. “By the way, has anybody signed up to head the Party Planning Committee for the dance?”

“No.” Paige looked confused for a second; then her face lit up. “Wait. Do you and Zander want to do it?”

“Molly wants to. Is that cool?”

“Ugh, but fine, whatever. Can we get back to the point?”

I picked at the flaking eggplant polish on my big toe. “Have you ever heard of the Girl Code?”

Paige fiddled with the iPod dock on my desk, settling on a new single from Levi Stone, an up-and-coming singer-songwriter whose recent feature on MTV had propelled him to superstardom almost overnight. I’d heard on the news that he had a Chicago tour date next week. “You mean like, Never run for office if your best friend already said she wanted to?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. I mean like, Thou shalt not crush on another girl’s ex-boyfriend for one whole year?” I said, half hoping the opening notes of Levi’s single, “You’re So Right, We’re So Wrong,” would drown me out.

“Huh?” Paige’s fringy bob whipped around indignantly. “Did Molly tell you that?”

“No! I mean, she wasn’t talking about me, specifically. She was just saying that no other girl can date Zander for at least a year.” Saying the words out loud made me realize just how insane they sounded. But did it matter? Wouldn’t a good friend stay away from Molly’s ex no matter what? Even if they’d only dated for a matter of days?

Paige squinted through her lenses like she was trying to figure out a math problem. “I can’t—that doesn’t even—I—” She stopped and took a measured breath. “Didn’t you say she was dating some other guy already?”

I nodded.

“And since when do you take orders from Molly Knight?”

“I don’t,” I protested, irritation pricking my voice. She obviously didn’t get it. My friendship with Mols was still so fragile, the slightest problem could send it crashing down for good. “Forget it.” I karate-chopped a decorative pillow and face-planted into the picked silk.

“No. Wait.” Paige took a running leap and dove next to me on the bed. “Sorry. I love that you’re trying to be a good friend. It’s just that Molly and Zander should never have been together in the first place—they only went out because you lied about her being into Acoustic Rebellion. And you and Zander are, like—”

“I knooooow,” I wailed into my pillow. “Don’t say it.”

“—perfect for each other! And I just think he’s too great for you to let him get away. I mean, what if you wait a whole year and some other girl starts to like him and then they start dating?”

I flopped onto my back. Paige was right: Zander and I were perfect for each other. A much better match than my recent ex-crush, Quinn Wilder, had been.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” I groaned. Although from excitement or worry, I couldn’t quite tell.

“Ew.” Paige crabwalked backward to the other side of the bed. “Need I remind you that the borrowed top I’m wearing—your top—is silk?”

I ignored her. “What do you think Zander’s surprise is?”

“That he likes you,” Paige said matter-of-factly.

A broad smile broke over my face.

“And seriously, Kace. I think it’s okay for you to like him back. Can’t you just be honest with Molly?”

I snuggled into a sea of pillows and plush, suddenly completely exhausted. Half of me was giddy at the possibility that Zander liked me back. The other half was worried that even thinking about Zander was a terrible violation of my friendship with Mols. If she knew how I felt, she’d never forgive me. It was like my brain was at war with itself. Fifty-fifty.

Although I knew that the next time I saw Zander, or heard him play, it would be more like sixty-forty, in favor of Zander.

Okay. Seventy-thirty.

Seventy-five–twenty-five, tops.

All’s fair in love and war. The words from that afternoon came back to me, fighting for space in my mind.

Girl Code. Girl Code. Girl Code.

I wondered if it was too late to amend the Girl Code: Thou shalt not force thy tortured BFF to choose between love and friendship.



Tuesday, 10:40 A.M.

The next morning, my Giddy-Over-Zander-to-Guilty-Over-Molly ratios were still fluctuating wildly. As I sat in third-period Marine Bio, failing to focus on the pop quiz I was probably bombing, a just-chased-a-double-shot-of-espresso-with-an-extra-large-hot-chocolate sensation sloshed around in the pit of my stomach.

I turned around and checked the clock at the back of the classroom. More than four hours until rehearsal. More than four hours until Zander’s big reveal.


“Question number six,” droned our teacher Miss Finnster—or Spinster Finnster, as she’d been known since the dawn of time—from her desk at the front. Next to her were giant yellowed mason jars inhabited by pickled sea creatures as old and wrinkled as she was.

Paige and I sat at a scuffed black lab table at the back of the room. Molly and Liv sat to my right, and Nessa Beckett was camped out at the far end of our row. My ex-crush, Quinn Wilder, and his friends Jake Fields and Aaron Peterman sat in the row ahead of us, while Zander slouched in the second row. His head bobbed in time to the ticking clock by the door.

As we waited for Finnster to continue, I looked over at Nessa, the overachiever of our group. Her slick, dark pixie cut gleamed with confidence, and her spring-green cowl-neck sweater accentuated her flawless dark skin. Stacked spiral notebooks bordered her paper like a barbed-wire fence around a prison yard. She stared down at her quiz without blinking.

After a full minute of silence, Jilly Lindstrom lifted her hand in the first row. “Um… Spin—Miss Finnster?” she chirped. “Is there a… question six?”

The folds of Finnster’s neck were tucked into her chunky knit cardigan, making her look like a resting turtle. Her eyelids were so wrinkled that it was hard to tell if they were closed, but the gentle snore that escaped her nostrils was a dead giveaway.

“OMG,” Molly hissed. “She’s totes napping. No fair.” Technically she didn’t have to whisper. It was a well-known fact that Finnster was legally deaf in one ear. During a fire drill last year, she’d woken from a nap after all the kids had evacuated, thought school was out, and gone home for the weekend. It was a Tuesday.

“At least her spirit hasn’t crossed over to the other side.” Liv twirled her jet-black ringlets into a messy bun on top of her head and secured them with a cotton ikat-print head wrap she’d made from one of her Italian grandma’s old-lady skirts. “Yet.”

“Shhhh.” Nessa glared at us from her pop-quiz fortress.

Twirling one of the vintage brass button earrings Liv had given me as a make-up gift, I tore a fresh page out of my notebook and scribbled a quick note to Molly.

Guess who’s the new Party Planning Committee chair for the dance next Friday??

A.) You, B.) You, or C.) YOU, BABY!

P.S. You’re welcome, Madame Chairperson.

Molly squealed, and Finnster let out a loud snort, jerking upright in her seat. “Question six,” she trilled, not missing a beat. “How many blowholes does a baleen whale have?”

“Blowhole.” Quinn snickered, then fist-bumped Jake Fields. Ugh. Why had I ever crushed on him? I refocused on Zander, who was now tapping out a rhythm on the edge of his desk.

“A.) One, B.) Two, C.) Three, or D.) Four.”

“You got me the job?” Molly leaned in and squeezed me in a side hug. “You’re the best.”

I wrote B on my quiz and hugged her back. “Now you can tell Phoenix you totally have a thing.”

Molly breathed a grateful sigh.

“And the last question. How long can a sperm whale stay underwater?” Finnster trilled the r on sperm, which made everyone, Zander included, burst out laughing.

“Well! I’m glad to see that you all have so much enthusiasm for marine biology.” Finnster scrunched her face in pleasure, looking the way Nessa’s pug puppy, Chunk, did just after he relieved himself on the entrance hall rug. “I hope you’ll show this degree of interest on Monday’s field trip to Shedd Aquarium.”

“If I was in charge around here, we’d take a trip to Wrigley Field.” Quinn raked a tanned hand authoritatively through his sandy hair. “Every Friday.”

Jake hooted his approval. Aaron Peterman balled up a piece of paper and pitched it to Quinn, who whacked at it with his pencil.

“If he was in charge around here, the average IQ in student government would take a nosedive,” Paige muttered under her breath. Then she looked at me. “No offense.”

“I’d just gotten braces and glasses, which is tantamount to being traumatized. I can’t be held responsible for my crushes.” I poked the brackets on my front teeth with my tongue.

“You should run for eighth-grade president, bro,” Jake suggested as everyone passed their quizzes to the end of their row. “Like, for real.”

“Please. Can he even spell ‘executive branch’?” Paige’s neck was turning bright red above the collar of the frumpy, faded black cardigan I’d advised against.

“He’ll forget about it by lunch,” I reassured her.

“For the remainder of class, we’ll be discussing Echinoidea, more commonly known as sea urchins.” Finnster rubbed her veiny hands together and turned toward the board, sketching out a detailed diagram.

Translation: Enjoy your free period, boys and girls.

As the guys in the third row divided into teams for paper football, Nessa slid her belongings down the row and rejoined our group.

“So. Breaking news.” I let my eyes flicker over each of my best friends. “Molly’s gonna head up the Party Planning Committee for the spring dance!” Under the table, I squeezed Paige’s arm, begging her not to pull a presidential power play. “It’s official!”

“Thanks to Kacey.” Molly’s cheekbones flushed a shade almost identical to that of her slinky peach pullover.

You’re welcome!” Paige coughed.

“Ew.” Molly glared at Paige, then lifted the hem of her sweater and dabbed at her cheek in slo-mo. “Cover your mouth!”


Excerpted from How to Rock Break-Ups and Make-Ups by Meg Haston Copyright © 2012 by Meg Haston. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2012



    11 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2012

    I have not read this book yet but i LOVE the first book how to rock braces and glasses. So i cant wait untill tjis one comes out. Because i just cant wait to know what happens next

    9 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    How To Rock

    I loved the book! It was so funny and I am so glad this book came out! Go read the description it looks so much better than then first book! GO HOW TO ROCK SERIES!!!!<333

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2012


    Best book ive ever read!!!! Hate the tv show tho

    5 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    GREAT BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I only read the sample but insantly fell in love. Hope zander askes kacey out.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2012

    Three words to j-14

    IT IS ROCKIN' !!! :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2012

    In love!

    I love love LOVE the first how to rock i thought it was so amazing and such a great read exspecialy since its around my age group so u know thats always cool n i dont suggest u watch the show i think its nothing like the book and i cant imagine any of the characters looking gow they do on the show : l

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2013

    Stop hating, haters!


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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2012

    I like Stevie and Zander together I like stevie and zandercti I like stevie and zandet I like ste

    I did not read the book yet but i like Stevie and Zander together so i dont know!!!!:()

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2014


    It relates to all girls. And has very good humor and i like it..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2014

    Cool book

    It was great book read it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2014


    Lovd it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2014

    A good lesson

    It was a good lesson about not being selfish. Instead of thinking about yourself, think about others. Also the best book ever!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2014


    I lift you up put your legs on either side of me _14_

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2014

    Can people just review the book. Why cant people just review the book

    I hate it when people talk about something other than the book, people hate it. SO PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2013


    Gtg sorry bbt

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    Posted December 10, 2013

    Sam and brady


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    Posted August 4, 2013


    What a jurk

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Best Book EVER

    I loved this book, it had so much detail and vivid language!

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