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Overview
Sarah Campbell’s never bid in her high school's charity auction to win a date with one of the school's hottest guys. And she’s certainly not going to start now—when she’s still hurting over a bad breakup. The absolute last thing she’d ever do is bid on Mr. Ego himself, Chance DuPont.
Chance just wanted to help out a worthy cause, not get roped into not one but six dates with someone who seemingly can’t stand him. But when Sarah’s friends bid on him on her behalf, that’s exactly where he ends up. Now a local blog is covering the story by following them on all their dates, too?
Seems like everyone loves a good love story—except the two living it.
Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains one fender-bender meet-cute, two well-meaning best friends, and endless steamy moments. It may inspire you to plan your own six dates with someone special!
Each book in the Girlfriend Request series is STANDALONE:
* The Girlfriend Request
* The Boyfriend Bid
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781640637818 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Entangled Publishing, LLC |
| Publication date: | 04/08/2019 |
| Series: | Girlfriend Request , #2 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | NOOK Book |
| Pages: | 236 |
| Sales rank: | 330,523 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
| Age Range: | 14 - 18 Years |
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CHAPTER 1
Sarah
Everybody put up your hands up, say, I don't wanna be in love ~ Good Charlotte
"You did what?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Okay, maybe I could, given Emma's propensity for the unexpected. Emma may have been my best friend, and I loved her to death, but she tended to be a bit dramatic.
And she loved to meddle.
"I signed you up as a bidder in the Dates with Heart Benefit Auction." Her smile grew even wider as she waved a Pepto-Bismol- pink sheet of paper my way. "You're bidder twenty-one. It's a lucky number, so I feel pretty good about it."
I exhaled slowly, counting to ten in my head.
"Sarah, this is perfect." She pointed to the paper.
I was used to Emma's out-there ideas, especially after her whole fake Facebook profile scheme last spring to attract her (now) boyfriend Eli's attention.
"I'm not bidding on some random guy who I have no interest in dating." I raised an eyebrow and stared her down.
Emma stared back, undaunted. "Well of course you aren't going to really date him." She rolled her eyes like it should be obvious.
"Um, then why would I bid on one?" I took the paper from her and shook my head. Seriously? What brainchild thought up the color scheme? They couldn't have come up with a better color choice for the flyers than something that looked like the stuff you drink when you're sick to your stomach?
I scanned the sheet.
Dates with Heart Benefit Auction! Win a date with one of Auburn High School's hottest guys — all for a great cause!
A list of names of the guys up for bid followed. A few were unfamiliar to me, but it didn't matter. I didn't have the slightest interest in dating, period.
"You need to put yourself back out there and get over Doug," she said softly.
My stomach tightened hearing his name. Doug and I had been a couple for almost two years. But after he'd broken my heart right before the start of our senior year, I'd sworn off dating. At least for the next decade or so. It might have been one thing if Doug had talked to me like a normal human and told me he wanted to call it quits. But instead, I'd found out when he'd posted a picture of some leggy cheerleader draped all over him on his Instagram. Our conversation after I'd seen the photo hadn't gone well.
My mouth went dry, and I shook my head. "Thanks, but no thanks."
"I'm not telling you to jump back into anything serious. But this ..." She pointed to the pink paper again. "This is exactly what you need. A night of fun packaged in some hot body." She grinned. "And there are plenty of those to choose from on the list."
My jaw dropped. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent friend?"
Emma and I had been best friends since she moved to town in elementary school. Our friendship had stood the test of time, first loves, and my parents' divorce two summers ago.
"It's not like I'm saying you have to make out with whoever you bid on. I'm sure none of the guys on here expect anything like that. It's meant to be a simple, fun night out. That's it." She paused, then reached over to squeeze my hand for a few seconds. "I just think opening yourself up to the idea of someone else might be good for you," she continued on, more softly.
I shook my head as the other third of our sworn bestie trio made her way toward us. I turned to include her in the conversation. "Megan, talk some sense into her, please." I shoved my history book into my backpack and slammed the locker door shut.
Emma handed the paper to Megan and sighed. "She said she won't do it."
Megan reached up to twist her mass of red hair into a sloppy bun. "Yes, she will."
I groaned. "Not you, too?"
"Sarah, this will be good for you. You need it." Typical Megan, blunt and matter-of-fact.
She looped one arm through mine and the other through Emma's and propelled us toward the double doors leading to the student parking lot. As we pushed through, the harsh February wind temporarily bit back my response as it sucked my breath away. I couldn't wait for winter to be over and the warm weather to find its way to us in a few weeks. Then again, last year we had snow on Easter. And that's late for Pennsylvania.
Mostly bare branches of towering trees reached above us along the walkway leading from the school steps to the lot where my car was parked about fifty yards away. The three of us always drove together, although Megan and I were usually the ones who took turns playing chauffeur. Emma didn't really like to drive. I tugged up the collar of my denim jacket and wished I'd worn something heavier.
A couple of minutes later, we climbed into my car, an old VW Bug that was well past the stage of being vintage and cute. But it got me from point A to point B. I felt a twinge of guilt whenever the green-eyed monster hit me when I saw friends and classmates driving their shiny new cars, because I knew Mom didn't have the money to help me buy something else. She worked hard just to get the bills paid.
Emma continued on from the back seat without missing a beat. "Look, we aren't telling you to run out and find your Prince Charming. But you need to get back out there after that jerkwad Do —"
Megan shot Emma a look. They knew I didn't like to talk about Doug. He was kind of like Voldemort in our circle. The Ex Who Shall Not Be Named.
"What she means is that you deserve to just let loose a little. Go out, enjoy yourself with some cute guy. We're seventeen. These are supposed to be the best years of our lives."
I snorted, then started the car and turned on the radio. I didn't like to drive anywhere without music. "I just don't see the point." I shook my head and backed out of the parking space. "And anyway, I need to focus on studying if I'm going to actually have a shot at NYU." What I really meant, and what my friends were polite enough to let go unsaid, was that we all knew I needed some major scholarship money if I had any hopes of attending. I'd been thrilled when I'd gotten my acceptance letter, but way less so after I'd learned that student loans wouldn't cover the entire tuition. I pasted a fake smile on my face. Worrying about money was embarrassing, even in front of my besties.
"Do you want to come over Saturday to finish our history project?" I looked at Megan. Our project was due the following Monday, and we still had a lot to do. "Emma, you're welcome to come by, too. We can watch a movie when we finish."
"Don't you have that volunteer thing this weekend?" Megan glanced over at me as we waited in a line of cars all anxiously inching toward the exit.
"Yeah." I nodded. "But I should be done by like five, you guys can come over after that." An idea struck. "Hey, why don't you both bring your stuff and stay over? We haven't done that in forever. I can get some junk food, we'll order a pizza." I stretched the last words out like taffy, hoping they'd say yes.
A big part of me missed the old days when life seemed so easy, without worries about college or money or jerk cheating boyfriends. A night just hanging out with my friends watching movies and overdosing on chocolate sounded perfect.
Emma's eyes lit up, and she bounced on the seat. "Yes! That'll be so much fun. Let's do it."
"Sure, that sounds good." Megan craned her neck to see what was causing such a long delay as we waited to turn out of the long Y- shaped road that led from school onto the main town road. "This is nuts." She leaned over and pressed down on the car horn, holding it for a solid ten seconds.
"Megs, stop it." I nudged her away. Megan was great, but patience was not her strongest virtue.
A large black truck was in the line ahead of us. A head popped out of the truck's driver side window. "I can't levitate over the cars in front of me, you know." The guy's dark hair flopped into his eyes as he shook his head.
Megan whipped him the finger in response.
"Seriously, Megan?" I swatted her hand down, my cheeks heating.
"Hey, he's the one who started it." She rolled down her window, then turned to me and giggled. "Rev the motor."
"What?"
"Just please do it a second." She grinned.
I sighed and pressed down on the gas for a few seconds, my other foot still on the brake pedal.
Megan shot the driver of the pickup a cocky grin before yelling back at him, "I'm sorry, were you saying something? We can't hear you!" She gestured to her ear with one hand, then reached over toward me with the other. Before I realized what she was doing, she pressed down hard on my knee.
The car shot forward. Sounds of crunching metal and glass filled the air.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Megan's eyes went wide as I scrambled to hit the brake.
I stared straight ahead in shock for a few moments before looking back over at Megan. "Are you crazy? Why on earth would you do that?" "I didn't mean to. I just meant to rev the engine a little again." Her expression was as shocked as I felt.
"Is everyone okay?" I looked to the back seat. Emma nodded and offered a shaky smile.
A sharp rapping on the driver side window made me jump.
"What the hell?" The driver of the truck had materialized next to my car door.
I stuttered unintelligibly at him.
"You hit my truck." His dark eyes shot sparks.
I still couldn't speak. I rolled the window down, mute.
Megan leaned over. "Look, it was an accident. She's really sorry."
I whipped my head in her direction. "I'm really sorry?" "So, you aren't sorry? Like this was my fault?" he asked.
My head swiveled back to the guy standing six inches away from my car door.
"Like I said, it was an accident," Megan repeated.
His eyes moved in Megan's direction. "Are you her official spokesperson?"
I finally found my voice. "Seriously? She was just being a friend and trying to explain that —"
"Yeah, I heard her. I was talking to you, though."
My eyes widened. "Look, there's no need to be a jerk about it and interrupt me. It's rude."
His eyes roved over my face as I spoke. He tilted his head, bangs spilling into his eyes. "And exactly how was it an accident, anyway? You were revving like you were prepping for the Indy 500." He looked at Megan briefly, then turned his laser focus back on me. A hint of a smile crossed his face. He probably thought I was a few screws short of a set. My stomach tightened. There was no way Mom or I could afford an unexpected bill. I forced my eyes not to well up with tears and took a deep breath as I pushed my car door open. The guy jumped back in surprise to avoid being hit by it.
"Now who's being rude?" he muttered.
I fake-smiled at him. "Funny." I strode forward between the vehicles to check out the damage. "Oh for Pete's sake, it's barely dented." His truck really wasn't bad at all, thank goodness. Most of the damage showed up in broken glass from the busted headlights littering the street around my feet.
The guy walked over to stand next to me and looked down. I nudged his bumper with my boot. "It sounded worse than it actually is. You can probably bang the dent out with a hammer." Too bad the same couldn't be said about my poor Bug.
He raised an eyebrow and stared at me. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks as he spoke. "Oh, really. And you have enough experience with banging out dents with a hammer to know that's all it needs?" He smirked.
"Well, no, not exactly," I admitted. I crossed my arms over my chest and ignored his eyes following the movement. Out of nowhere, something in my stomach flipped over. I quickly looked away, annoyed at myself and my unwanted reaction to the cute stranger.
Megan joined us. "I'm really sorry. It actually was my fault. I pushed her foot down on the gas pedal."
The guy did his eyebrow-raising thing again. "Practicing some brand-new driving technique for Daytona?"
I could see that Megan was upset. "It's okay, Megs. I know you didn't mean for this to happen."
I waited to see his reaction, hoping he'd be able to tell that she meant it and accept her apology, too. But instead of looking at Megan, he stared at me for several long seconds. A blush warmed my cheeks, and I looked away.
Drivers were beginning to blow their horns, and some, more impatient, pulled around us, heads hanging out their windows to check out the spectacle. I shifted awkwardly, dragging my boot in the dead grass next to the macadam road.
"Let me give you my insurance card." Megan rooted around in her purse. "I can see if mine can somehow cover it, since I caused it." She looked at me, and I could tell she was worried that this would put my family in a bind. I appreciated her offer but knew it wouldn't work.
I moved to head back to my car. "I'll get my information for you. Just a second."
A hand on my sleeve stopped me. "Don't worry about it. I have it on good authority I can just bang out the dent with a hammer."
I jerked my head up in time to see him grin and wink at me.
"Are ... are you sure?" Relief washed over me.
He nodded. "Yep, I'm sure." He paused. "I'm Chance, by the way."
"Hi. Sarah. I'm Sarah, I mean." I pointed. "That's Megan."
"Nice to meet you, Megan." He said the words without taking his eyes off me. "So, Sarah." He smiled at me. "Maybe you should give me your phone number anyway, just in case."
My stomach did the weird little flip again. Was he flirting with me? My mind went completely blank. I just stood blinking at him.
I tried to figure out what to say without giving him the wrong idea. Megan cleared her throat and shot me a pointed look as the silence stretched out.
"Look, never mind. It's cool." He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket and shuffled in front of us for a few seconds.
"Okay, umm, well, thanks again. I appreciate it." I grabbed Megan, who was busy gushing her thanks, and tugged her toward the car. "Let's go," I mumbled.
"See you around!" he called from behind us.
I didn't look back.
Once we were in the car again, Emma leaned forward. "Well, ladies, that's one surefire way to add some excitement to an otherwise boring school day." She paused. "I think I know that guy."
"Now you say something. Why didn't you get out and help us talk to him?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I wasn't sure at first." She grinned. "And besides, it didn't look like you needed any help. Don't think I didn't catch the looks he was throwing your way."
"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "No thank you."
I pulled forward, taking care to stay well back from the truck.
"So, how do you know him?" Megan asked. "I don't remember ever seeing him before."
I tried not to show any interest in the answer.
Emma piped up. "He's new, just transferred in from a couple towns over. Pottsville, I think. He plays on the team with Eli."
Ugh, a soccer player. Doug had played soccer, too. That made him a double no, thank you.
"I wasn't sure it was him until I heard him say his name was Chance." Emma popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "I think his name is Chance DuPont, if I remember right."
"DuPont, DuPont, why do I know that name?" Megan tapped her fingers on the front dash.
"I'm not sure," Emma replied. "I only have study hall with him. I think he's in a bunch of honors or AP classes, he's like super smart, I guess." Emma looked at me. "Sarah, you take all those classes. You know him?"
I shook my head. I didn't know him and didn't care to know him, no matter how cute his smile. "Nope, he must be in the Blue section." Our school grouped us into color schemes that corresponded with our school colors — blue and white — for our schedules. I was in the White section. "I've never seen him before."
Emma reached over the seat to poke me, hard.
"Ow!" I yelped.
"Sarah, this is perfect! It's practically fate."
"What are you talking about?"
Her eyes twinkled as she pulled out the stupid pink paper again and read, "Number twenty-five, Chance DuPont, is a star forward for Auburn High School's soccer team, as well as being a member of peer tutoring."
"That's why I recognized the name," Megan said. "From the auction list." She nodded. "You have to admit he was pretty nice with telling you not to worry about paying for the repair after you ran into him."
"You mean after you made me run into him."
"Semantics." She grinned.
Emma poked me again. "He seemed pretty interested. I can talk to Eli and find out all about him. Do you think it was really just by chance that we were behind him today?" She stopped, caught the irony in her statement, and laughed. "Get it? Just by chance? This is a sign."
I groaned.
(Continues…)
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