THE HATING GAME meets THE PERFECT DATE. The last thing Maggie needs is for her arch-rival, Vince, to discover her identity as Campus Cupid - the school's secret matchmaker. Now, he’s bribing her into combining their businesses – her matchmaking with his Promposal Services. Although reluctant at first, with them both competing for yearbook editor, it wouldn’t hurt to keep a close eye on her competition. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer – just don’t fall in love with them.
The stunned look on Cooper’s face should have been the first clue I’d accepted the wrong promposal.
The mix-up started ten minutes earlier when he first appeared in the doorway of my Chemistry class, dressed like a UPS delivery man and holding a large brown box topped with a red bow. I shrunk down as low as I could in my seat, willing myself to turn invisible. Ms. Clover did not look pleased her class was being interrupted. Then again, she never looked pleased.
“Special delivery for Maggie Lipton,” Cooper announced.
Okay. So maybe it was kind of sweet. He did look cute with his brown curls peeking out from a brown baseball hat. A large part of me wanted to run to the door and tackle him, screaming, “Yes!” One minor detail: he hadn’t asked me yet. I pressed my palm against my mouth to cover a grin as his eyes swept the room to find me.
At West Campus, the Junior and Senior class attended prom together. And if you were going to ask someone to prom, you couldn’t just ask them. Unwritten rule and code mandated you had to put on a promposal. The more extravagant, creative, and downright theatrical, the better.
This was mine.
Despite Ms. Clover’s sour mood, Cooper opened the box.