The Anaconda Downstairs (The Cocky Kingmans, #4)

by Amy Award

She was arranging the fake snakes around her again, laughing at something Kelsey said. My heart literally skipped a beat. Because of the snakes. Not because Penelope’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkling, or the fact that she caught me looking and winked at me.

I can’t remember a time I didn’t have a crush on a boy since. But they never seemed to crush on me back. I’m always the buddy, the cool chick, the friend without benefits. The nice girl who’s a bit too big to be arm candy, but lots of fun to pal around with.

But nobody tells you that inside out makeovers are harder because you can’t just spin around in a mirror and see your new and improved self.