Until We Were More by Michelle Pennington

I had a list and he was not on it.
So far this summer, my three closest friends have all gotten kissed and found love.

What did I get? Zane—the most conceited, annoying, and immature guy I knew. Sure, other girls might think he was totally hot, but that was because he didn’t purposefully drive them them insane.

I must have been crazy to let him talk me into helping him with his crazy plan. Spending so much time with him had unexpected and dangerous consequences.

In my defense, I had no idea that Zane could do more than make my eye twitch—that he’d make my pulse race and my heart pound. And as always, he knew exactly how to push my buttons.

Thanks to him, my goal was was simply to get through this summer without getting kissed.
Because I was pretty sure if we did, we’d never be frenemies again.