("Sweet heels," he says. I smile. "Sweet wheels." He gave me a surprised look. "Oh! I mean... ew skateboarding.... that's for... uh... losers?" Crap. I suck at this two timing thing) Best friends are sold, so when Brooke's best friend calls crying and asking for help, she doesn't even think, just says yes. Anything for her. However, she never would have assumed she would be posing as a cheerleader to gain the trust of the head cheerleader just to tear her down, all the while avoiding the hands on football player, and trying to figure out her feelings for a certain goth kid that she's not suppose to even like because after all she is a cheerleader. This year is going to be hell for the two best friends.