"Whoa, Sawyer, your fucking pants are red, man." The color drained from my face and I tried to recall the last time I had my period. "Dude, are you bleeding from your dick? Should I call 911?" Fuck. •••• Being a girl is pretty hard. Being dared to disguise as a boy for a whole school year is even harder. Falling in love with a boy while being disguised as one is unbearable.

"I'd appreciate it" Mr. Robinson said, turning back around to face the class, "If you didn't do that again." Agnes knew that was aimed at her. He didn't even have to say her name and it was all about her. Whether or not she had intended to, she knew what she had done. She had planted a seed in his brain. Although his interest had burned away from her she knew that her words, her lips, her eyes were imbedded in his brain. She knew what he would be dreaming about tonight.