Zoe Cain knows that Grant Evertide is way out of her league. So naturally, she kisses him. Out of spite. Not only is Grant her brother’s number-one nemesis, but he has zero interest in being tied down to one girl. She’s shocked—and secretly thrilled—when they start spending more time together. Non-exclusively, of course, but that doesn’t mean Zoe can’t change his mind, one PDA and after-school detention at a time.
Zoe’s brother claims Grant is trying to make her his “Ringer,” an oh-so-charming tradition where a popular guy dates a non-popular girl until he hooks up with her, then dumps her. Zoe threatens to neuter Grant with hedge clippers if he’s lying but Grant swears he isn’t trying to trick her. Still, that doesn’t mean Grant is the commitment type—even if winning a bet is on the line.
Admittedly, this will be a short review, simply because I do not have any idea on what I can actually say about this book. I’m still pretty speechless now, a few days on after reading it. While I’ve mentioned it before, I’ll mention it again. Entangled: Crush books are brilliant stories and Chris Cannon’s The Boyfriend Bet is absolutely no different. The simple little romance story wrapped up in a tale of teenage life was a really cute read. However, in all honesty, it was frustrating at times, but as is every book.
The characters were fairly two-dimensional and basic. I’d hate to use the word ‘flat’ but that is a word I would use to describe the characterisation in this story. The characters were fairly likeable, don’t get me wrong. Zoe had spunk, style and sass. She was fairly hilarious and brought a comedy element to the novel. Grant I wasn’t a massive fan of. He was quite arrogant, indecisive and an all around jerk. His actions sometimes felt a little foolish and I often found myself questioning why he was a main character. Pacing was fairly quick, making this book a perfect read for a holiday or for travelling. The cute little romance also warms you up and makes you smile, so it definitely has the feel good factor. Tone of the novel was impressive, if not pretty basic in places.
To conclude, I’d definitely read the first novel in the series. I was in an iffy mood when reading this book, thus why this review is so little and not very descriptive. This is the type of book I like to read, and I was not disappointed. It’s just a shame I can’t find the words to give a brilliant review.
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Amber stuck to me like glue as we exited the cafeteria, lucky for me, her next class was in the opposite direction so she had to leave. I caught up with Zoe and fell into step beside her.
She made a show of looking around me. “Lose your barnacle?”
I laughed. “Interesting description. Not inaccurate.”
“Even I know the quickest way to make a guy run away is to throw yourself at him.”
“But you threw yourself at me yesterday.”
Her mouth fell open and then she laughed. “Wrong. I used you to annoy my brother.”
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye grinned as we rounded the corner and headed for Foods class. “You were convenient.”
“Convenient?” I pretended to be offended.
“Is this some sort of reverse psychology? Because if I wanted to kiss you again, I’m one hundred percent sure you’d kiss me back.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
We were twenty feet from the classroom door, but ten feet from a side hall, which led to the restrooms. And I wanted to wipe the all knowing grin off her face. No teachers in the immediate area. What the hell?
When we came even with the side hall, I grabbed her hand and tugged her down the hall.
“What are you doing?”
Answering would take too long. I leaned in and pressed my mouth against hers. She froze for a second, and then she kissed me back. The noise from the hall faded away as she leaned into me.
Damn. I stepped away from Zoe and turned to find the principal glaring at me.
“Are public displays of affection allowed in this school?” His tone took condescending to a new level.
“No, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“To make sure it doesn’t, you both have detention in my office after school. Now, get to class.”
Zoe shot me a this is all your fault look and headed to class. I followed along, tempted to gloat, but figured it might be better to wait until she wasn’t so angry.
Seconds after we took our seats, Ms. Ida launched into a speech about the different kinds of vanilla. Not that I cared, but I pretended to be fascinated to avoid eye contact with Zoe.
“All right, class. Back to the kitchens and start mixing your cupcakes.”
Jumping out of her seat, Zoe made it to the kitchen before me and started sorting ingredients on the countertop. I strolled back to meet her.
She met my gaze and laughed. “Don’t you look pleased with yourself.”
“Because I was right.” I leaned in like I was checking out the recipe on the countertop and whispered in her ear. “One hundred percent right.”
A quick inhalation from Zoe meant what? Anger? Irritation?
She retrieved a large mixing bowl from one of the cabinets. Grabbing our Ziploc bags full of ingredients, she dumped their contents in the bowl. “Yes, and you are one hundred percent giving me a ride home from detention, because my brother has to work tonight.”
That was not part of my plan. “I don’t-”
She bumped me with her hip, knocking me off balance. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
I caught myself on the counter.
“You brought this on yourself.” She shoved the bowl at me. “Stir this while I crack the eggs.”
“I prefer to think of myself as confident.”
Why did I suddenly feel like she’d manipulated this entire situation?