Fake Boyfriend - Kate Brian by Kate Brian Read Free Book Online Page B

screen.

    "How would I know?" Marshall replied.

    "Uhh ... because you've got the MySpace window minimized right there," Vivi replied. "Why don't you check?"

    Marshall blinked. "Oh, yeah. I forgot that was there."

    He clicked on the bar, and the MySpace screen popped up. Brandon's MySpace screen, to be exact.

    "What were you doing on Brandon's MySpace page?" she asked. "And how did you get the password?"

    "First of all, your password has been 'double-v' since the beginning of time," Marshall said. "And second, I wasn't doing anything. I was just checking it out. Seeing what you and Lane think a guy's page should be like. I didn't really get much of a chance over the weekend with you ordering me around and breathing down my neck."

    "Oh," Vivi said. She pulled her second chair over, turned it around, and straddled. "So? How'd we do?" she asked, resting her arms on the back of the chair.

    "Actually, he seems pretty cool," Marshall conceded, clicking on view: my profile.

    "Good," Vivi replied. She noticed that the online now

    55

    icon was flashing next to Isabelle's name on Brandon's top friends. A rush of excitement shot through her. "Look! She's on. Let's IM her."

    "Right now?" Marshall said, looking at Lane with wide eyes.

    "No. Next Wednesday," Vivi said, rolling her eyes. "Just ask her what she's up to."

    Marshall took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Fine. But only for a few minutes. I have to get back to my paper."

    "I promise I will get you back to your precious homework before you know it."

    He ignored her and opened the IM window.

    Brandon: Hey. What's up? IzzyBelly: Hi! Not much. How are you? Brandon: Fine. What're you doing? IzzyBelly: Stressing actually.

    Vivi and Marshall exchanged a glance. "About what?" Vivi asked.

    Marshall typed.

    Brandon: About what?

    IzzyBelly: Prom. Everyone's talking about it and I don't have a date. Too bad you live so far. . . LOL I don't know. It just feels like there's no one to go with.

    "This is perfect!" Vivi said, getting up and turning the chair around so she could lean toward the screen. "Tell her you're sure she's going to find a date. Tell her she's so amazing there are probably hundreds of guys who want to go with her."

    56

    Brandon: Please. I bet a lot of guys would kill to go with you.

    "Nice edit," Vivi said, impressed, leaning her elbow on the desk.

    Marshall blushed and shrugged.

    IzzyBelly: I wish. There's no one good in my class. At least no one that doesn't have a date already.

    Vivi opened her mouth to make a suggestion, but Marshall was already typing.

    Brandon: What about other classes? Juniors, maybe?

    He hit send before Vivi could stop him, so instead, she whacked him across the back of his blond head.

    "Hey! Ow!" Marshall protested, rubbing the spot Vivi hit.

    "Don't send her stuff without my approval!" Vivi said.

    "Why not? Y liked the last thing I wrote!" Marshall pointed out.

    ou

    Vivi pressed her lips together. "All right, fine. But at least let me read it first."

    Marshall huffed a sigh. "Whatever."

    They both stared at the screen. It was taking Isabelle a while to type back.

    "Where'd she go?" Vivi demanded. "Dammit, Marshall. Y scared her away! Why the hell did you have to mention the juniors? Y class is like a

    ou our walking horror movie. She probably thinks you're an idiot now."

    "I'm sorry, I just--was

    57

    Suddenly another message popped up. Vivi and Marshall fell silent.

    IzzyBelly: Maybe. I don't know. It's j... my ex has been texting me all day today. Just got another one from him. I think he might want to get back together. And I always imagined we'd go to the prom. . . .

    "Oh, no! No, no, no!" Vivi jumped up and dug through her cluttered bag for her cell phone. When she finally unearthed it, she hit speed-dial three for Isabelle and clutched the phone to her ear. She was going to save this girl from herself if it killed her.

    "What're you doing?" Marshall gasped, now standing as well.

    "I'm calling