Free The Boyfriend Bet (Boyfriend Chronicles #2) by Chris Cannon Page A

know she’s canned enough fruits and vegetables to last out the apocalypse, but I didn’t know if she stocked up on flour and vanilla too.”
    “Fully stocked. The only thing we might want to buy is food coloring for the icing.”
    “I had an idea about that.” Delia stopped walking and reached into her backpack. She pulled out a sketch of a book shaped cake, which used a Wilton green and blue striped necktie as a bookmark. “What do you think?”
    “I like it.”
    She folded the paper and shoved it in her backpack. “Cool. It’s a plan. See you later.”
    “See you.”
    As I headed to Foods class, I wondered if Ms. Ida would have any ideas about how to make the cake stand out from the other entries. Maybe we could put gold on the edge of the pages like those classics books in the library. That might look good. I took a seat at my assigned table and opened my Foods book to the cake section where it listed different types of decorations. Sugar sprinkles for baked goods came in every color under the sun. Maybe we could use those.
    “Earth to Zoe,” a male voice said.
    I blinked at Grant who was seated next to me at the table. “What? What’d I miss?”
    “I said hello, but you were too busy staring at your book to respond.”
    “Sorry, I was trying to figure something out. Delia and I are working on ideas for the bake sale auction.”
    “So you’re not just pining over me?”
    “Nope.” I shut my Foods book. “I hope that doesn’t hurt your fragile ego.”
    He sighed dramatically. “Somehow, I will manage to survive.”
    Before I could respond, Ms. Ida clapped her hands to gain the class’ attention. “Listen up, students. Today we are going to work on your cake decorating skills. I’ve placed a cake in each kitchen along with cake decorating supplies. Be sure to discuss with your partner what you’d like to do so that you are on the same page.”
    Curious, I headed back to our kitchen to see what we had to work with. Our cake was round. Our decorating supplies consisted of multi colored sprinkles¸ licorice, and a bowl of vanilla icing.
    “What are we supposed to do with this?” Grant asked.
    “Well it’s round, so we could make a face or some sort of ball.”
    “Why would you want a cake that looks like a ball?”
    “Have you never been to a little boy’s birthday party where the cake was made to look like a soccer ball or a football?”
    “No. The only cakes I’ve seen have had writing on them, as in ‘Happy birthday to whoever.’”
    “Once again, you’ve led a sad life.”
    “Once again, you’re wrong. As long as the cake tastes good, who cares if it’s decorated like a basketball?”
    “Parties are about having fun. Decorated cakes are more fun than ones with roses.” I picked up one of the Twizzlers and started peeling it apart. “We could make a baseball using these as the stitches.”
    Grant grabbed a Twizzler and followed my lead pulling the strands apart. “We could make a spider web cake.”
    “Or the licorice strings could be hair, like a Raggedy Ann doll.”
    Grant made a yuck face. “Who’d want to eat hair?”
    “Hair is out, but you’re good with eating a spider web?” I laughed.
    “Spider man is always in good taste.” He grabbed the bowl of frosting and stirred it with a spatula.
    I grabbed another piece of licorice and tore it apart. “You have Spiderman pajamas at home, don’t you?”
    “Yes. Footy pajamas.” He scooped up a dollop of icing and plopped it on the cake, then proceeded to smooth it out.
    “Sexy.” I laughed.
    “Let me guess,” he said. “You liked Disney princesses.”
    “Not that there is anything wrong with wanting to be a princess, but I was more of an Avengers Black Widow kick-butt-type-of-girl.”
    “Spiderman is way cooler than Iron Man and all his friends.”
    “Wrong.” Once he’d finished icing the cake, I laid the licorice out in a spider web pattern. “How’s that?”
    “We need a spider man symbol or at least a