Riley answers before I can. “Of course she doesn’t. She would never like a guy who’s all hot and cold.”

I sigh and lean back against the steps, tossing the ball between my hands.

“To be honest, I do still like him. I just wish he’d man up and tell me if he liked me.”

“Good luck, amiga,” Tyler says. “In my experience, boys are horrible at expressing their feelings—gay or straight.”

Riley nods gravely.

“If you want him, you’re probably going to have to go for him yourself.”

“I dunno,” I say. “Do you think he’s worth it?”

“If he’s into you,” Tyler says, “yeah. He’s kind of the whole package.”

“If he’s not playing you like a jerk.”

“There’s really only one way to find out,” Tyler continues.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“You ask him to the dance.”

The dance. I’d done my best to forget—dances and I never got along. The last time I went to a dance was in middle school, for homecoming, and it was only fun because the girls I went with decided to bail early. We spent most of the night eating ice cream and watching stupid horror movies. In our dresses, of course.

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be asking me?” I ask.

“Times change,” Tyler replies. “I already asked Kevin.” He grins wide. “He said yes, by the way.”

Riley squeals “Cute!” and gives him a hug. “You two are adorable. I hope you get married and have adorable circus babies.”

Tyler just laughs and tries to push her off him.

“Calm down, crazy lady,” he says between gasps of laughter. “Remember, it’s Brannifer we’re focusing on now!”

“Right,” Riley says. She lets go, and they both turn to me. “So.”

“So?”

“How do we get Megan out of the picture and you into his muscular arms?” Riley can’t even finish her own sentence without giggling.

I toss the ball at her gently, and she catches it before it reaches her face.

“I hate you both,” I say. As expected, this just makes them giggle even harder.

•  •  •

Riley and I chat for a good two hours after sign-in. We’re supposed to be asleep, but it’s hard to close your eyes when your best friend won’t stop talking about circus boys being the best and how our partner act is going to blow everyone in the audience away. She’s convinced I’ll be able to do all the advanced tricks with only three days of practice. I’m not so sure.

“Trust me,” she says, turning out the light, “by the time our act is done, Branden will be head over heels in love with you.”

I don’t think I believe her. No offense to Riley, but I’m still not exactly . . . well, proud to be a juggler. I’m in the act because I failed at something else. How am I supposed to be excited? Or feel like I’m showing off? The one thing I wanted to do more than anything else was a bust. And I have a funny feeling that no matter how good the partner act is, it won’t be good enough to impress Branden. He’s already seen me at my worst.

“Isn’t that a little weird?” I ask. “I mean, trying to impress him like that? Shouldn’t you be telling me that he’ll like me no matter what?”

“Meh,” Riley says. “Showing off is natural. The animal kingdom does it all the time. And who are we, if not glorified, awkward animals?”

I don’t try to argue the point. I pull the covers up around me and close my eyes. In less than twelve hours I’ve frozen on a trapeze, discovered my true friends, and realized the guy I like may or may not be interested in someone else. I can only hope that the rest of the camp is a little less chaotic. But, given the circumstances, I have a feeling that my life under the big top is just going to get a heck of a lot stranger.

Chapter

Twelve

I’m not usually a morning person, and I’m definitely not the type of girl who wakes up before her alarm with a smile on her face. But for some reason, when the alarm goes off and my dreams slide from memory, it feels like I’m being given a fresh start. It’s my second full day of camp, and today there are no scary auditions, no awkward getting-to-know-you games. I have a friend group and an act in the works. I also have a boy’s heart to win. I take a deep breath and roll over in bed, looking to Riley, who’s managing to sleep through her phone’s alarm ringtone. All that’s sticking out of the tangled covers is her hair. I toss my pillow at her and grin when she jumps and mumbles herself awake.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” I call out.

She mumbles again and looks over at me.

“You’re cruel,” she says, her voice muffled from under the covers.

“Just repaying the kindness,” I say. “Can’t have my amazing juggling partner sleeping through breakfast.” I throw my last pillow at her. She snatches it from the air with catlike reflexes.

“This is war,” she mutters, covering her head with the pillow.

“Then all is fair,” I say, and hop off the bed to head to the shower.

•  •  •

We spot Tyler and Kevin at breakfast and sit down across from them. I don’t miss the quick motion when we approach—they were holding hands and quickly let go to eat their scrambled eggs. I catch Riley’s eye and grin. Those two are already so cute together, it’s almost not fair.

“Morning, ladies,” Tyler says when we set our trays down.

“Morning, beautiful,” Riley says to Kevin. She smiles when she sits. “Oh, and hello, Tyler.”

Tyler laughs and rolls his eyes. “Charming as ever.”

“What’s the agenda for today?” I ask. I’ve already read the schedule, but who knows: They might have announced something new before we got to the cafeteria.

“The usual,” Tyler replies. “Group warm-up, then practice, practice, practice.”

“Any clue what we’re doing tonight?” Riley asks.

“Talent show,” Kevin says. He points to a sign on the wall. “Sign-ups are over there. Not mandatory, of course, but ‘highly recommended.’ ”

“Great,” I mutter. One more chance to show everyone just how little talent I actually have. If only I had some skill I could whip out and impress Branden with. Anything to make me a little more flashy than his contortionist crush.

Almost out of habit, I glance over to where Branden’s sitting. Then I’m reminded why I shouldn’t have bothered looking; he’s sitting right next to Megan, her sisters on the other side. One of the ­sisters—I think it’s Sara—notices my glance and gives me what actually looks like a weary gaze, like she’s empathizing with my abject hatred at seeing Megan and Branden together. Which is stupid, because she’s Megan’s sister, so obviously Sara’s on her side.

“She’ll never give up, will she?” Riley asks, noticing my gaze.

“Doubtful,” I say. “She’s going in for the kill.”

“That’s okay,” she says, nudging me. “Because neither will you. True love will win out!”

I tear my gaze away from Branden and look back to her. “True love?”

She smiles and shrugs. “Dream big.”

“You should do something for the show,” Tyler says. “You know, show her up.”

I laugh. “Like what? I can’t even do the splits.”

“Group act,” Tyler says. He looks to Riley. “I’m sure we can think of something impressive by tonight.”

She mimes putting on a hat. “Thinking caps on, Watson.”

“Sherlock never said that,” Kevin says.

“I’m an artist. I’m allowed to improvise.”

•  •  •

Riley and I team up for the morning warm-up because, apparently, the way to winning Branden’s heart is now to play hard to get. When he steps into the gym with Megan attached to his arm like a leech, however, my heart sinks. Maybe playing hard to get is doing her a favor. Clearly, she’s not using the same tactic, and her direct approach is definitely doing more than any of my coyness ever could.