Picture this: you''re stuck in a raft on your weekend class trip with the cutest guy in school and a beauty pageant
winner. You''ve had a crush on him forever, and you''ve hated her (for semi-shallow reasons) just as long. Neither of them seems to notice you''re there (of course). But you know that somehow you''ve got to get his attention and
snag him from her clutches. And then you get this wild idea...
... "And that means," the cheerleaders practically gushed in unison, "that Ben is wide open for snag-ging!" They were too busy jumping up and down over their own potential chances to pay me any mind. Which was a good thing because my heart was doing serious somersaults in my chest. And I knew one
look at my burning face would have spilled the beans on my secret crush. Ben Donovan was free! I started to tingle from the roots of my auburn hair to the tips of my toes. But as I look around at the competition, their slim, perfect bodies slipping effortlessly into their size five cheerleading outfits, and then glanced down at my own chubby body, stuffed into my dumpy uniform, I had to ask: who am I kidding? In my wildest dreams, how could I possibly stand a chance with Ben against these girls?...