Page 56 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“It’s okay,” I cut in. He didn’t need to apologize again. “Honestly? Besides wishing Principal Wexler would’ve been in on the prank, I wouldn’t change last night for anything.”

Kyle glanced at me. “Well, I would. I wouldn’t have left a signed note, pointing the finger at myself. That’s just crazy.”

Colton grinned at that. “No, that’s something only Sadie would do.”

“Agreed,” Kyle laughed.

Officer Hilliard was silent during the drive, but every now and then he would adjust the rearview mirror. He couldn’t seem to stop glancing at the brothers and shaking his head.

“There something on your mind, Hilliard?” Colton asked.

“I just can’t believe there are two of you,” the officer said. “I may have to start pulling double shifts. How do people even tell the difference?”

“I’m the good-looking one,” Kyle said with a smile.

“And I’m the better-looking one,” Colton said.

Officer Hilliard scoffed, used the mirror again to look from one brother to the other. After a moment, he clucked his tongue.

“Twins,” he said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You look the same to me.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Kyle said. “Hardly no one can tell us apart.”

“Yeah,” Colton said. “That’s why they call it identical.”

Officer Hilliard addressed me next. “What do you think, Miss Day?”

I shrugged. “I don’t have trouble telling them apart.”

What I thought was this: Kyle and Colton, though twins, couldn’t be more different if they tried. It was nothing specific, just an expression here or there, a way of moving, talking, personality. Without his piercings, Colton and Kyle really were identical, but even when we were kids, I’d always been able to tell the difference. Always.

Turns out cleaning up after a prank wasn’t nearly as exciting as the prank itself.

It took us 45 minutes to de-TP the principal’s yard. It would’ve been less, but Kyle and Colton thought it’d be fun to have a snowball fight with the toilet paper. Boys. Ugh. Thank goodness, Principal Wexler was so cool about the whole thing. He’d watched as we cleaned, talking with Officer Hilliard the whole time, and when I apologized, he said in his Southern drawl, “No harm done, Sadie. You’re a good girl, always have been. Me and my wife had a good laugh about that letter of yours.”

I was never going to live that one down.

And as far as the “good girl” part went?

Well, I was working on it.

Iwas currently at Corner Street Ballroom, sitting in one of the foldout chairs, taking a break from my practice with Tim. My old dance partner was just as excited about performing tonight as I was. We’d needed the practice, but after an hour, our routine was looking good.

I took a sip of water and opened my Carpe Diem List, took out a pen to do what was becoming one of my favorite things.

Marking off the items on my list.

6) See the inside of a police car.

Been there done that. I couldn’t remember why I’d even added it in the first place. Moving farther down, I went ahead and marked off another.

21) Learn how to make pancakes.

I closed my eyes, remembering how awesome it had been making pancakes with the guys, how unexpected it was to see Colton on my doorstep. At the time, I’d thought it was incredibly thoughtful—until I remembered it was for a bet. Still…Colton really was a great coach, I thought, skimming my list again. It was the end of the first week, and we’d already done almost half the items. Just like he’d said in the library.

Before our kiss.

Which was for the bet.

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