Page 84 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

Colton sniffed, but Kyle nodded for me to continue.

“I figure there’s no way they can overlook the twin aspect,” I said, gesturing between the two of them.

“And the gorgeous aspect,” Colton inserted, turning to Kyle while my cheeks flamed. “She thinks we’re gorgeous. Just thought you should know.”

“Who doesn’t?” Kyle said.

“Exactly,” Colton said with a grin as he and Kyle bumped fists.

“But that’s only the start,” I said quickly. Ugh, they were so full of themselves—and undeniably gorgeous, I thought, cheeks heating again as their attention came back to me. “The main thing is the tug of war between two opposites, light and dark, two men vying over the same woman, not knowing that she is the one in control, the one with all the power.”

“Sounds awesome,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, the song is amazing, and the dance I choreographed relies on passion and emotion. We’ll have to get the feeling just right, but if we do, there’s no way they can say no.”

Kyle was smiling and so was I…right up until Colton decided to open his big mouth.

“And what happens if they do?” he said.

“What?” I asked, my face falling.

He looked at me then. “What happens if they say no again? Let’s be honest, Sadie. You don’t have the best track record with these people.”

“Colt, you are such an ass,” Kyle sighed.

“No, I’m a realist,” he said back. “I just want to know why you’re putting all your faith in them instead of yourself.” My brow scrunched as he pulled something out of his pocket. His copy of my list, I realized. From it, he read aloud, “Number 3 on Sadie’s Naughty List, and I quote, ‘Be featured onDancer’s Edge—or get a million views LOL whichever comes first.’”

With that, he lowered the paper, his gaze meeting mine.

“I figure we should try for the million views.”

I scoffed, couldn’t help it, but Colton didn’t seem to hear.

“All you have to do is post a video online and go viral,” he said. “Easy, right?”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Oh yeah, super easy. Great idea, Colton. Tell me the part about you being a realist again.”

“Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?”

“More than a hint,” I said. “Do you know how difficult it is to make a video go viral?”

“It can’t be that hard.”

I stared at him. Was he really that oblivious? “I’ve posted exactly five videos of my dances. Do you know how many followers I have?”

Colton shrugged. “I don’t know. 50?”

“Try four,” I said as he flinched. “Do you know how many views those videos have gotten?”

“Under a thousand,” he said.

“Um, under one hundred—” I waited a beat then added “—combined. Kyle back me up.”

Kyle was shaking his head. “She’s not lying, Colt. I’m one of the four followers.”

“Yes, and the others are my mom, dad, and Betty,” I said. “They’ve always been super supportive.”

Colton refolded the paper, put it back in his pocket, then said, “Well, it’s a start. And I bet if you tagged the videos, used the metadata or whatever-you-call-it, and let more people know about it, they would watch, and their friends would watch, and it would all take off from there.”

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