There I stood, inside my tralier, just waiting for it to hit me: humiliation. Ever since I accidentally kissed Cody, everyone's been on my case about it. I mean, seriously. Me and Cody? Please, I'd rather have my brain pulled out than go out with him. We're not good friends, we're not good friends, we're not best friends, we're not friends for life, we're not even friends. We barely know each other. He's a low-life, peeking in high school skeeze. And what's worse of all: I think I like him.