Prom Queen, The (Life at Kingston High Book #3) Read Online Free Page B

cautiously, “it wouldn’t hurt you to start thinking more positively.”
    Chelsea laughed and Janelle just rolled her eyes.
    By the end of their meeting, Janelle had agreed to handle Megan’s Facebook campaign, and Chelsea planned to help with posters.
    “Since Lishia’s not here, we’ll assign her buttons,” Megan said.
    “We’ll need to get some really good photos of you,” Chelsea told her.
    Megan frowned. “I’m not that photogenic.”
    “What happened to your positive thinking?” Janelle teased.
    “Right.” Megan nodded. “I am going to become very photogenic.”
    “We can help you with that,” Chelsea offered.
    “Oh, yeah,” Megan said, “I heard how you made Janelle look so hot on that youth group retreat last fall.” Shepointed at Janelle. “So why don’t you look like that all the time?”
    Janelle made a face. “Because I happen to be perfectly fine with my appearance, thank you very much. I know that beauty is only skin deep. And I’d rather improve my mind than obsess over my outward looks.”
    Megan controlled herself from sniping back. Reminding herself of one of her slogans— a prom queen is gracious and kind to everyone —she simply smiled and nodded. “That’s very admirable.”
    Janelle laughed. “There she goes again, putting on her prom queen act.”
    “Being polite doesn’t have to be an act,” Megan replied. “Maybe I just want to become a nicer person. Is there anything wrong with that?”
    “Not if it’s genuine,” Janelle told her.
    “Anyway, back to the photos,” Megan said to Chelsea. “Do you think you can help me with that? Maybe a little makeover?”
    Chelsea nodded. “Sure, it’d be fun. But we don’t want to go too far with it. The whole point that Janelle and I were trying to make at the retreat is that everyone is too focused on looks. And there’s no way I want to turn you into a jerk magnet.”
    “Huh?” Megan frowned. “A jerk magnet?”
    Janelle giggled. “No chance of that, Chelsea. Short of the kind of costume I was wearing, Megan doesn’t have what it takes to become a jerk magnet.”
    “What is a jerk magnet?” Megan asked.
    Chelsea and Janelle took turns explaining how some girlshave a certain look—a look that magically attracts guys who are only interested in one thing.
    “You know the kind of girl, really pretty with all the right kinds of curves and a mane of long, blonde hair,” Janelle told her. “A guy takes one look at her and assumes she’s auditioning to be his personal playmate.”
    Megan nodded. “Well, that’s definitely not the look I’m going for, so don’t worry.” She pointed to Chelsea. “To be honest, the first time I met you last fall . . . well, I kind of thought you were one of those girls. But I know now I was wrong. Besides, you’ve kind of toned it down.”
    “Thanks.” Chelsea dropped her spoon into her empty sundae cup. “I had to learn that the hard way. Kate—that’s my stepmom—she kind of helped me with a makeover that went a little too far. Trust me, I’m glad not to look like that anymore. Besides it being too time consuming, it’s a relief to not feel like a jerk magnet.”
    “Nicholas Prague seems to appreciate it.” Megan knew that Chelsea and Nicholas were “almost” going together.
    Chelsea grinned. “For sure. Did you know that he was totally put off by the way I looked before?”
    Megan shook her head. “That’s hard to believe.”
    “Speaking of guys, have you considered your date for prom?” Janelle asked.
    Megan shrugged. “Not exactly.”
    “Well, I hope it’s on your list,” Janelle teased. “It’d probably be embarrassing to be a dateless prom queen.”
    “How about you?” Megan decided to defer this. “Who will you go to prom with—I mean, if you go?”
    Now Janelle looked uneasy.
    “Chase will probably ask her,” Chelsea said. “Hey, maybe we could double-date with you guys.”
    “Good idea,” Janelle said with enthusiasm. “Tell