The Prank List (The Dirt Diary)
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Rachel Lee never thought she'd fight for the right to clean toilets. But when a rival cleaning business starts stealing her mom's clients, Rachel will do whatever it takes to save herself the horror of moving to Connecticut―which would mean giving up her almost, sort of boyfriend, her fantastic new pastry classes, and her best friend Marisol.
Operation Save Mom's Cleaning Business is a go!
But when the series of pranks Rachel and her BFF cook up to take down the competition totally backfires, Rachel worries that her recipe for success is a dud. You know what they say―if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen...
"Holy friend onion rings! Fun from beginning to end."―Wendy Mass, bestselling author of 11 Birthdays and The Candymakers on The Dirt Diary
realize that Evan wouldn’t understand. He’s never been an outcast. He’s never had to deal with people laughing at him for doing and saying the wrong thing all the time. “I’d just rather not see him,” I say finally. Evan shrugs, and I can tell he’s trying to be understanding. Maybe I’m overreacting about the whole Whit thing, but before I can apologize, Evan says: “Do you want me to ride back to your house with you?” “Oh. Sure.” I guess that means our date is over. ••• When Evan and I get to
mad at me. “Okay, but why would he pull out of the Bake-Off? Does he hate me so much that he doesn’t even want to be around me anymore?” Marisol’s face goes pale. “Wait. He dropped out of the Bake-Off? Just him or the whole band?” “I…I don’t know.” “Because if we have no band, there won’t be any music! I don’t think I can find someone else in a week, and I don’t even have any sound equipment for us to play music on. Evan was going to bring amps and stuff. The flyers all say ‘live music’ on
baskets and half drown in a swampy lake. Thankfully, those days are over. Now Mom drops me off at Marisol’s house on her way to her office job so she doesn’t have to worry about me spending the whole day by myself. When I get to Marisol’s, her mom lets me in and then promptly goes back to her laptop. She’s a freelance writer, which means she spends most of the day in sweatpants, furiously typing away. It drives Marisol nuts that her mom is always home because she gets almost no privacy. I have
matter who was watching. “Anyway,” he adds. “Have fun. I’ll—I’ll miss you.” My face goes hot. “I’ll miss you too,” I whisper. And then I feel it. Evan’s face inching toward mine. The scent of peppermint on his breath and the heat off of his skin getting closer and closer. My mind goes blank for a second. I can’t believe it. My first kiss is really going to happen…in front of my mom! Just as Evan’s lips are about to brush mine, I jerk my head sideways. All Evan’s mouth finds is my ear. Holy
my batch of caramel squares has turned into a pan of goo on one side and crunchy crystals on the other. Chef Ryan marches over to check out my sugar-tastrophe and sighs. Then he takes the spatula from me. “Watch,” he says, separating the squares like he’s done it a million times. “See? It’s like cutting a sushi roll.” Since I don’t want to get even more on his bad side, I stop myself from pointing out that I’m half Korean, not Japanese. Instead, I nod and give it another try. “I don’t care if