Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
Word Count: 61,000
Zoe has a great pair of legs, perky boobs, and wears practically nothing to show off her 'assets'. She works hard for the easy sleezy ‘you only wish you were her’ reputation, burying who she really is--an all out nerd.
Hiding under her comforter to read X-Men comics and sending jealousy stabs at everyone who attends Comic-Con is the only time Zoe gets to be herself. Keeping up her popular rep is too important, and she’s too damn insecure to care about the consequences. She dates guys who only want one thing and can be found drinking and necking at the club to drown out the nerdy voices in her head.
But when Zoe gets plastered one night, almost stumbling into her first sexual experience with a guy twice her age, she realizes just how much her fake identity could hurt not only her, but everyone she cares about--including her next door neighbor Zak.
Zak’s a geek to the core, shunned by everyone in school for playing Dungeons and Dragons at lunch and wearing ‘Use the Force’ t-shirts. But he knows Zoe--the real Zoe. She’s drawn to him, only feeling happy when she’s by his side. Only Zak doesn’t want fake Zoe. He wants nerdy Zoe.
She has to shove her insecurities and the fear of dropping a few rungs on the social ladder aside to prove to Zak who she really is and who she wants to be… if she can figure it out herself.
Rules of keeping up your popular rep:
Number one, the shorter the skirt, the better.
Number two, natural hair color is a thing of the past.
Number three, high heels are an extension of your foot. To go without them would be like losing a toe.
Number four, guys are disposable, and should never be used more than once or for an extended period of time.
And number five, never ever reveal you collect Star Wars memorabilia, you know every line to Lord of the Rings, and you actually know the birthdates of all the Harry Potter cast members.
Yeah. I’m a total closeted nerd.
I'm not cool with pity glares in the hallways, painful jabs, and permanent scars. No thanks. It's much easier to keep my true nature hidden beneath layers of eyeliner, skimpy outfits, and even I must admit to myself, a rockin’ body. Though the push up bras tend to do most of the work.
Welcome to high school. Where everyone tries to be someone else.
Well… everyone except Zak.
Zakary Gibbons is my next door neighbor. I blame him for my extreme nerdy behavior. He was the one to introduce me to the awesomeness of the Elvish Language, the hidden mysteries of World of Warcraft, and the magical world that lies beyond Platform 9 ¾. And for some strange reason, when we reached the age of fifteen, he didn’t understand that being accepted into the right cliques in high school was the most important thing.