The Boyfriend App
Katie Sise
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0062195271
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
For fans of smart romantic comedies, this is a clever Cinderella story with a tech twist.
When Public Corporation, a giant tech company, announces a contest for the best app developed by a high school student—with $200,000 in prize money—computer whiz Audrey McCarthy is all in. Audrey's been searching for her one ticket out of town ever since her dad died and her best friend, perfect and popular Blake Dawkins, turned into her worst nightmare—and this scholarship may be it.
Audrey comes up with an idea so simple, yet so brilliant, she can't believe it hasn't been done before: the Boyfriend App. With a simple touch of the screen, romance blooms among the unlikeliest couples at school—and people start to take notice. But it's not quite enough.
To beat out the competition, Audrey will have to dig deeper—right into a scandal that would rock Public to its core. Launched into unexpected fame and passionately kissed by the hottest guys in school, Audrey finds that her invention has thrown her life into complete chaos . . . but can it bring her true love?
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caught my glance as Lindsay and Nigit went on about their meditation practices. I gave him a small shrug and tried to look nonchalant, but I was breathless. The pool of guys with the app was so small I knew it was a fluke—but I still couldn’t help but freak out a little that the Boyfriend App was working. “Last night while I was meditating, I couldn’t get Prada’s extra-mini miniskirt out of my head,” Lindsay was saying as she cracked open the top to her Dr Pepper. Nigit nodded sagely. “My
Nigit in pulsing white light and made him look even more awesome. Nigit dance-jumped toward Blake and her cronies like he was doing a special performance just for them. He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair and then slammed it back to his side. “So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller.” He kicked his legs, twirled in a circle, and ended the move by grabbing his crotch, thrusting it forward, and scream-singing, “Ow!” A little girl in a neighboring lane started clapping.
and entered Pothead Cliché World, where Kevin Jacobsen played Hacky Sack with his red-eyed friend Greg, who permanently kept Visine in business. Nerves pricked my skin. As long as Kevin Jacobsen had enough brain cells left to activate the dopamine reward pathway, he was the perfect target. He hadn’t realized I was alive during the four years we’d gone to school together. If the BFA piqued his love interest, I’d know it was for real. Well, for real in that it could create a false emotional
ours. Nigit, his dad, Aidan, and Mindy climbed out. Aidan shook his head in awe as he took in the building. Nigit went to Lindsay’s side. “Can you believe how sick this is?” he asked her. “Totes sick,” she said, nuzzling against him. My mother’s neon-orange fanny pack matched the PUBLIC letters arching over the entrance. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said, gazing into the sloping levels of office space. Chrome desks lined the interior. A glass elevator brought busy-looking people up
level. The elevator doors closed. Tag wouldn’t look at me. The elevator moved quickly and soundlessly. The glass windows made it feel like flying into the sky on one of those amusement-park rides that rockets up, only to free-fall you back down to the earth until you want to throw up. We soared above the redwoods. I took in the desks and Public employees at their computers as we shot past them. The Santa Cruz Mountains were blue and hazy in the distance, and a memory struck me: I saw my dad’s
