IT'S ANOTHER FREEZING morning in the backseat of Jasper's car. The heat is turned all the way up, but the only thing his car spits out is cold air. My hands are tucked under my thighs to keep them warm, and my jacket is pulled up past my lips so that my breath warms my neck and chest. Jasper is quietly maneuvering his way around traffic with his gloved hands tight on the steering wheel. Lenny bops his head along to the heavy drumbeat of the mix tape he brought along to play in the car. Again, nobody is up to talking since sleep still sits heavily in our systems. However, it seems every other stoplight, Lenny and Jasper will make eye contact and share silent smiles. Then Lenny will swallow down laughter and the moment is gone.

I let out a loud breath and tuck myself into a tighter ball, allowing my head to swivel over and my eyes to follow the many cars that hurry past Jasper's at above-speed-limit speeds. Again, out of the corner of my eye I see Lenny and Jasper share matching grins. I'm too tired for games but am quickly getting annoyed. I wonder if they're giggling about something I've done, if there's a hole in the crotch of my pants or even something on my face. Choosing to ignore them for the remainder of the drive proves to be difficult.

Once parked and minutes from being late, I open the door swiftly and start a quick stride across the parking lot. Jasper's and Lenny's voices follow me, giggles and hushed whispers about things they refuse to include me in. It's early and they're acting ridiculous and I don't have time for it, so I enter the school alone and make my way to class.

Jasper and Lenny hung out yesterday, and now they seem to have some inside joke I don't understand. Their secretiveness is making me irritable, especially since I have a feeling it's about me. Some part of me has a feeling it's about the No Peeking Rule. It's the same part of me that's making me blush every time the thought crosses my mind.

Jasper has an unusual way of making me flustered today. It's a new, impish side to him that's making me irritated. It's as if he's doing this stuff to get a reaction from me.

Sometimes you need to confide in another girl. So I decided to confide in Allison. She's one of my closest girlfriends—or rather, one of my only girlfriends. She's smart, quick-tongued, and most often mysterious. She can keep a secret, and that's why I chose to keep her close.

Allison stares at me blankly from her desk. "He . . . peeked?" she asks with narrowed eyes after I relate to her what happened this weekend with Jasper.

I nod. "That's totally weird, right? It's not just me overreacting?"

The bell rings for class to start, and the students around us take their seats. The chime barely makes an impression on us and we lean in closer, lowering our voices so that we can still talk somewhat undetected during attendance.

"Uh, yeah," she states easily, and then shakes her head. "June, this whole thing just doesn't feel right. . . ."

I wave her off. "I know, I know—"

"And that should have definitely been a red flag. . . ."

"Yep."

"So, tell me again, why you're still going through with Kiss Cam?" Her brows are furrowed together and confused, and there's something else twinkling in her eye that I just can't place.

Our history teacher calls out my name and I raise my hand absently while my body leans in closer to Allison, trying to decide how to justify myself.

The whole No Peeking Rule episode between Jasper and me has been bugging me even after he apologized. I needed to talk to someone who wasn't Lenny and wasn't my parents. There was something about the way he worded it. How he wouldn't go "bragging" about seeing me in my underwear—as if he liked the view. I admit that looking back on the moment makes me uncomfortable. Especially since he's my best friend and especially because of the Kiss Cam. To me it's beginning to feel as though one wrong turn and Jasper and I could end up together. It scares me because I don't want to ultimately end up losing him.

"I guess I'm just banking on my decision to say 'stop,'" I admit. "We're not far enough in yet. We've just started, and VlogIt is excited." I pause. "And, I don't know . . . I kind of like kissing him?"

Allison searches my face for a moment, and it looks as though she's gearing up to say something, but then she bites her lip and stops. Instead, she reaches into her backpack and begins pulling out her history stuff. I wait, but the only thing she says is "here" when her name is called for attendance.

"Allison?" I whisper.

She glances at me and frowns. After a few pensive taps of her pencil, she turns back toward me. "Promise me something," she orders quietly.

I blink a couple of times, puzzled. "Okay?"

"Try to remember what it was like a couple years ago when things start getting too real with him."

Then she turns her attention to our teacher, and I'm left to sink back in my seat to think about everything that could go wrong. I hate it so much I think about all the good things that came out of VlogIt instead, and forget about the promise.

By the end of the day I'm tired of riddles and secretive giggles. With Jasper and Lenny running about with jokes only they understand, I feel really out of the loop. Not to mention, Allison is either playing mother hen or is keeping something from me, too. Either way, I feel a little run-down by the end of the school day.

Back in our neighborhood, we all fall in through Jasper's front door, Lenny tackling me while Jasper runs into the kitchen to grab after-school snacks, like my Pop-Tarts, Lenny's favorite potato chips, and a couple cans of Dr Pepper and Hawaiian Punch.

I push Lenny off me, cursing at him while he laughs and yanks at me again as we enter the living room.

"Would you stop," I groan. "What is wrong with you two today? You both are acting bizarre. What's taking Jasper so long?"

I barely finish my sentence when there's a loud clattering in the kitchen followed by a giant thud. Everything becomes silent: no cursing from Jasper, nothing indicating that whatever fell was getting picked up, just the sound of a rolling pop can. Lenny and I glance at each other, wide-eyed, and hurry in to see what happened.

Rounding the corner, we find Jasper out cold on the floor and our snacks strewn around the kitchen.

"Oh my God," I gasp, dodging miscellaneous snacks as I jump across the room to crouch beside Jasper.

"What happened?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I ask irritably, trembling a little as I try to shake Jasper awake.

"Did he faint?"

I glare at him from across the room. "Don't just stand there, Lenny!"

"Well, is he breathing?" he asks, bouncing across the room to kneel down beside me.

I place my finger under his nose and watch his chest. Nothing. My eyes widen in panic, and I frantically grab for his wrist.

Somewhat relieved, but still shaking in panic, I announce, "He's still got a pulse."

"You're the only one who knows anything about CPR, June," Lenny reminds me urgently.

"Then call 911! God, Lenny!" I practically scream as I tip his chin up.

Swallowing nervously, I pinch his nose closed and steady his head.

"I haven't done this in real life before. . . ."

"June!"

With my heart pounding hard in my chest, I squeeze my eyes shut and seal my lips over Jasper's for the first rescue breath. Except things don't go how I remember from Red Cross CPR training, because a dummy doesn't suddenly grab the back of your head and stick their tongue in your mouth. My hands slip on the kitchen floor, and I fall on top of Jasper, who is clearly perfectly conscious.

Next thing I know, Lenny's throaty, boisterous laugh is filling the kitchen, Jasper is holding me in place while delivering fierce kisses, and I'm frozen in place with glowing red cheeks.

It takes me a moment to realize what's going on—too long, because just as quickly as it began, Jasper is releasing his grip on me.

I fly off him and he sits up, red in the face and grinning slyly. He quickly turns to face the spice shelf behind me.

"Kiss Cam!" Jasper yells, and a giggle-ridden Lenny sprints across the room to take the camera off the shelf and point it directly at me.

"I hate you guys!" I screech, and surge at him. All this time they had me thinking that something was wrong—but no, they had been planning the first Kiss Cam. They had been slinking around all day, sneaking glances at me, sharing matching smiles, and getting me all wound up for a Kiss Cam!

I slap every part of Lenny I can reach that he's not shielding with the camera. "We got you so good!" he mumbles through a fit of laughter.

Then I turn to Jasper, who is curled up in a ball on the floor, laughing his lungs out, and shove him.

I scoot back and stand up. "That was the worst! I seriously thought you would die on me, Jas! You guys, I feel so sick right now. Oh my God," I ramble, my hands shaking more furiously than before. I feel like I can barely speak, but I'm laughing, too. Laughing because I'm embarrassed and that was so ridiculous. "Who's idea was this?"

Jasper coughs and stands. "Now," he muses, "I believe the username was ChloeAnne."

I wipe Jasper's spit off my lips with the back of my hand. "What was the request?"

"Reenact the lifeguard scene from The Sandlot."

"Worst," I tell him seriously, inwardly noting that it was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.

Lenny shakes his head enthusiastically and lowers the camera. "Best."

Jasper strides across the room and I take a step back. "Hey," he says in an unnecessary whisper, and I send him a dirty look while he tries to stop laughing. "Hey," he says again, louder. He sighs and reaches for my face. I pull away.

"You have a little spit right there." He points to the corner of my lips and I wipe it away quickly, still scowling at him.

"I hate you two," I repeat. The adrenaline and embarrassment has faded so that my nervous laughter has completely disappeared. "Seriously, that wasn't funny."

Lenny glances between the two of us, trying to decide if I'm really mad.

"So, guess what," I decide in a high voice. "I get to plan the next Kiss Cam. You'll see exactly how unfair this feels."

Lenny's eyebrows rise up his forehead. "Are you kidding?"

I turn to him. "Oh, c'mon. I need you," I say sensibly.

There's no way I could pull off what Jasper did without Lenny. I'm mad at Lenny, don't get me wrong, but I can tell by the goofy grin on Jasper's face and the panic on Lenny's that this was Jasper's idea. And he's the one who should pay.

I turn to Jasper. "But you, on the other hand. You are in for some serious payback."

Jasper lifts his chin and narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "Fine, do what you want. But I dare you to top that."

"Fine," I say.

"Fine," he repeats.

We look at each other for a moment, and slow smiles start creeping up our cheeks. The kind of smiles that bring a challenge.

Two can play at that game.

Lenny looks between us excitedly; I can see his head swivel in my peripheral vision.

I have a little something in mind, something a certain viewer in particular would be incredibly excited to see unfold.