Runaway

From Runaway: An Airhead Novel "Em?" Brandon thumped on my door again. "What?" I said, more sharply than I meant to. I had a headache that I really wasn't faking. "I think I found a cure for what you have," Brandon said, through the door. I looked up in surprise at this. Because there is no cure for what I have, since what I have is one hundred percent fake. "Really?" I said. "What is it?" "It's called you better get out here," Brandon said, in a different tone of voice, "or you'll be sorry." Oh. Right. I forgot. Because the tabloids have got it wrong. I'm not on a secret love getaway. I may not exactly be behind bars. I'm not sporting shackles or handcuffs. There aren't even men in black suits standing on either side of me, speaking into little mini-microphones in their sleeves. But I'm Brandon Stark's prisoner, just the same. Excerpted from Runaway by Meg Cabot All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.