The cogs and the gears behind Wynezra’s gaze were clicking into place. Rotating slowly to life.

“And you know how to talk to Imogen,” I continued, leaving a super-obvious trail of bread crumbs to my point. “And prom is just around the corner. So…”

Wynonna stared at me.

“Whaddaya say, Wynonna Jones? Are you down to clown?”

Wynezra’s mouth slithered into a great big devious smile. “I’ve been known to dabble in a little tomfoolery.”

FIVE

THE PLAN WAS SIMPLE: Wynonna would help me get a date to prom with Imogen, and I would do the same for her and Holden. We would use this body-swapping curse to our advantage. When life gives you lemons, right?

Was it an act of blatant dishonesty toward our best friends? Yeah, sort of.

Could we live with that dishonesty on our consciences? Definitely.

There were so many flaws in the plan, however, it hardly functioned as a plan at all. For starters, if by some miracle we pulled this off, there was no guarantee that I would be me and Wynonna would be Wynonna when prom night arrived. For all we knew, we could get stuck going to prom with our best friends! And that was if we pulled this off. Which was unlikely. Especially with the first major disclaimer that came out of Wynezra’s mouth.

“I’ll help you all I can,” she said. “But I should warn you, Imogen already has a crush on someone.”

I had suspected as much. A girl like Imogen didn’t just not have a crush on anyone.

I took in a deep breath. Exhaled. Nodded.

“Okay,” I said, rather acceptingly. “Who is it?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“What? You have to tell me!”

“Psh! No, I don’t. I have to get you a date with Imogen to prom. And I will. At least, I’ll do everything in my power to do that. And I’ll tell you anything else you need to know. But I literally cannot tell you that. Imogen swore me to secrecy. She made me swear on my mom’s—”

Her words came to a dangerous halt.

“Anyway,” she said, “I can’t tell you.”

“Okay, well…” I said, “does she have a chance with him?”

“What makes you think it’s a him?”

My jaw dropped. “Is it a girl?”

Wynezra pursed her lips. She was clearly having a moral dilemma, deliberating whether or not to impart even the slightest hint of information.

“The person Imogen has a crush on… is a guy,” said Wynezra. “And no, nothing’s ever going to happen between them. So you can stop worrying about it.”

I let out a deep breath. Okay. Maybe this thing was doable after all.

“And, Ezra?” she said.

I glanced up from the infinitesimal hole in space I was drilling into with my mind.