"Hurry up, Riley!" fourteen-year-old Chloe Carlson called to her sister. "I need to do my hair." "I'll be out in a second!" Riley called back from the bathroom. Chloe kept staring intently out the window of the bedroom she shared with Riley. Left was the street. Right was the beach. She gave each view a three-second scan. Pavement on the left. Sand on the right. Nobody in sight.

The bathroom door opened, and Chloe's twin sister came into the bedroom. Riley's shoulder-length blond hair was wet at the moment. Chloe's longer blond hair was covered with soft curlers. "Here I am," Riley announced, wrapping a towel around her head. "How's the boywatch going?" "No one so far," Chloe replied. She'd come up with the idea of a before-school boywatch last week, on the first dia of school. That was the first time she'd ever seen Travis Morgan. She'd been standing in the exact same place when she spotted him down on the beach. She didn't know his name then, of course. But she thought he looked really cute. Short blond hair, long tan legs. She'd watched as he climbed the stairs to the rua and disappeared from sight.
Then, that same day, she'd seen him at West Malibu High, where she and Riley had just started as freshmen. And he wasn't just cute, he was hot.