Out of league!

Maddie took the phone away from her.

"Nope. You're not allowed to cancel. I'm not letting you talk yourself out of this opportunity for a practice, no-stress date that just landed in your lap."

Stella sighed and opened her car door.

The thing is, Mad . . . this guy is out of my league, okay? He's hot, he's funny, he's flirty, and he's a doctor. I'm your standard short brown girl with big boobs and hips who can barely look him in the eye without looking away. I don't even have the right clothes to wear on a date like this—this is how far out of my league this is!"

The problem with trying to talk about this with Maddie was that the words "out of my league" had never applied to Maddie. She was at least six inches taller than Stella, with a body like a Barbie doll, light brown skin that always seemed to glow, and hair that looked perfect no matter if she left it curly or blow-dried it straight. Stella, on the other hand, was short, what people who liked her called "curvy," and had more than once turned down social invitations because she didn't have the energy to deal with her hair.