“You can say that again.” Faith swallowed hard. “I need to make this right, though. The rumor is out, big-time. I’m hearing it from everyone.”
“That sucks, but why do you care what they think?” he asked. “Sounds to me like you dodged a bullet if your dick ex is talking trash about you like that. By the way—who’s the boyfriend?”
“Cameron Zimmerman.”
Kyle leaned away from her, unable to keep from reacting no matter how much he wanted to look unaffected. Cameron? She dated that d-bag? He and his idiot football buddies were the main reason Kyle had turned himself into the scariest guy at Suttonville. If a guy thought you might pull a switchblade on him, he stopped trying to shove you inside a locker. Bulking up and making the baseball team had helped, too, but still… “Damn.”
“So you know him.” Faith’s voice was flat.
“Um…yeah.”
“Then maybe my favor will make a little sense.” She took a deep breath and smoothed a few hairs back into the tight bun she wore. “See, I need to prove him wrong, but telling people won’t work. I have football players already texting and Snapchatting me the most vile things. I need to put him in his place in a way that will shut them all up. I need proof he’s wrong about me.”
Kyle couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face. Helping this girl get revenge on Cameron couldn’t be a bad thing, no matter what she suggested. He had an ax to grind with that prick himself, and Faith seemed like a good way to do it. “Tell me about this plan of yours.”
Chapter Eight
Faith
She couldn’t believe it—he was smiling at her. She didn’t think Kyle ever smiled—not that she’d heard of, anyway. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one with a beef against Cameron. How lucky could she get? She’d thought he’d laugh at her, brush her off as one of those popular girls not worth his time.
But she wasn’t that popular, and he definitely seemed to have time for a little revenge.
Hope—an angry, hard, shining thing—crashed around her chest. “Okay, so you have a…a…”
“Reputation?” Kyle said, his smile going to full-on grin. It was a little scary. “Like maybe I steal walkers from old ladies at the supermarket and use them to break church windows?”
Faith laughed—she couldn’t help it. She also couldn’t help staring at those blue, blue eyes of his. Goodness. “Yeah, something like that. But it’s more that I’ve heard you’ve been with lots of girls. Older girls, mostly.”
His grin faded. “Yeah, so?”
“Well, what if everyone thought we were hooking up? You and me?” God, he was going to start laughing at her any second. She was in too deep to stop now, though. “Everyone would totally know Cameron’s wrong. About me being frosty, if you know what I mean. If I’m dating a notorious bad boy, then they’ll think I’m having the hottest sex of my life and that I don’t give a damn about Cameron.”
“And why would they think you’re having the hottest sex of your life?” He sounded hesitant and amused. Not the best combination, but at least he wasn’t blowing her off.
“Because you’ll say so. You’ll drop that information into circulation and let it run its course.”
“So, you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend,” he said, scratching his head. “And start a rumor that we’re having scorching sex as often as possible?”
“Yes,” she said. “I know it’s a weird request, but he’s out telling everyone that I’m…I’m…”
“A sexual glacier. You’ve said that already,” Kyle said. “Are you? Or was it just Cameron?”
“No! I mean, yes. I mean…Jesus, why would you ask me that?”
His eyes were shining, totally teasing her. “It seems relevant.”
Oh God. No wonder he had college girls all over him—that playful little smirk would work on a nun. This was such a bad idea, but his smile made her brain misfire, so her mouth went on without its assistance. “I just…I don’t want to be with someone unless I love them, you know?”
Oh, why did I tell him that? Why? He’s going to die laughing.
But he didn’t. Instead, he shrugged, stowing the player and morphing back into the standoffish bad boy. “And you don’t love Cameron?”
What was with this guy and his questions? “I thought I did,” she said. “But I didn’t. And he didn’t love me. I don’t think he even cared about me that much.”
Kyle was quiet a moment, another one of those little smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth. She couldn’t get a good read on him, but a bead of sweat ran down his chest and she had to force her eyes to meet his. Even under all that dirt, he was hotter than a July afternoon. Was this a good idea? Kyle was dangerous. He was trouble.