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The facts whirled around my head. King meant nothing to her in any kind of romantic or sexual way. June was single. The spot was open.
So, someone…potentiallyme,could be her boyfriend.
My pulse raced as I started pacing, hitting a locker every time I came close, thinking it over. A boyfriend would mean—what would that mean?
With Paisley, it meant exhausting conversations about how I wasn’t allowed to go to certain frat parties because her friend was kicked out for throwing up in their hot tub.
Being June’s boyfriend meant…
Seeing her in the stands for my hockey games. Supporting her during the bar exam. Road trips, fairgrounds, hickeys she’d have to hide, and getting closer to June’s family than Xavier ever was. It meant…kissing June.
My heart kicked around in my chest.
June was single.Iwas single. We could go on dates. Spend time together butdifferentspend time together than how we already did. Deeper stuff. More important stuff.
She wasn’t dating King at all, he was in love with somebody else, he didn’t fucking matter, I’d spent sleepless nights over it fornothing.
“June’s single,” I repeated, dumbfounded. “I’msingle.”
Determination took hold. If I could hit sixty-eight points on defense during a season, fuck yeah, I could become June’s boyfriend.
CHAPTER 41
JUNE
GETTING RID OF THE WEEDS
Okay—itwas bad that I told Bear. Of all the people I’d been worried about spilling the secret,myselfwas the last person on the list. How was I supposed to explain? I sat on the bed in my hotel room, hesitating for only a few seconds before putting the video call through.
Bear flashed across my screen, a crooked smile on his lips. “Hey, killer.”
His words prickled me with goosebumps. That was the same voice he had when he woke up. Husky and thick with sleep. Did he get up from a nap?
“Hi.” I cleared my throat. “I’m sure you have questions about the NDA.”
“I already signed it.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. So you and King have been doing this pretend relationship thing for a while?”
“I—yeah. You do realize what you signed…?”
“Uh-huh. Anyway?—”
I was taken aback. “Did you even read it?”
“I skimmed it.”
“What does ‘skimmed it’ mean?”
“It means I wrote my signature at the bottom and you can sue me for a lot of money if I talk. So, the pretend relationship…?”
I gave him one last incredulous look before I started. “So, I’d been dating Xavier since high school, but we had this idea that a fake relationship would gainmajorpoints for popularity—which, of course, is so important,” I said sarcastically. “I actually asked another friend to do it but Cleo came up with King. He was…so quiet and didn’t fit in with the other guys. He didn’t even speak to me for the first month. I thought he didn’t like me.”
“Why wouldn’t he like you?”
“Um, the airhead obsessed with popularity part.” I snorted. “It’s so embarrassing. I was trying to impress people I didn’t even like.”
