Which, of course, only made me flush harder.
“I’m fine, I just ran into Cameron.”
“Oooh.” Her eyes danced with excitement. “And...”
“And what?” I frowned.
“And what did the two of you talk about?”
“Nothing important.” I shrugged, guilt washing over me.
She gave me a strange look. “You’re hiding something, Hailee Raine.” Flick leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “Did you drag him off to the bathroom and kiss him again?”
Something like that. “Seriously?” I schooled my expression. “We’re at Coach Hasson’s home surrounded by the whole team, not to mention their families.” Although now I came to think about it, I hadn’t seen Cameron with his parents. I’d heard Jason say they never came around to his games anymore, since his mom had his little brother a few years ago.
“Yeah, I guess that could be awkward if Jason or your mom walked in.” She smothered a snicker. “But you’re going to have to
get used to being around each other if you’re doing the Seniors Night project, right?”
Right.
I silently groaned, wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake agreeing to this project.
“I know that look.” Flick guided us back outside to the huge yard.
“What look?” I humored her.
“You’re falling for him.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” A strangled laugh escaped my lips, but I wasn’t laughing on the inside. Because she couldn’t be right.
I couldn’t actually be falling for Cameron Chase.
Could I?
Cameron
“You have a visitor,” Asher whispered as we jogged onto the field. My eyes followed his finger only to find Hailee sitting alone in the bleachers.
“She must be making a start on her art project.”
“Art project, right,” he drawled. “Is that what we’re calling it? Because if the project includes getting up close and personal with her like I saw the two of you in Coach’s trophy room on Friday night, then sign me—”
“Seriously, you need to stop talking,” I ground out, searching the field for Jase. Asher noticed and smothered a laugh.
“Don’t sweat it, he’s working with Coach on some new plays.”
I levelled him with a hard look, but it only fueled his curiosity. “So, what’s the deal? Since when does looking out for her involve having your fingers buried deep in—”
“Ash, I swear to God if you—”
“Jeez.” His hands flew up. “Joke, I’m joking. But I’m starting to think this thing with her isn’t a game. You like her.”
“I don’t...”
He gave me a pointed look. “Oh fuck, you do, you totally like her. Jase is going to—”
“Never find out about this, you hear me? It was a mistake.”