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mentioned my truck and you went red.”
    “I did not,” I could feel my cheeks going pinker by the second.
    He changed lanes to pass a slow going sedan, and glanced at me, baby blues cold as ice. “None of it is true.”
    “The Mason twins?”
    “Are little liars.”
    “Then why were those rumors flying around?” I couldn’t help my curiosity, even though I wasn’t a big Zack fan, having him live up to those stories would be disappointing. Especially the one about him making out with the French tutor in the custodians closet.
    “One of the guys on a rival team started a rumor because I struck out their best hitter more than once. I ignore it, so should you.”
    “Don’t you care about your reputation?”
    “It’s not important.” He said. “There are a couple girls giggling behind my back, trying to figure out how many times I screwed in the back of my truck. So what?”
    It was more than just a couple girls, according to the gossip. “I guess there are worse reputations to have.”
    “Keeps the needy chicks away.”
    “But what about nice girls?”
    “I don’t know if you’ve noticed Chloe, but I don’t have a lot of time to play footsie.”
    “Footsie is for kids.”
    He winked. “I’m the king of footsie, when I have time.”
    I was feeling a tad warm, but it was the heat. Had to be. I hated Zack Warren. “Right, so you’re telling me that you’d just rather not date,” and have sex with any girl willing to get in his truck? I couldn’t make myself believe that, no matter how hard I tried.
    “No, I’d rather not date flirty idiots. There’s a difference.”
    “But you can’t do that with your reputation.” I began to argue, trying to make him see he had to fix this some how. Then I remembered I wasn’t supposed to care.
    “The right people don’t pay attention to rumors. They form their own opinions.”
    He was the biggest contradiction I’d ever met!
    A jock with morals and respect for the opposite sex?
    Did he not get the message that went out to every other guy his age? If he did, he must have ignored the part instructing him to be a horny pitcher, intent on sleeping his way through half the females in our school. Or at least striving for that like so many other guys I knew. I just wasn’t sure he could be the gentleman jock.
    “I bet you already have a girl in mind.” I said.
    He smiled, the dimples in his cheeks making me more aware of his appealing features than I should be. “Yep.”
    “Do I know her?” probably a cheerleader, or maybe one of the blondes on the golf team.
    “Yep.”
    “Who is she?” and why can’t I stop asking questions? Questions that I really don’t care about his answers to?
    “I think I’ll keep it a secret.” He said, the laughter in his voice all too apparent and irritating.
    “You won’t tell me anything?”
    “Nope.”
    So he wanted to keep it a secret. No biggie. I wasn’t sure if I could believe anything he said to me. He seemed truthful, had never been the type to lie, and I never thought of him as untrustworthy in that sense. In fact, he was known for brutal honesty.
    For some strange reason we never clicked.
    Zack and I always seemed to run into each other at the worst times, mostly when he was pulling pranks. Like putting snakes in the teacher’s desk, or sneaking out of class. A more brilliant scheme involved switching the signs on the girls and boys bathrooms. The school was in an uproar of excitement and fascination. In eighth grade his antics escalated and he pulled the fire alarm during a thunderstorm, right in front of me, as if I’d never tell anyone.
    And I didn’t.
    I could have ratted him out…but no matter how much I said I hated him, I had a secret soft spot for my enemy. Then he started playing baseball and stopped breaking the rules. I figured the girls would find another boy to idolize and drool over.
    They didn’t.
    Apparently a baseball player is every bit as hot as a bad boy.
    Keeping up my dislike of him