I figured he’d take the easy way out.
“Did you start the rumor after Prom that Wilder, you, and I were a throuple?”
Cash scratches the back of his neck. “No.”
Wilder glances over at him. “You sure about that?”
“I’m telling the truth,” Cash responds with a heavy sigh. “But I know who did start it.”
“Who?” Wilder and I say at the same time.
“Kerrigan Lewis,” he answers.
“Wilder’s date?” I whip my head back.
I didnotsee that coming.
“Why would Kerrigan start that rumor?” Wilder asks.
Cash hitches a shoulder. “She was pissed you danced with Ingrid.”
“I didn’t dance with just Ingrid,” Wilder argues. “We all danced together. I basically danced with you, Cash.”
“We did not dance together, Wild,” Cash mumbles.
I roll my eyes. That dance wassoawkward. Cash and Wilder each took turns—one dancing behind me with their hands on my waist and the other dancing in front of me with their hands on my hips.
Come to think of it, it’s kind of funny now.
Honestly, I probably would’ve thought the same thing.
“We had fun,” I interrupt their back and forth. “Who cares how it looked or what rumors were started.”
Cash shakes his head. “We’re forever memorialized in the yearbook.”
I let out a loud laugh. I had forgotten someone snapped a picture of it and we were dead center on the prom page.
“My turn,” Cash says, voice rough. “Wild, Truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” Wilder predictably answers.
Cash smirks. “I dare you to tell Ingrid your deepest, darkest secret.”
In the rearview mirror, I see Wilder swallow hard.
Deepest, darkest secret? I already know that. Olivia-Sophia (yes, the girl with two first names) was horrible to Wilder. She did all kinds of fucked-up things to him when they were dating.
Things that are too hard to talk about.
“Are you sure you want to hear this, Cash?”
Cash shrugs. “Go right ahead. It’s about time Ingrid learns about your secrets.” There’s a pause before he adds. “All of your secrets.”
I ignore the pang of jealousy that flashes through my chest.
Cash knows things about Wilder that I don’t know. And he’s using this stupid game to hurt us both.
Wilder exhales. “The first time I masturbated, I thought of you, Blondie.”
