Free Prank Wars by Stephanie Fowers Page B

then he hit her. Her peasant skirt fluttered sassily. I sighed, excusing her. There is an unwritten rule for roommates not to flirt with their roommate’s significant ex, especially when that roommate was in the same room, but Kali was too in denial to know it referred to her. She wasn’t flirting, she was being his friend .
    Cameron, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. His eyes slanted my direction then quickly darted away when he noted I was in the room. His flirtatious teasing got louder. Ever since he broke up with me, he had been adding new girls to his Facebook daily. And these were the kinds that put glamor shots on their profiles. AmyLee tugged Cameron forward by his burnt-orange fat tie, chattering like a chipmunk.
    I turned on the heel of my boots, trying to escape—and got caught by President Wilkes. He always tried to make sure I knew how wonderful I was. Probably because he saw how successful Cameron was at the flirting game and how unsuccessful I was. He grabbed my hand to shake it. “How is my favorite girl? You are so great. Do you know that?” Yes, yes, I had heard it already, but I knew the truth and just wanted to escape the room. I nodded, so he wouldn’t know I was falling apart. Kali twisted the big turquoise ring on her hand while she listened intently to Cameron. I tried to block them out, but when I couldn’t see him, he just made himself louder. So did the girls around him.
    I thought I had been a good girlfriend. In fact, I had been nicer than I had ever been in my entire life. Talk about exhausting. And this is how the guy repaid me? He was through with me, so be through with me already. The glass doors were so close, within spitting distance, but I was stuck here by my hand. The stake president shook it meaningfully, peering into my eyes. I hoped he wouldn’t find anything too disturbing there. “It’s so nice to see you. You seem to be holding up well.”
    Yes, after the incident. I grimaced. President Wilkes had my back, which normally I could appreciate if I hadn’t been stuck in the middle of this flirt fest. If Tory were around, she would create a diversion to help me slip by unnoticed, but I didn’t see her agitated red head anywhere. I caught a glimpse of Lizzie. She had kicked off her Mary-Janes and was dutifully cleaning up after the Relief Society in the side room.
    “Now I suppose you heard about our program to help you kids start meeting new people?” President Wilkes asked.
    I nodded. “Yeah, boyfriend for a week. Sounds a little…uh…interesting.”
    “Now, don’t worry. It’s nothing too serious. We just want the guys to take the girls out, show the girls around town, be gentlemen. And if the girls could show them that they’re not…all that scary,” he laughed, “we could establish some good dating habits in this stake. I would really appreciate your support in this.”
    I gulped. If I asked, ‘in what way,’ I’d be signed up for boyfriend-for-a-week before we could unclasp hands. If I just nodded and said, ‘Yes, of course,’ which was my plan then he’d never know exactly how I planned to support this and I’d be home free. “Yes, of course,” I said.
    President Wilkes let me go. He patted me on the back for good measure. “I sure do appreciate you. Whether you know it or not, you’re a leader in this ward. The others really look up to you. You’re a good example.”
    “Thanks.” I turned, feeling a little guilty, and resolved to sign up for the next service project…just not this one. Judging by the sounds of laughter, Cameron was to my left. I took the safest route to the door through the crowd of guys who didn’t know I existed, past the chattering girls. I waved goodbye to Lizzie who didn’t see me and stopped short, not believing who stood in front of the door. Nope. Eric. The beautiful blond from the night before.
    I was in a lot of guys’ black books lately, but I had really