“You didn’t go out on any dates or hook-up or anything?”
Jace gritted his teeth. “It’s none of your business, but correct. And if you breathe a word of this to anyone…” Anger flashed in his eyes.
Cam made a zipper motion across his mouth. “My lips are sealed, amigo. I’m good at keeping secrets. I like hearing them, though.”
He took a bite of broccoli from his plate. I did a double-take when I saw. “You like your veggies, huh?”
“What?” Cam glanced down at his place, which was almost entirely broccoli covered with shredded cheddar cheese. “Broccoli is good for you.”
“It’s the most boring food you could have chosen here,” Jace said.
Cam scoffed. “Broccoli isn’t boring. It’s sexual and exciting.”
I glanced at Jace, and we both started laughing.
“You’re a funny guy,” Jace said.
He spread his hands. “Spread the word far and wide.”
There was a commotion at one end of the cafeteria, and we all turned to look. A basketball player had walked into the room and was exchanging greetings with a cluster of other athletes, all high-fives and fist-bumps.
I turned away and tried not to curse under my breath.
“You know that guy?” Jace asked.
“I know of him.”
Cam leaned forward. “Hey, come on. You can’t tease us like that. Why are you glaring at Joshua Davenport like he stole your girl?”
“Joshua Davenport?” Jace asked.
“He’s the star forward on the basketball team,” I explained. “I still keep in touch with one of the assistant coaches, and he’s told me a lot of nasty stuff about him.”
“Like what?” Cam pressed.
I glanced around to see who was nearby. I didn’t like gossiping, but I would make an exception for that asshole.
“He’s a sociopath,” I whispered. “He has hidden cameras in his bedroom at the frat house. He records all the women he sleeps with, then posts the videos online. I heard it happened to three girls last semester.”
A dark look entered Cam’s gaze as he watched the man across the room.
“Holy shit,” Jace said. “He hasn’t gotten in trouble for that? Isn’t that, like, illegal? Revenge porn or whatever?”
“He’s good at blurring himself out, along with anything that would identify his room. Besides, he’s the school’s golden boy. The University won’t do anything to punish him. At least, not until the basketball season is over.”
“Interesting,” Cam said while idly typing something into his phone.
Jace scribbled in a notebook and then tore out two small pages. “Here’s my number. If you guys ever want to get together to study, or if you miss class and need notes, hit me up. I don’t really know anyone else on campus.”
“Yeah, for sure,” I said.
“Uh huh,” Cam muttered while packing up his stuff. “I’ve got to go take care of something.”
“Remember: don’t breathe a word of the situation with the professor to anyone,” Jace warned.
Cam shouldered his backpack and grinned. “No problem. Like I said, secrets are kind of my thing.”
As he left to drop off his food tray, I wondered if he could be trusted.
