Chapter Nine: Just A Word

**Kyla's POV**

His gaze was locked on mine, I did same.

"You don't have to say anything, don't worry. This isn't the time nor the place for things like this. I understand fully that you're in a sack load of a problem so I can wait. I'll be waiting and one week wouldn't hurt."

I manage to nod. If he knew that much, why spout it out in the first place? No matter what, I would think about it.

"I'll talk to Richard after school," I suggested, his eyes widened and images flashed through my head. Images of how wrong things could turn out that way. What was I thinking?

"Don't. You have to make it as platonic as possible. Trust me, he'll come to you. Don't make it too obvious but agree at the end."

"What happens when I do?"

"Your social life changes. His starts the bet and all."

"Ohhh..."

"It'll be okay. You'll be fine."

"What if I'm not?"

"You will be."

"What if I have to touch or kiss him."

"If you play your cards right, you won't. I'll make sure you don't."