Fake Dating the Player

My cocky next-door neighbor is the most infuriating person in the world—so why did I just hookup with him? Although we pretty much grew up together, we've never managed to get along. I guess he's good-looking, with his baby-blue eyes, amazing hockey-player physique, and boyish smile … if you're into that. Which I'm totally not. Our moms are besties, and they've been planning our engagement since we were little kids. I'm so over it … He's an arrogant athlete that goes through girls like Kleenex, and his teammates agree that he's incapable of a relationship. My roommate comes up with the perfect plan: fake date each other to get our parents and his team off our backs. I guess we do have something in common: wanting to prove everyone else wrong. Now everyone is talking about my post-game congratulatory kiss instead of his game-winning goal. We're fooling everyone on campus plus our families, and I gotta say, I don't hate it. Turns out the hardest part isn't faking feelings for him … It's trying to hide my true ones.