“Oh.” Cam’s eyebrows jump. He takes a step back. “Oh, wow, that’s—that’s pretty huge, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “She told me yesterday. I don’t know what to do.”
The band starts up their next set, but the urge to dance again is gone. Cam and I look around awkwardly. He motions toward the park entrance next to our neighborhood, and I nod.
“She’s really attractive,” Cam says as we walk.
I side-eye him. “Go sweep her off her feet, then, Casanova. You’ve stolen every other girl from me.”
Cam stops the both of us. “That’s not what I meant. I’m not trying to steal anyone from you. I’m saying you should go for it.”
I cross my arms. “So you want me to go for it?”
“If it’s what you want.”
“Why wouldn’t I want that?”
Cam throws his hands up. “Jesus, Ivy! Don’t twist this into something complicated. I’m just trying to be a supportive friend.”
“Oh, is that what we are again? Sorry, I didn’t get the notice that we’re officially resuming our”—I make air quotes—“ ‘supportive friendship.’ ”
We glare at each other.
“Forget it,” Cam says.
“Already forgotten,” I say, turning out of the park.
I march ahead of him, crossing the street before the signal so I can go straight home. I’m fuming the whole time—mostly at Cam, but maybe a tiny bit at myself too. Why did I have to tell him about Sunny? What was the point of bringing it into that moment? Whatwasthat moment, even?
I already have my front door unlatched before I realize Cam’s standing directly behind me.
“Ahhhh! Why are you following me?”
“I want my book back,” Cam says.
“What?”
“We didn’t end up needing it! And it’s my book.” He’s fuming even more than I am, which really isn’t fair. I feel like I should get all fuming rights between us from now until eternity.
“Well, it was my flyer,” I say. “And you went right ahead and stole that anyway.”
Cam makes a face. “And I gave. It. Back. When are you going to stop holding that against me?”
“Um, probably never.”
I scowl at Cam until it’s clear we’re in some kind of standoff.
He is right, though, I remind myself. We don’t need the book anymore. And at this point, I just want him to leave me alone. I sigh and hold the door open.
“Fine. Take the book. It’s in my room.”
Cam squeezes in between me and the doorframe. He storms across the living room and down the hall. Sometimes I forget that he used to be here all the time. I forget he knows everything so well. I follow him into my bedroom.
“Where is it?” he asks.
I point to the nightstand next to my bed. Cam reaches over and scoops upGay Treasuresunder his arm. He turns and looks at me, his eyes flashing with anger.
“What?” I motion to the book. “You have what you want now. Aren’t you happy?”
