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“I’ve done some stuff I’m not proud of, yeah.” Cameron swallowed as if the words were hard to say.
“Well you came through last night, so thank you.”
“It was nothing.”
But it wasn’t nothing, it was something.
The events of last night were hazy. But I remembered with perfect clarity Cameron had come running after Flick’s SOS call.
He scooted closer, angling his body to me. I felt a little light-headed suddenly. “What can you remember about the party?” he asked gently.
“I...” A heavy sigh escaped my lips. “Not much to be honest. We left Homecoming and Toby came to pick us up. He said it wasn’t a football thing, so I thought...” My voice trailed off, my gaze dropping.
“Why’d you leave Homecoming?”
My eyes snapped to his, but I didn’t answer. What would I say? That I’d left because I saw him with a girl? Shrugging, I picked at his sheets. “I only went to keep Flick happy and she seemed upset about someth
ing, so we left.”
“Funny.” His brow lifted slightly. “Because she said you left because you were pissed with me.”
My cheeks flamed. “She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut.” I was going to kill her.
“I looked for you, thought I might cash in on that dance.” His lip curved. “But you were already gone.”
“Yeah, well, you seemed pretty busy to me, so I figured it was no big deal.” Wrapping my arms around my waist, I lowered my gaze again.
“Hailee,” his voice soothed something inside me. “What’s… Miley…” He let out an exasperated breath. “You saw me talking to Miley.”
“I didn’t see you talking to anyone, Cameron, just drop it.” I didn’t want to feel like this, all over him talking to another girl. It was irrational. Illogical. It was completely pathetic. But I couldn’t deny jealousy burned through me when he said her name.
“Miley’s just a friend, you don’t need to worry about her.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Why are you being like this?” he asked.
I finally glanced up at him. “Like what?”
“A bitch.”
“Way to remind me that you’re not the good guy here.” I threw back the cover and leaped out of his bed. “I should go.”
“Whoa, slow down, Hailee. We should talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about,” I called out as I dove into his bathroom, hoping my dress was dry enough to wear otherwise it’d be awkward explaining to Mom and Kent why I was in just my panties and one of Cameron’s old football jerseys.
“Thank God,” I breathed as I found my dress mostly clean and dry. Throwing my dress over the towel rail, I splashed some water on my face and tried to tame my hair by running my fingers through it. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Then I stole a blob of toothpaste to freshen up my breath. But when I looked up in the mirror, I was met with stormy gray eyes.
“Get out,” I snapped at Cameron as he blocked the door, staring at me with a dark expression.
“Make me.”
“Cameron, come on. You did a decent thing last night, but let’s not turn it into something it’s not.”
“And what would that be, Sunshine?”
“Do you know what the trouble with you is?” I spun around and glowered at him. I was tired, thirsty, not entirely sure I was done puking, and so fed up of the constant games.
