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It might not be the first time that idea’s come to me—maybe not even the first time today—but it's no longer a vague inkling. I'm going to beat him to death, and then find a way to bring him back to life just to set him on fire.
Trent Dawson might have been a boring, safe choice, but he's always been kind to me. He didn't deserve anything I did to him. First, I used him to get my mind off Camden, and then, when Camden barged into my life again, I held on to him for far too long. I have reasons—or rather, excuses. I was busy. I had my classes, work, then had to deal with thugs and everything. But the truth is, I clung to him because Camden told me to break up with him. I kept himto prove to myself that I could be with a normal guy.
If I were a decent woman, I would have called him to break things off the moment Camden touched me,daysago. At the latest, I should have spoken to him on Monday. But I didn't—not before yesterday—and now he sees me kissing someone else, twenty-four hours later.
This is cruel, and humiliating, and downrightpetty.
Camden did this on purpose, there's not a single doubt in my mind. We're probably only here because he knew Trent was planning to attend the gala.
"So, that's why you broke up with me? Why you're returning to Thorn Falls? All this time, you were playing the scared little virgin and you were fucking him behind my back?" His voice rises which each word, and the eyes of the crowd converge toward us.
I wince. I don't know anyone here, but it's discomfiting nonetheless.
"Perhaps we should take this to a more private venue," Camden offers, undisturbed as ever.
"I'm not talking toyou,"Trent spits. "God, were you ever interested in my program?"
I take hold of Camden's sleeve, squeeze his arm, and open my mouth to caution him. Trentadoreshis program.The last thing we need right now is Camden doing what Camden does best: violently cutting people to the quick with his acerbic tongue.
Camden rests his palm on top of mine and smiles at me reassuringly, but my stomach's still somewhere on the floor. This is going to end badly.
"Of course I'm interested. I made you an offer."
I breathe out in relief, though Trent doesn't calm down.
"So you came to buy my shit and screw my girlfriend, is that it?" Trent's burning glare moves from Camden to me. "And tothinkI really believed your crap about Rothford. Why would they acceptyou?"
I feel the insult like a slap in the face. Part of me wants to retort that I got in just fine, but Camden made that happen. There's no telling if I would have made the cut without his interference. Sure, I got into MIT, but Rothford is another level.
Camden takes one step forward and smiles pleasantly at Trent. Any stranger would have thought he was perfectly civil, but I catch the cold glint in his golden eyes.Shit."Come on, man. Let's not air ourlaundryfor the pleasure of LA society."
Trent is fuming, but his narrowed gaze takes in the flock of bored housewives glued to our every word. "Fine," he snaps.
I tighten my hold on Camden's arm. Things are going his way, and I know better than to think it's a good thing.
He winks and wraps his arm around my waist before leading us away from the entrance of the hall.
Familiar with the place, Camden chooses a much smaller, yet just as elegant room that must serve to host weddings or birthdays. The door locks with a definite click after Trent storms in. It sounds as loud as a gunshot in the silence.
"Well? How long has this been going on?"
"Since June or so, right?" Camden asks, happily throwing me to the wolves. "Unless you want to count Erica's wedding as our first date."
Fucking asshole.
"You're kidding!"
I focus on Trent, completely tuning Camden out. "I left Thorn Falls to get away from this dick in June," I say, my eyes fixed on him, willing him to see the truth of that. "And I most definitely wasn't seeing him then."
I'm not even seeing himnow.I'm just his girl Friday. Somehow, I don't think telling Trent that would help.
Trent averts his eyes like he can't even stand to look at me, and instead glares at Camden. "Well? Which one of you is lying?"
"Both of us, neither of us. Why does it matter? She’s wanted me since then. She just didn't like it."
I stomp my foot. "Stop talking," I scream at Camden, before taking Trent's hands in mine. "I promise you, I haven't even seen him all summer. He was gallivanting around Europe or something. And when he came back, he asked me out. I saidno."
"That's an oversimplification, but accurate enough," Camden concurs.
