“I do not love him.” I breathed into the microphone, already exasperated with this conversation. “And no, he probably has no idea. I’m sure he’s forgotten all about me,” I admitted, the small truth escaping from my betraying mouth.

Tom shook his head wildly. “No way! Any guy who could forget about you is an idiot, Cammie.”

“Yeah,” John chimed in. “I’d be counting down the days until I could see you again.”

“Ten years is a lot of days to count,” I said with a smile.

“I don’t know about you, John, but I want to hear about this guy. What’s he doing now?”

My heart raced as beads of sweat formed on unmentionable parts of my body. “I don’t know what he’s doing now. I don’t even know if he’ll be there or not.”

“You didn’t keep in touch over the years?” John prodded.

“Nope.”

“You’re hopeless, girl.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“Let’s look him up online. What’s his name?” Tom winked, and I felt my face completely drop as I stayed silent.

John’s face brightened. “Cammie, let’s try to find him. It will be fun!”

“Fun for who, exactly?” I choked out as I secretly plotted their deaths.

“For everyone listening, obviously.”

“Are we done yet?” I whined, wanting this to end.

All this talk about high school, about who I liked and who I hung out with, was starting to bring me down. Tom and John had no idea how much it hurt to mentally go back to a time that wasn’t filled with only pretty memories. It was a time when I experienced the most painful loss of my life, and even after all these years, just thinking about it broke my heart all over again. I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Cammie, we’re just worried about you,” Tom said with a giant smirk that didn’t match his concerned tone at all. He was good at his job, which was essentially acting.

Sucking in a quick breath, I attempted to play along. “Why are you worried about me?”

“First of all, Los Angeles, Cammie is a really pretty girl. And for as long as we’ve known her, she’s been single. So we used to think there was something wrong with her, but so far, we can’t figure it out. We think she’s pretty normal.”

I felt my cheeks flush with warmth again and wished I could hide behind something, but there was nowhere to go. “Because I’m single, there has to be something wrong with me?” I rolled my eyes before glaring at Tom.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” John added.

“Maybe I just haven’t met the right guy yet? It’s not that easy to find your match in LA, you know,” I admitted as the honest truth spilled from my lips.