He lays back down, but he’s lying on top of his sleeping bag, turned on his side with his hands tucked under his face. “Yeah, that’s not a friend thing, and I’m not looking at your dick. That’s . . . phew,” He seems a little flustered as he shakes his head slightly. “You just need to go to sleep.”

“I can trust you.”

I watch him swallow thickly and then feel disappointment when he shakes his head again. “The only dicks I’ve seen are my own and in porn. I don’t think I’d be a great judge and . . .” He reaches out one hand, placing it on my shoulder. “I’m sorry she was a bitch to you. I’d tell you not to let it get to you, but apparently, she already has, and I know that’s difficult.”

I don’t tell him the other shit she’s said to me over the years, but man, when she gets mad, she’s brutal. “I still think you’d be the best judge I could find.”

He smiles at that and then climbs back into his sleeping bag. “You and your dick need to sleep it off.”

“I’d do it for you,” I pout, and he hits me with his pillow playfully before tucking it under his head and settling in for sleep.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles in a tired voice.

Even in my drunkenness, I know this was probably not the smartest conversation to have with my best friend. But Camden and I can talk about anything, and I’m pretty sure this proves it.

It doesn’t have to be weird tomorrow.

14. Camden

FOURTEEN

CAMDEN

To say that Friday night was odd would be a total understatement, but Kingston is just Kingston. He says what’s on his mind, and he doesn’t hold back. It’s one of the things I love about him. I hate that Kennedy said shit to shake his confidence though.

It’s honestly not that hard to do, and I know that would surprise most people, but it’s true. Kingston is a big guy, and he seems really tough, but he definitely has a mushy side. He wants people to like him. He doesn’t understand the world can be ugly sometimes.

And that’s just him. And she fucking knows that. So my irritation only grows on Monday when she waltzes up to me between classes, with a bright, cheery smile on her face. “Hey, Cam.”

I slam my locker door, not wanting to talk to her at all when I think back to the tent and the vulnerable look Kingston gave me. All I can think is, fuck you, Kenn, but I try to be decent. “Hey.”

She leans against my locker, pulling out that flirty pout she’s famous for around here, but it doesn’t work on me. “So, I know you know about Kingston and me.”