“What about it?” My eyes subconsciously search the crowded halls for him.

She folds her arms in a half huff. “That we broke up.”

“Yeah. I know. I heard you were pretty brutal.”

She rolls her eyes and pushes off my locker, tossing her hair. “You know how unbelievably frustrating he can be. And he broke up with me.”

“Actually, I don’t find him all that frustrating, and I don’t think you needed to be so fucking nasty.”

She looks at me carefully, acting hurt. “Camden, just because Kingston and I broke up doesn’t mean you and I can’t be friends. We’ll always be friends.” She reaches out, dragging her fingers down my arm, and I jerk away.

“No.”

Her brows crinkle, her nose scrunching up. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean . . .” I sling my backpack over my shoulder, keeping my voice low, but narrowing my eyes in her direction. “No. You and he broke up, and you were horrible to him. I’ll always be Team Kingston.”

Surprise flashes in her eyes, like she was certain her pouty hurt act would work, but I don’t have time for this shit and just move past her, going toward my next class. Which happens to be Mr. Simms’s class.

I sit down next to LeAnn, wincing slightly at the pain in my side but try my best to cover before she notices. I took a beating during Friday’s game, and we didn’t even come out with a win. It is what it is though.

“Hey, Cam.”

“Hey. Had a run-in with your best friend a moment ago.” I hear the irritation in my own voice.

LeAnn cringes. “Yeah. She’s been a little insufferable lately since she and Kingston broke up.”

“She didn’t have to be so mean.”

LeAnn doesn’t look surprised that Kennedy took the dirty, cruel road in the breakup. “Yeah, I know. She tried to give me details about how shitty he is, but I told her to quit.”

I smile because that sounds like LeAnn. How they’re friends, I have no idea, but I can’t judge her. I’m sure she knows something I don’t. Still, no part of me wants to be around Kennedy anymore.

Mr. Simms starts talking up at the front of the class, and I can’t help but notice how LeAnn’s eyes track his every movement, the pain of loss etched in them. I wonder if I look at Kingston that way.

And whether she notices if I do.

When he asked me to look at his dick for reassurance, I nearly swallowed my tongue and choked on it. I can’t believe that came out of his mouth. But again, it’s Kingston, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.