Chapters (38)
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
She gaped. “You’ve dropped the class? Avery, the last day to drop was—oh, my God, you’re taking an incomplete?”
“It’s not a big deal.”
Brit stared at me, so did Jacob. “Have you’ve lost your fucking mind, Avery?”
I winced. “No.”
Taking a deep breath, Brit glanced between Jacob and me. “Jacob, can you get back to the dorm by yourself?”
His brows knitted. “Uh yeah, it’s not that far of a walk, but—”
“Good,” she chirped. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the cheek. “See you later.”
Jacob sat there for a moment and then shook his head. He gave me a quick hug before he left. “Why did you kick him out?” I asked.
“Because we need to talk girl to girl,” she replied.
Oh dear.
She leaned forward, clenching her knees. “What happened between you two?”
I struggled to come up with a good excuse for why I was avoiding Cam. “It’s just that I don’t think pursuing a relationship with him is the right thing?”
“Okay. You’re entitled to decide that, but no friendship? To the point you can’t be in the same class as him?”
“We can’t be friends,” I said after a few moments, already weary with this conversation. “That’s just it, okay? I really don’t want to talk about this. I’m not trying to be rude, but there’s nothing to say. I don’t want to see him. End of story.”
I don’t want to see him. The thing about that was that it was only partially true. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to see him, but I missed him. It had only been a week, but I missed his smart ass comments, his wit and charm, and—I stopped myself with a shake of my head.
Brit pushed her hair off her forehead. “Alright, but I want to ask one question and I want a fucking honest answer, okay?”
My eyes widened. “Okay.”
“Did he try something?”
“What?” I shrieked.
She met my stare. “Did he hurt you or something?”
“Oh, my God, no.” I stood, running my hands down my hips. “Cam didn’t do anything. I promise you. He didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. Okay. Please don’t think that about him.”
Brit nodded slowly. “I didn’t think he would’ve, but I had to ask. I had to know.”
She stayed for a little while longer, switching the conversation to her latest hook up with Jimmie, and for a while I forgot about Cam and the whole mess.
When she left, she stopped at the door and turned back to me. “Just in case you’re wondering, when I talked to Cam, he was really worried about you. He was upset. Whatever went down between you two, I hope you guys can work it out, because…”
“Because what?”