When I turned back to my friends, both of them stared at me like I just flashed them my goods. Bending down, I picked up my bag. “Okay, before both of you start yelling at me, it just happened, like yesterday and I hadn’t had the time to say anything.”

Brit folded her arms. “You haven’t had a second to call, or I don’t know, send a text message?”

“We sort of hung out all day yesterday, went to dinner and then—”

“Did you guys have sex?” Jacob grasped my shoulders, giving me a little shake. “Oh my God, girl, details—I needed details. What is the size of his—?”

“We didn’t have sex.” I smacked his hands away. “Geez, we just got together yesterday. Give me some time for that.”

“I would’ve been screwing him since August,” Jacob advised.

I shot him a bland look.

They drilled me on what happened as we headed in to Whitehall and through the beginning of class. By the time I left them to wait for Cam outside, I was sure I’d smoothed over my friend fail.

I stood just outside of the awning, leaning against one of the pillars. I probably looked weird, because of the beaming smile plastered across my face, but I hadn’t really stopped smiling since yesterday morning.

My smile slipped an inch when I saw Cam coming out of the doors, Steph attached to his side. The only thing that kept me from acting like a tiger and pouncing on her was the fact that Cam didn’t look too thrilled.

Steph tossed her glossy mane of hair over one shoulder as they approached me. “Hi,” she said with I thought was a whole butt load of false cheer.

“Hey,” I replied, holding her gaze.

Cam slipped up to my side, threading his fingers through mine. “Your class let out early?”

I nodded. “Just a few minutes ago.”

Steph was glaring daggers through our joined hands. “Are you going to be at Jase’s party next Saturday, Cam?”

There was a party? As stupid as it was, I so did not like the idea of Cam going to a party where Steph would be. Wrong. Wrong. But an ugly feeling snaked through me whenever I thought of those two hooking up in the past.

“I don’t know yet.” Cam squeezed my hand. “Depends on if Avery wants to go.”

Her perfect mouth dropped open, and I think I loved Cam. “If Avery wants to…? Whatever.” She stalked off, joining the girl I’d seen her with at the Halloween party.

I looked up at Cam. “Well, she didn’t seem too happy about that.”

He shrugged.

We started up the hill, toward Knutti. “So you guys weren’t more than just friends with benefits?”