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Camryn: Fuck you. You are a coward

"Fuck," The word dissolved into sea spray, as bitter as the taste in my mouth. She was right; I was a coward. I clicked on the phone button and pulled the phone to my ear. It rang twice, and she sent it to voicemail. I tried again. It rang once before she sent it to voicemail.

I shoved my hand through my messy hair. I really fucked up, but thankfully, I'd only been stupid and not done something I couldn't recover from, like fuck Charleigh or any other groupie.

I was less than an hour away from her house. If I left now, I could make it before sunrise.

There was only one problem. I didn't have my bike, but I bet Jax had his.

Chapter 23

Camryn

It was three in the morning, and I should have been sleeping, but I wasn't; instead, I was sitting on the patio deck of my aunt and uncle's house, flirting with a bottle of Jack. Or anything strong enough to drown the pain or numb the hurt. Like always, I was home alone while my aunt and uncle were gone to some exotic location, living their best life. Kaia, Jax, Syn, and Harlow were with Trystan at his concert, which I wasn't invited to.

Owen invited me to hang out, but I knew I would be the worst kind of company. So, instead, I sat silently playing over and over in my head what went wrong between Trystan and me. I understood why he was upset at me for taking Kaia to the Cages, but did it really warrant all of this? Apparently, he believed so.

My phone vibrated against the round glass table beside me, but I didn't bother to pick it up to see who it was.

I wanted to be alone.

Tomorrow, I would be better and ready to move on, but tonight, I needed the quiet, the solitude. I needed to sulk. I needed to be mad and sad.

The whiskey bottle clinked against the wrought iron table, the sound sharp in the dead-quiet neighborhood. My body melted into the cushioned patio chair, muscles loose from the alcohol, and I propped my feet on the empty seat across from me as I let my head fall back on the back of the chair. It was a clear night with a three-quarters moon and a sky full of twinkling little stars.

Sucking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes as I exhaled, slowly relaxing into the seat. The sun would be up in a few hours, and this horrible night would be over.

The sound of a motorcycle engine rumbled in the distance, cutting through the silent night, but when it got louder, sounding like it was in front of my house, my eyes flashed open, and I shot out of my chair. It sounded like Jax's bike, and if Jax was here, something was wrong, or Kaia was so overly worried she had shown up because I hadn't answered her call earlier. If that happened, I would feel terrible about ruining their weekend.

I strolled around to the front of the house from the back, but when I rounded the corner, I realized it wasn't Jax or Kaia.

It was Trystan.

I froze.

My gaze followed him as he set his helmet on the seat of Jax's bike, pulled off his gloves, and twisted, looking over the dark house. I stood silently in the shadows until the initial shock wore off. I stepped into the bright street light, but he didn't see me until I spoke.

My voice sliced through the darkness between us. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Trystan's fingers tightened around his gloves, his bright blue eyes finding mine in the darkness. "You weren't answering your phone?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, the whiskey making my movements sharp and jerky. "So you drove all the way here?" If that was supposed to impress me, it didn't.

"I needed to talk to you." He slowly walked toward me.

"Well, if you didn't get the hint, I obviously don't want to talk. So you can go now." I twisted to walk away, to go back to my backyard, sulking.

"Cam, please," he pleaded. His boots hitting the pavement grew louder as he closed the space between us.

"Please, what, Trystan?" I spun around so quickly that he nearly slammed into me, the world tilting slightly with the sudden movement. I took a step back, giving myself some space, and stumbled but quickly corrected myself. "Please don't come to my show? Please stay away from me? Please ignore me like nothing ever happened between us?" I raised my voice with each question until I was nearly shouting.

Trystan took a half-step back. "You're drunk."

My laugh came out harsh and brittle. "Good call, Captain Obvious. And even still, I don't want to talk to you."

"I get it, but if you'll..."

"Maybe my last text was a little too subtle for you." I smirked sarcastically. "Maybe this will clear it up." I flipped him off. "Go fuck yourself." Spinning on my heels, I strutted to the back of the house.

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