Page 49 of Everything Has Changed
I roll my eyes. “You would have to come down here to do that.”
“Ha-ha. I’m not joking, though. I remember vividly what happened last time you let him in.”
I feel my cheeks warm at the reminder.
“Has he ever even apologized for that night?”
It’s my turn to avoid looking at the phone, too afraid to see disappointment on my sister’s face, knowing she wanted to demand an apology that night when I called her to pick me up. “It’s fine, Kenny. I promise. It was so long ago.”
“If you say so. Just make sure you remember how he can be. And how he always will be.”
I purse my lips, furrowing my brow in thought. Because I don’t think I do. Or at least I don’t think I had the right opinion about Logan ever since he let me down all those years ago. He seems changed for the better.
“Is that bitch Camila still hanging around him?”
“Kennedy!” I cry out.
“What? It’s true. She’s a bitch, and if you won’t say it, then I will for both of us.”
I sigh, thinking about all the times Camila had been nice to me since we were kids. I don’t think I could even count on one hand.
“She is, unfortunately. It’s weird. I can’t figure out if she’s just his dad’s personal assistant or if she’s latching on to them with the belief that they are getting back together.”
“Probably both. She will sink her claws into that family no matter what.”
“Did something happen between you two?” I press. A question I always wondered but never thought to ask.
She shrugs. “Aside from being an absolute terror to anyone that can’t give her something? Not really. She thoroughly enjoyed picking on us about being orphans. Saying our parents didn’t want to be around us so badly they killed themselves.”
My eyes almost fall out of my head. “What?!” I screech. “How did I not know about this?”
A smirk slides across her lips as she examines her knuckles. “Because I took care of it. I wasn’t going to let you hear any of that.”
I think for a second. “Wait a minute. In middle school, she showed up to school one day with a black eye. That was you, wasn’t it?”
Kennedy’s eyes twinkle with mischief.
“How did you not tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to hear the vile things she was spouting. We knew the truth. Mom and Dad loved us more than anything. But she was so cruel. So she had a little meeting with my fist, and she never brought it up again.”
I break out in a slow clap, and Kennedy responds with a small bow.
“Well, it’s a little late now, but thank you.”
She waves away my words. “Don’t worry about it, Gwen. I would do it over and over again for you. Which means if she tries to start anything with you because of Logan,” she brushes her knuckles over her chest as if to polish them, “I’m ready to throw down again.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but I think I can handle it. Besides, nothing is happening between us. It’s strictly professional.”
“Gwen?”
I hum in response. Tightening my lips together in preparation for whatever lie I need to tell. To Kennedy and to myself at this point.
“Don’t lie to me. It’s okay if you still have a crush on him or maybe one is bubbling back up. I mean, I definitely cyber-stalked him after family dinner the other night, and wow has he grown up nicely.”
I glare at my sister before I can school my features. She giggles, pointing at the screen. “I knew it! Don’t worry, little sis. I’m not coming to steal your man. I’ve got enough of my own problems with the men of Willow Grove to last a lifetime.”
“Nothing is happening between us,” I mutter, pretending to brush away a speck of invisible lint on my arm.
