Page 171 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Cammy enters the room and stops dead. “Where is it?”
We both look up at her, holding the desk lamp in her hand. “Where’s what?”
Cammy groans. “Are you two complete morons? The poster!”
Yvie tilts her head, confused, and I blurt, “Duh, Cammy. You took it with you.”
Cammy flinches. “I, what?”
I point at the doorway. “We both watched you. I suggested the desk lamp, and then you picked up the poster and left.”
Cammy sets the lamp on her vanity with a thud. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did,” I say as casually as I can manage. “Oh my gosh, Cammy, you’re tripping. I think finally getting that red dress in your wardrobe has sent you flying high.”
Cammy smirks. “You think I’m high on my dress?”
I giggle and gush, like the follower she wants me to be. “Who wouldn’t be? It’s gorgeous. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead at the next school dance.”
At that, Yvie perks up. “Oooh. Who are you gonna take with you?”
Cammy clicks her tongue. “As if I’m gonna ask a guy. Someone amazing will ask me.”
“Yeah, Clint who?” I say, digging into her insecurity so she’s distracted from the vanishing poster.
As predicted, her eyes blaze with fire. “At least me and Clint worked. Better than whatever it is between you and Kai.”
I sit up on her bed, twisting a curl around my index finger. “Did Clint ever hold you up against a goal post as he made out with you?”
Yvie swivels around in my direction with a lung-filled gasp. “You and Kai did that?”
My cheeks burn brightly, but I don’t care as I giddily nod at Yvie.
Cammy crosses her arms, and her hip pops. “I hope you went to your dad afterwards to get antibiotics.”
Yvie laughs, looking over her shoulder at Cammy. “Not all of us run to our daddies after we kiss a boy.”
A full belly laugh tumbles out of me, and I quickly slap a hand over my open mouth.
Dang it. We took it too far.
Cammy balls her fists and stomps her foot. “Get out! Both of you!”
Yvie whimpers. “But, we…”
“Now!” Cammy shrieks.
Sheepishly, I get off her bed. I can’t have her suspecting I took her poster. I need to get on her good side before she completely spirals.
“Cammy, I’m sorry,” I whisper, edging toward her. “I’m like, freaking out about being with Kai. It’s making me crazy.”
Cammy pouts. “You are crazy.”
“Do you have any pointers for me? I’m going into dating totally blind. You’ve got experience.”
The sucking up sheds some of her tension. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t come to me for advice before you kissed him.”
I gently palm my forehead. “I know. So stupid.”
