Page 172 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Cammy sniggers. “Well, he looks like he’s a bad kisser, so you’re probably not the problem on your dates.”
Oh, she could not be more wrong.
I bat my eyelashes and give her my most sickly sweet smile. “So, you think I’m doing okay?”
Cammy uncrosses her arms, her hands landing on her hips. “I’ve already taught you how to do your hair and makeup, plus you’ve got an attitude to boot.”
“Thanks, Cammy.” I scoop up my phone, which Yvie dropped mid-gasp. “Shoot. I didn’t realize the time. I’m supposed to meet Freddy.”
On instinct, the girls lean in. “Freddy?”
“He’s just picking me up.”
They step back. “Oh.”
Yvie grabs her bag. “Maybe he can take me home too? If I’m still getting kicked out.”
Cammy glares at her. “Are you still gonna be a little backstabber?”
Yvie’s hand lands above her heart. “I would never.”
Perfect. I literally stole something, which is behind my back, and Cammy’s attacking Yvie.
My work is done.
“Sorry, Yvie.” I scoop up my clutch. “Freddy and I have to meet our parents. We don’t have time to take you home.”
I dart out of the room before the name-calling and hair pulling get underway.
I’m panting when I reach the sidewalk. I pace at least three houses away from Cammy’s before I slow down. No way can I let the girls catch me. I doubt I’ve gotten away with taking the poster. There’s a chance Yvie wasn’t entirely living in her head and will remember the poster on the carpet when Cammy left the room. Hopefully, Cammy’s rage continues, and they never have time to discuss it further.
Ugh. Cammy.
Why did I think she’d change? I’m so stupid. Why do I keep falling for it?
But I have to be grateful. If I hadn’t gone to her place, she’d currently be ruining Jamie’s life.
I sigh with relief, feeling the scratchy and dirty poster against my skin. I reach behind me and yank it out. Without giving it a second look, I rip it into a hundred pieces. If I were home, I’d swipe Drew’s lighter and destroy this poster for good.
I dash to a nearby trash can and dump the scraps of paper inside and slam the lid closed. With a heaving chest, I mutter in victory, “You don’t get to win this time, Cammy.”
Mocking me, the shiny bracelet clings to my wrist. With a guttural scream, I claw at the bracelet, ripping it against my skin until it snaps in half. High on adrenaline, I dump the broken pieces into the trash.
I pull out my phone and call Freddy. It rings out the first time, and he answers on the second call.
“Can you pick me up?” I ask, still catching my breath.
“No, I’m waiting for Simon,” Freddy replies. “Although Amber’s about to leave.”
No, not Amber.
Away from the phone, Freddy calls out, “Hey Amber! Can you give my sister a ride?”
“Freddy,” I whisper harshly into the phone. “Freddy, don’t. It’s cool.”
There’s some chatter in the background, and then Freddy’s voice comes clear through the receiver. “She’ll swing by. Where are you?”
“Okay, fine. I’m at Cammy’s. Actually, I started walking along the street. Can you ask her to pick me up at the corner of Gardener and Clive Street?”
