Page 192 of We Shouldn't Be Together
I squeeze his hand, hoping the words will sink in. “Mm-hmm.”
He gently swings our linked hands. “Are you still going to your dance class after school?”
My steps bounce. “Yes. I can’t wait.”
Kai grins. “That’s awesome. You sound so happy.”
“I’m sick of being unhappy.”
Kai kissed the side of my head, and I could just melt. “I’ll catch you later, okay?”
I squeeze his hand one more time and then release. “Okay. Can’t wait already.”
He smiles with that crooked grin, walking backwards and giving me a salute.
Ah, that boy.
Just as I’m about to let Cupid pick me up and carry me away, two pairs of shoes heavily march behind me. Before I can turn, a hand grabs where my arm and shoulder connect, and callously yanks me.
“Oof.“ I stumble on my footing as Camila stands over me, Yvette at her side.
Crap.
“What the heck were you guys doing at the dance studio?” Cammy complains, her hands planting on her hips. “I thought we all agreed to boycott that craphole.”
I glare at her. Why did Yvette have to tell Camila? What exactly did she think she’d accomplish?
When Camila turns to Yvie as well, Yvie crumbles. “We were just walking past.”
Who am I kidding? I’m mad at myself. I never should have trusted Yvette. I should’ve ditched her the minute Kai showed up.
“It was her boyfriend’s fault, anyway,” Yvie says accusingly, finger pointed between my eyes. “He’s such a meddler. Is there anything he does that won’t upset Cammy?”
Camila’s tone raises. “Kai did this?”
I look around our immediate area, and Kai has left the hallway. There’s a lot of students walking to their next class, and I don’t want anyone hearing Camila badmouth Kai.
“Seriously, Tabby, why are you with this guy?” Cammy double downs. “He’s so scary.”
“Scary?” I echo, choking on a laugh.
Camila’s glare hardens, not impressed. “Do you not remember all the times he’s threatened us with violence?”
Hmm. I remember all the times we twisted his words.
“Meanwhile,” Yvie says in a low voice, gesturing to the side. “Here comes his trainwreck sidekick.”
My blood runs cold and I forget how to breathe when I turn and spot Jamie.
Dang it. She’s clocked us and looks terrified.
I hate that.
“I don’t know how she can stand it,” Yvette says loudly, twisting her hair between her fingers and making sure she has Camila’s attention. “All that long hair in a gross, knotty mess.”
My mouth falls open and my gut tears open from Yvie’s foul mouth. This is all her. Camila didn’t prompt her to say anything. She did it on her own accord, and she’s doing it simply for Cammy’s approval.
Sick.
