“I’m falling for her,” I say a little too loudly, making the paramedic jump. My eyes flash to Will’s. “But there’s so much more to the story that neither one of you knows.”
“You can always trust us, dude.” Will wraps his arms around Zoey’s waist, and she nods in agreement.
A jolt of jealousy hits me. I’m jealous of their easy-going relationship. How I wish things could be that simple between Kamila and me. How the only person I want comfort from after this ridiculous night isn’t here. How I want to hold her, to wrap my arms around her and have her tell me more stories about her life from the past two and a half years. The two and a half years I spent without her in my life, the only reminder of her being inthe mornings. I took her sassiness, company, care, and loyalty for granted. That’s why that stupid little voice is gone. It only ever started when we parted ways. Now, I want her back in my life. No, Ineedher in my life.
It’s time.
If I want anything like what Will and Zoey have, it’s time to face my past.
The question is, will she ever be able to forgive me?
Chapter Thirty-Nine
KAMILA
I’m pacing in my small living room, second-guessing every part of the plan. I’m even second-guessing my outfit. I look down at my black leggings and red sweater, rolling my eyes.
“Your outfit doesn’t make a difference in what’s about to happen, Kamila,” I say to no one in particular because there is nobody else here.
God, I’m acting insane.
Cameron texted me that he was coming over around one-thirty. It’s one-twenty, and he’s usually punctual, so I don’t expect him any later or earlier.
Luckily, I have home court advantage for this conversation. Emma is staying with her parents to study for an early final. It’s alumni weekend and the last Saturday before finals, meaning everyone is either going crazy by partying or insane because they’re studying. I probably would’ve been out bar hopping with Jake and Levi till late tonight, but here I am, about to have one of the most nerve-wracking conversations of my life that could last all day and night.
Okay, that’s a little too dramatic, even for me.
A knock on the door drags me out of my repetitive doubts. It’s only one-twenty-three, he shouldn’t be here yet.
Jesus, Kamila, paranoid much?
I plaster on a fake smile and make my way to the door. Once I open it, I’m met with dark eyes surrounded by chestnut-colored hair.
“¡Hola hermanita!”
My smile falls immediately and my brain starts going into overdrive. Out of all the semesters I have been here, never once has she visited me, until now.
“Look at your face, you’re totally surprised.”
I manage to nod my head. Surprised is an understatement.
“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
As if I’m on autopilot, I nod again, trying to keep my nerves in check while I feel my face drain of color.
“Yeah, sure, come in.” The statement comes out shaky and unsure. “Leave your stuff anywhere you want.”
I scramble looking for my phone to text Cameron while trying to distract Ana. “So, what are you doing here?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Where the hell is my phone?
Turning to the couch, I see Ana standing there, holding it up. “I assume you’re looking for this.” She hands it to me, and I give her a tight smile in return.
Ana answers my question as I open the text thread with Cam.
“Well, hermanita, I decided I should be the bigger person here and put this stupid fight to rest. After all, we still live in the same house.”
Me: ABORT. Ana is here!
