“You’re sleeping with a married man whose wife is pregnant, and you’re worried about how he found out?” Jesus. I knew Ana had her secrets, but this is repulsive.
She sighs as if she hasn’t affected an innocent woman’s life due to her own high school insecurities.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I ask Cam, “Anything else I need to know?”
He nods. “A couple of days later, I went to your house to try and talk to you since I couldn’t reach you anywhere else.” He looks at me with regret and the same longing I’ve felt for years. “Rafael and Nora answered the door. They told me to never come back and that I had already done an irreparable amount of damage. I knew then that if your parents were that angry, you must’ve been ten times worse.”
His eyes are glassy. He quickly clears his throat. “I never blamed you. I suspected that Ana had lied, but my texts and calls never went through. Ethan’s didn’t either and you had deleted all of your social media pages?—”
“I changed my number and deleted all of my accounts two days later,” I whisper at my regrettable and impulsive teenage behavior.
He nods solemnly. “You never looked for me to bother hearing my side of the story, and now I know why. So, I decided to skip Driscoll, moved to Long Island, and studied there instead. I needed some time to reevaluate things.”
“Why didn’t you tell me all of this when you had so many opportunities in the last couple of months?” I whisper, trying to contain my emotions. It’s a stupid question, I know why he didn’t.
“Would you have believed me without her here?”
I hesitate. “I—” I stutter. “I don’t know.” And it’s true. Without Ana being there and seeing her obvious reaction, along with the way she’s treated me the last couple of months, I probably wouldn't have.
He avoids my gaze, clearly ashamed at not trying. His eyes are straight ahead, till he starts to shift uncomfortably. There’s something he’s keeping from me. There’s another reason why he kept the truth hidden for so long. I understand that I was reluctant to have this conversation without Ana present, yet it’s beenmonths. Something else is going on, and I refuse to wait any longer not knowing the whole truth.
“That’s not the only reason you didn’t tell me, though, is it?”
He continues to look at the wall with a frown on his face.
“Why didn’t you say anything, Cameron?” I grit through my teeth, getting tired of having to ask and push in order to get answers. Goddammit, why can’t he just spit it out?
Then there’s another knock on the door.
“For fucks sake, like we need more of an audience.” Cam points at us. “You two, behave while I get rid of whoever’s here.”
I stare at Ana, and she rolls her eyes. “Calm down, sis, we’re even now, alright?”
“Even? Are you kidding?—”
“It’s also alumni weekend,” a male voice says before I see a fist connect with Cam’s face.
What the hell?
Then the man at the door comes into view, and my blood turns into ice.
Chapter Forty-Five
CAMERON
“What are you doing here?” I whisper.
“You stole my girl,” he sneers. “It’s also alumni weekend.” Smith connects his fist to my face, rearing my head backward. “Fucking asshole. You thought you could get away with stealingmygirl? You thought that I wouldn’t find out what was happening?”
Smith throws all his weight on top of me and slams me to the floor. While attempting to protect my face from any further damage, I hear somebody gasp.
He then straddles me and throws punches towards my face while I dodge him with my forearms. I’m not hitting him back. I deserve everything coming to me, but I’m not letting him break anything, either.
“Smith, stop so I can explain.”
That seems to piss him off more because one of his fists almost lands on my jaw before I catch it, twisting his wrist slightly, just enough to distract him and get him on his back.
Once I have him pinned, I get a good view of his face. He looks like a stranger to me with the malicious mask he has plastered on.
