“We need to figure out if either Jake or I will be the one to punch Cameron,” Levi states with cold eyes.
Ethan and Chris’s laughs roar while I shriek. This was the surprise him and Jake had planned?
“What the fuck? You guys aren’t hitting my boyfriend! We’re okay now, things are fixed, it’s time to move on.”
“Oh, this is too good,” Ethan says.
“Not helping,” I spit.
Cam lets out a deep breath. “It’s okay, baby. I understand why they need to do this.”
“This serves as a warning, Kahlo,” Jake says sternly.
Levi speaks next, giving Cam a look I never want to be on the receiving end of. “Never hurt our best friend again, or you’ll get a lot worse than a punch, and that’s putting it mildly.”
“A lot fucking worse,” Jake echoes Levi’s words.
Cam nods. “Understood. Whenever you’re ready.”
No, no, no.
“This is ridiculous.” I attempt to get in front of Cam, and he picks me up with the same ease as always placing me behind Em.
He points a finger at me and I narrow my eyes at it.
“Stay.”
I gasp. “You can’t tell me?—”
“I’d do the same thing for my friends, and so would you.”
Goddammit. He’s right. I hate it when he’s right.
“Fine.”
Cam moves back in front of Levi and Jake, meanwhile the idiots are still arguing about who gets to hit him. They start talking about flipping a coin for it, but right before the decision is made, Emma leaves my side, kicks Cameron in the groin and when he bends over she doesn’t hesitate, sending a fist straight to his beautiful face. A move we learned in self-defense class and two hits that Cam’s already familiar with, thanks to me.
“There, done,” Em says with a sweet tone.
Levi and Jake look stunned until laughter from all around fills the room.
“Nicely done.” Levi pats her on the shoulder.
“Agreed.” Jake smiles.
Rolling my eyes, I point at all of them. “You guys suck.”
A small smirk plays on my face till Cameron lets out a painful groan, still bent forward.
“With the amount of hits I’ve gotten to my balls this year, I’m hoping I’m not sterile.”
“Oh, shit, right, sorry. Let’s get you some ice.” I grab Cam’s hand while he continues cupping his balls. “Wait, you want kids?”
He shoots me a frustrated look.
“Not the time for this conversation, got it.”
“It won’t bruise much, and be thankful I missed your nose!” Em yells when we arrive at the large kitchen.
