Feeling the adrenaline spike lower, I nod slowly.
After hugging and talking for a while, we ended up on the couch watching a movie.
I’m dozing off when I hear Em say, “I’ll text Levi and Jake to meet us for dinner tomorrow.”
“Okay. Roxy’s?”
“Of course.”
My head is on her lap when I begin to fall asleep, feeling slightly better. David’s words still echo in my head.
Nobody will ever really love you.
And I never thought that six words could trigger so many regrettable memories.
Chapter One
KAMILA
August - Fall Semester - Junior Year
“I’m dying, Kamila.”?
I roll my eyes at my sister's dramatics. “You say this almost every weekend, and every weekend, you swear you’re never going to do it again, yet here we are.”
My sister Ana decided to call me in the middle of the night to hear the wonderful sounds of her throwing up due to another crazy weekend. Unfortunately, it isn’t the first time, and I doubt it’ll be the last.
I’m her go-to call. Every. Damn. Time. But I always answer, afraid that it’ll be an emergency. In the end, it never is.
“Why do you always call me when this happens? Driscoll is two hours away from you, there’s nothing I can do to help.” I take a calming breath, a must when speaking to my sister. On the other side of the phone, there’s a heavy sigh that’s followed by gagging sounds but no vomiting.
“Hermana,I think you’ve emptied your stomach.”
“Yeah.” The toilet flushes. “I called you because I findcomfort in hearing your voice. I’ll slow down, I swear, but I was miserable about my breakup with Mason.”
“You mean Jason?”
“You know who I’m talking about,”she whines
“Yeah. Sounds like he was the love of your life.”
This is also a never-ending cycle with my twin. Partying all the time, not caring about her classes, trying to find the right guy, and ending up with the wrong ones.?I blame the latter on him, the first one who broke her heart. The one that I truly believe she never healed from. Even though neither of us has uttered his name to each other in years.??
“Whatever, sis, I’m drunk…and a little high,” she says playfully.
That’s where I draw the line. “It is two in the morning. Are you with a friend?”
“Yes.”
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes,” she huffs.
“Then hydrate, get into bed, and please don’t call me this late again unless it’s an actual emergency. I have an early start tomorrow, unlike other people.”
She giggles. “Only you would move back to campus three days before classes start.”
Rubbing my forehead, I bite my tongue before I say something I’ll regret. “Go to bed,hermana. Goodnight.”
