She starts wrapping a red scarf around her neck. “The question is, where arewegoing? My vote is to the planetarium before it closes and then to the movies. The indoor pool at the gym is being used for water aerobics again and neither one of us can stand the instructor. Let’s go before it gets any colder, I already ordered an Uber.”
“You don’t think Ana needs you more right now?”
She scoffs. “Ha. No, thank you, not after what I heard. I know my sister, and when she wants to be alone, she means it.”
“How much did you hear?” I’m worried that she heard Ana’s unnecessary and offensive question about her and I.
She glances up, a serious expression coating her face. “Enough.”
So, she did hear it but doesn’t want to talk about it. I can live with that. “You didn’t ask me where I wanted to go.” Even though she was spot on.
She smiles knowingly. “So, you’re telling me you don’t like my plan?” I try to fight my grin. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now get out of my house, asshole.”
We step outside where the Uber is waiting. “Sorry for being a dick. Movie tickets and snacks are on me.”
“I also charged the ride to your card.” She gets into the car, and I let out a laugh, already feeling ten times better.
My timer goes off, and I swim to the edge of the pool, hopping out. Walking to the locker room, still in my own head about the past, I realize I was right about Ana still being Ana. I knew that would never change. But is Kamila still the Kamila I used to know? Have I been too harsh on her? Or is that me remembering all the good times and forgetting those that made my trust in her fade? Hell, maybe it’s the sex and the primal attraction we have towards each other that’s clouding my judgment.
Maybe I should try sleeping with someone else and get my mind off her for a bit. Problem is, is that I’m not tempted to. I haven’t been since the first time I got inside of her.
Not. Good.
Chapter Twenty-Four
KAMILA
Something’s ringing. Correction, something’s blaring. The urge to throw my phone across the room, pull this blanket over my head, and sleep in all day is overwhelming. But today is important. The big debate that’s worth thirty percent of our grade, that just so happens to be on a Saturday.
My phone vibrates again and shows that it’s six thirty in the morning. I let out a groan and drag myself out of bed. These past couple weeks have been absolutely brutal. Ana and I fought…well, more like she yelled at me for no valid reason, and I barely retaliated. Usually, I’d stand my ground with her random tantrums, but I have no right, not with what I’m doing behind her back.
Although midterms have been the perfect diversion. Em and I have pulled multiple all-nighters this week. Including one for yesterday’s business test, and, of course, this bitch of a professor had to get us all together on a Saturday at seven-forty-five in the morning, the day after that exam. Two midterms, two days in a row.
However, I got a call from Tara two days ago and have an in-person interview next week for the internship at King’s Wolf.
Cameron and I have barely seen each other, except in classes,once last weekend and once this week, when we were able to sneak in two quickies. And by quickies, I mean ten-minute sessions in his dorm room. No foreplay, just plain old in and out. Not that it wasn’t good, it was still great, especially for quickie standards. Both of us came every time, yet he felt distant. I blamed it on both of us being distracted by the workload.
We were instructed to wear business casual attire today. I laid out my outfit last night in order to have more time to fix the mess on my head that’s supposed to look like hair. After a lengthy discussion with Em, we landed on a dark gray pencil skirt that stops at the knee, a tight black long-sleeved turtleneck, and short-heeled boots. Along with a coat and sensible jewelry.
My hair finally untangles after multiple attempts of brushing it. It’s gotten longer since the summer and reaches past my breasts now, making it harder to maintain. Finally, I apply some light makeup, just enough so I don’t look like hell, and some of my favorite red lipstick that barely ever smudges. I stand to see my outfit, making sure that nothing is wrinkled and everything looks perfect. Then, a hint of dread hits me. My hand moves to my lower belly. It’s noticeable through the pencil skirt, there’s no way around it. No matter how much I’ve tried in the past with diets and all kinds of exercise, it never goes away. It’s my biggest insecurity. Despite that, ever since high school, I’ve worked on loving my body with positive affirmations, learning to build a healthy relationship with food, and found out how to make going to the gym fun. It gave me the confidence I have today to wear tighter clothing, such as pencil skirts.
Skipping my daily coffee, I grab my bag to leave. They’ll have breakfast in the lecture room where we’re all meeting. It’s the least Mills and the department could do.
I reach the room at seven-thirty and quickly make my way to where the coffee station is when somebody steps in front of me.
“Coffee?” Cameron looks down at me, offering me a covered cup matching his own.
I look at the drink with narrowed eyes and take in his outfit.A dark burgundy button-up shirt highlights his muscular arms and it’s tucked into some black straight-fitted pants. My eyes pause when they reach his black dress shoes. They’re definitely not cheap. The boy has good taste. I haven’t seen him this dressed up since graduation.
“You don’t even know how I take my coffee.”
He smirks. “Splash of whole milk, a packet of light brown sugar, and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I personally never understood why you have to add all of that to a cup of coffee, but hey, whatever gets you going.”
I hide my surprise and rip the cup away from him. “You’re lucky I haven’t changed my order since I turned sixteen.”
“First cup of the day?” he deadpans while drinking his own coffee, which is probably black.
“How could you tell?” I take my first sip and look at the cup like it’s something foreign.
