I hum. “Pastries weren’t enough?”
He smirks. “Shut up.”
An hour and twenty minutes later…
“Cam and Kam, you’re up next.”
“Lord, give me patience,” I mutter as Cameron chuckles like he has any time the moderators have called us that.
“Group two, please step forward.”
Two men and a woman sit at the table beside us. A pair of red heels with red bottoms catch my attention. They’re gorgeous, and I’m about to compliment the girl when I see her familiar face. It takes me a moment before recognition settles in. It’s Cameron’s date from the Kappa party.
Her wavy hair bounces gracefully as she takes a seat. It doesn’t surprise me that Denise is here; Cameron is a business major, and she might be too. However, I can’t help but comparemyself to her. She’s the complete opposite of me: fair skin, blonde hair, thin, light green eyes, which meet mine for a fleeting moment before she looks over my head and smiles at who I’m assuming is Cameron. It occurs to me then that I never asked how they met while at the Kappa party.
My face heats, and heart races as the realization that they might’ve been dating back then hits me. I’ve avoided being anyone’s side piece my entire life, and I really hope I didn’t break that streak because I forgot to ask.
“Cameron,” I say quietly.
When he doesn’t respond, I kick him under the table.
He yelps. “What the fuck?”
My panicked-filled eyes meet his, which harden immediately.
“Are you okay?”
“Were you dating Denise when we slept together?” I can’t hide the slight edge to my voice.
His head rears back. “Of course I wasn’t.”
It looks like he’s telling the truth, but a question remains. “Then what was she to you?”
He smiles sinisterly. “Jealous much?”
Maybe. “Never.”
He nods, obviously not convinced. “We slept together a handful of times and she has connections to Kappa. We went as friends.” He squints. “Like you and Levi.”
“Good to know.”
Cam’s smile is smug.
“Don’t give me that look. It’s not like you’d want to meet any of the guys I’ve slept with either,” I spit out without thinking, and I regret it almost immediately.
His smile fades. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.” I nod in satisfaction. “Especially considering I almost fought the one I did meet.”
Oops, I might’ve forgotten about that. My body shivers at the memory.
“Touché.”
He lets out a grunt. “Focus.”
And with that, the conversation is over.
“Students should be permitted to forgo standing and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in all schools and in all states, without previously written notice from a parent and/or guardian.”
My mouth drops open, and I turn to Cameron, who also seems surprised.
