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“Don’t give me that horse shit. It’s Cameron you’ve been sleeping with, isn’t it?”

“What?” We both turn to see Levi standing next to us with a plate full of food and wide eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

KAMILA

“You’re sleeping with Cameron?” Levi finally asks. “Cameron Kahlo? Your twin sister's ex-boyfriend?” He tilts his head. “I also heard Nick’s name. How is he involved?”

I stare at my two best friends with the fakest grin I’ve ever worn. “Of course, I’m not sleeping with him. Why would you think that?”

My facial muscles are getting sore from this stupid smile.

Levi rubs a hand over his face. “I have a hangover, along with three guitar lessons later today. One of which is in Kingston and my obnoxious roommate is driving me insane. All I needed was a nice, calm breakfast with my two best friends. Can’t a guy get a damn break from the craziness that is Dris?—"

“Well, let’s see,” Emma interrupts Levi loudly. He slumps in defeat. “Last night, you drank yourself stupid, which is very unlike you. Before that, I couldn’t help but notice that you and Nick didn’t even glance at each other.”

Nick was there? If I don’t remember him being there, that means I probably avoided him all night because of what happened after the debate.

“Actually, he looked at you, and you did everything you could to avoid being anywhere near his stand.”

Yeah, that sounds about right.

“You didn’t even send him a text message requesting to switch the EDM music when it came on,” Em finishes.

“Again, where does Nick fit into all of this?” Levi stares between both of us, confused.

“Levi, hush, we’ll get there.” Em looks back at me, and I attempt to keep my face as even as possible, denying my body's reaction to flee the scene while I still can. “I brushed it off and said to myself maybe they had a fight. But no, no, no.” She wags her finger. “A couple of shots later, I noticed that you were texting the same contact over and over again.” My body instantly stiffens. “I took a peek to make sure that you weren’t texting anything you’d regret the next day. That’s when I saw the name, or should I say initials, on the top. CK, aka, Cameron Kahlo.” Once again, I hide the shame that hits me. “You told Jake and I his last name the night we went to his dorm. You know I have a great memory, Kamila, especially for names. So, when I looked down at your texts, or should I saysexts,I started piecing everything together.”

“When did it start?” Levi sips his drink and looks at Em for the answer as if she’s the one sleeping with Cameron. My body remains frozen.

My eyes are narrowed towards Em, waiting to see how accurate her answer to Levi’s question will be. Might as well be entertained. There’s no going back after this conversation.

“I’m glad you asked, Levi. The Kappa party was probably the first time. It should’ve been obvious to both of us, but you were busy taking care of me, and I was busy being a drunken idiot, so we didn’t notice.”

Emma one, Kamila zero.

She points to Levi. “You told me she left because she wasn’t feeling well, but I’m going to take a wild guess and say that shedidn’t want us to see her doing the walk of shame through a frat house.”

Emma two. Kamila, still zero.

“There is one thing I am curious about.” She raises her brow. “You avoided every guy who was hitting on you like the plague last night. Why? You’ve always been adamant on not being in a relationship…unless Cam is the exception.” Emma lays back in the booth with her arms crossed, waiting for my answer. Levi stares with his mouth wide open and turns to me. Well, she gotalmosteverything right.

Last night sealed my fate. It’s time to pay the price for my recklessness.

“Is this all true?” Levi asks.

Before I finally admit defeat, another person interrupts us.

“Is what true?” Jake slides into the booth next to me.

“Nowyou show up?” I rub my temples, not wanting Em to explain the entire thing over, my reply is quick and to the point.

“Yes, okay? It’s true.”

“What is?” Jake asks all too casually, biting into his apple.

This could’ve all been avoided if it weren’t for his tequila shots. I glare at him as he waits for my response.