“That’s exactly why I don’t wanna go. That party is going to be full of people that don’t like me.”
Kayla put her hands on her hips, “I know you ain’t scared?”
“Kayla, please.”
Kayla grinned, “You scared. Scared of liking Cam.”
Diamond threw a pillow at her, “Girl, please. I don’t like that boy.”
“Ok, show me. Let’s go.”
By the time they got there, the Stone estate was lit up like a movie set. Music could be heard from up the street where theywere walking from. Expensive cars belonging to privileged kids were parked neatly.
Diamond stopped before they reached the gates, “Kayla, we don’t belong here.”
Kayla grinned and looped her arm around Diamond’s, “We do tonight.”
Inside, the air was thick with perfume, laughter, and luxury, Diamond couldn’t believe he lived there. It was some shit straight out of a movie. Cam stood near the staircase, dressed to kill, black tee, black jeans, and his chain shining. The moment he spotted her, his whole expression changed; he made his way through the crowd, ignoring everyone calling his name.
“Look at you, popping out.”
“Kayla made me,” she said with a smile.
“Then I owe her a thank you.”
“It’s all good, bro,” Kayla shot back with a smile.
“Right, sis.”
Diamond frowned upon the little moment they created because, no. His eyes traced back to her like he wanted to remember it. “You look nice.”
She rolled her eyes the way her stomach was flipping, “I look regular.”
“Not to me.”
Before she could reply, a familiar voice cut through, sounding like it was right in her ear.
“Damn, y’all just lettinganybodyin.”
Diamond didn’t have to turn around to know it was Farrah. When she did, Farrah stood there looking flawless as always, a drink in her hand and a fake smile in her lips. Cam shook his head, “Farrah, chill.” He finally spoke.
Diamond cut right in, “You right. Guess the invite list got a lil messy.”
“Definitely.” Farrah shot back.
“Clown shit, I’m gon’ grab a drink,” Diamond dismissed herself as Cam smirked.
The rest of the night was blurred: music, laughter, lights, and a mad ass Farrah entertained the fuck out of Diamond. Cam made sure she and Kayla were good all night. He brought them drinks, introduced them to people who wouldn’t look their way outside of that setting. He stayed close without crowding their space and Diamond appreciated that. He was the same, no matter who was around.
When they finally left, he walked them outside himself, ignoring the stares and side conversations. The night air was cool, the streets were lit with teens, but she saw him, Cameron Stone.
“Thanks for coming,” he said.
Diamond ran her hands over the two-piece Nike fit she was wearing, “Wasn’t that bad.”
Kayla chimed right in, “She had fun, bro.”
“Anyway, happy birthday, Cameron,” Diamond said finally.
