A video pops up from Sienna’s social media with a shaky recording of a dark screen. There’s no sound, just static scratchiness overlapping heavy breathing and footsteps clacking in the background. Like heels on concrete.
A sliver of light from a distance highlights the outline of a car then suddenly, a bright light flashes on the screen, the autofocus overcorrects itself with the harsh contrast. I even squint adjusting to the brightness.
“You fucking asshole!” Sienna shrieks as her hand flails forward over the screen, nailing a man in the back of his head. The screen is shaking but I can easily make out Sam’s profile as he pulls his arms over his head to protect himself.
“Sienna, stop. Jesus. It’s not what it looks like!” he screams. Deja vu, because I’ve heard that before.
She doesn’t stop smacking him as she continues to spit out profanities and names at him. It looks like he was truly caught off guard and at this point can only defend himself by covering himself and the woman he’s laying on top of.
I breathe out a small chuckle at the sight because, well, karma.
“Sienna, stop!” the other girl screams out.
“I know you were sneaking behind my back, you slut!”
Sienna stops hitting Sam and her camera focuses on the girl laying topless underneath Sam. Her arms are crossed over each other to cover her breasts as she peers up into the camera.
“Oh my god,” my hand covers my mouth as my voice cracks even though my words are barely a whisper.
Cami.
“Are you recording this?” Cami shrieks as she squints, her eyes bouncing between the screen and Sienna standing behind it.
“You’re damn right I am, and you know exactly where it’s going.” Cami pushes Sam off and sits up just as the screen cuts off and the video ends.
“Cami—” I cut myself off because it’s all the words I can muster. I’m frozen in this position. Staring at the blankscreen dumbfounded, shocked, disappointed, and completely heartbroken.
That was Cami.My best friend. The person I would confide in the most. The same girl that spent the holidays with me. The same girl that stood next to me during my mother’s funeral.
I drop my phone to the ground as Major rushes up to the right side of me, while Jasper consoles me from my left side. Dipping my head into my open palms, I cover my face because I don’t want them to see the tears in my eyes and the shame on my face.
I didn’t make my break up with Sam known because I was trying to maintain some privacy. Now I realize how stupid that was because everyone just found out he wasn’t just cheating on me with Sienna but it appears with Cami, too. My two closest friends.
My phone starts pinging incessantly and I can see the notifications popping up from the screen. I’m getting tagged nonstop in the video, it’s being shared and reposted. Alert after alert after alert. It scrolls up over the screen like credits at the end of a movie.
How fucking embarassing.
I could care less about Sam at this point. Sienna can get trapped in a traveling porta potty for all I care, but Cami. Cami’s betrayal wrecks me.
“He’s not worth it, pumpkin,” Jasper whispers to me as he kisses my temple. I don’t have the energy to explain how little I care about Sam and what he did. I actually don’t even care that it’s shared all over social media. I’m used to my life being public and people saying whatever shit they feel like spewing out about me at any given moment.
I can be the most beautiful, kindest woman one second and if I promote or dislike something they don’t, I instantly becomethe villain in their life story. It’s like my opinion was a personal attack against them.
Even if I wear the wrong thing that doesn’t flatter my body type or if I’m wearing a warm tone versus a cool tone that doesn’t compliment my skin type. They have more than enough to say about their opinions on how I look or what I do.
My skin has grown thick over the past year and fortunately I’ve learned how to move past it.
But this is a level of drama I don’t feel like dealing with. Not when I feel grief and mourning from the loss of someone who I thought was a true friend.
“Was that the same Cami you were talking to earlier?” Major asks, and of course he does, because he pays attention to every minute detail. Jasper's body tenses next to mine and somehow I find it in me to nod.
“I see,” he says as he glances at Jasper, then back over to Wade.
Wade hasn’t moved from his spot behind the kitchen island. He’s just been watching the three of us and I don’t know if it’s because he knows I have Jasper and Major here or if he’s uncomfortable with crying women but I feel like I need them all.
I glance in his direction, silently asking for his comfort, too, but he doesn't move. He stands there like an iceberg, stuck in the same spot and stoic as hell.
He was so kind to me in his room earlier today when it was just the two of us. During our Truth or Dare and Guess Who game he was adventurous and brave but now, he’s the same cold Wade that answered the door when I first arrived. His scowl has returned and as much as I don’t care about other people’s opinions, I really care what he’s thinking.
