Cameron parks in front of me as I pull my feet off the street. He turns off the engine, and I open the passenger door and get in.
His eyes widen in surprise. “Wow,” he says. “First time I didn’t have to bribe you to get into my car.”
I laugh. “Not true. Video games, remember?”
“Right.” He nods.
He smells good, like he’s going on a date. His clothes are nice and I look shabby in comparison.
“You going out?” I ask. I’m a tiny bit jealous.
“For a little while. Why? You want to come?”
“No.” It must not be a date if he’s inviting me along. I know it’s unreasonable for me to want him to stay single; I’m the one who keeps saying no to him. But I’m not always rational.
“There’s a party,” he says. “Pretty low-key.”
“On a Monday?”
“It’s not as cool as 7-Eleven, but it’s okay.”
I laugh. “Thanks, but I don’t think your friends and me would mix.”
He furrows his brow. “Why would you think that?”
“Are these friends all rich like you?”
Cameron looks offended by the question, and suddenly I feel like a real bitch. “Some of them are, I guess,” he says. “Is that why you think they’d be assholes to you?”
“I didn’t think they’d be assholes,” I lie.
He watches me for a moment, looking unsure of himself. “Do I offend you?” he asks.
It catches me off guard. “No.”
“Then why would you think I hung out with the sort of people who would?”
“I didn’t.”
“Do you want to come out to a party with me tonight, Savannah?” I can tell it’s his last offer.
“No.”
He swallows hard. After a second he reaches behind the seat for a canvas bag and sets it on my lap.
“It’s really easy to set up,” he says, avoiding my eyes. “Just a few cords. I gave him two racing games and a couple of quest games.”
“Thanks. When do you want it back?” I ask.
“Whenever he gets bored of them.”
“He’ll never get bored of them.”
“He can keep them as long as he wants.” Cameron seems upset, even a little sad. I want to climb over and kiss him, tell him how much I like him. But I drop my eyes instead.
“This is really nice of you,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
