"Trust me. I thought plenty."
"Trust you?" she scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"
I wasn't kidding. I was insulted, and with good reason. "You done?"
"With what?"
"You tell me," I said. "Because you're acting like I screwed you over. And we both know that's not true."
Her tone grew sarcastic. "Oh, do we now?"
"Ido," I said. "Don't you?"
"Oh, I knowsomething."
"Uh-huh. What's that?"
"You're not the person you pretend to be."
"Yeah?" I said. "And neither are you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Hell if I know," I said. "You called me to say what? That I screwed you over?"
Her voice grew quiet. "So…didyou?"
By now, I was seriously pissed. "What doyouthink?"
"Well, I think you screwed me," she said with a choked sob. "I just don't know which way." And with that, she ended the call.
I looked at my phone for a long moment before hurling it across the kitchen. It hit the side wall, and the case popped off. As for rest of the phone, whether it was damaged or not, I didn't know, and I didn't care.
Whatever was going on, I'd had more than enough. And the way it sounded, so had she.
Good.
I didn't mean it.But it felt better to think that way, at least until the sun fell and the night closed in around me. And then, I had to ask myself, "What the hell was going on?"
Chapter 55
Arden
The next few days passed in a long, depressing blur, which really sucked – for meandfor Cami, because no matter how hard I tried, I justknewthat I was pathetic company.
Oh sure, I tried to be upbeat and not obsess too much over Brody, but the unhappy truth was, I couldn't help but feel sad and confused about the way things had turned out.
Adding to my confusion, I learned from Roy on Monday morning that Brody had made arrangements for me to have the whole week off – and with pay, too – so I could spend more time with my friend.
It was so thoughtful and so baffling at the same time.How could someone so dishonest do something so wonderful?
None of it made any sense. And now the unexpected time off was giving me way too many hours to dwell on how idiotic I'd been to get attached to Brody in the first place.
I should've known it was too good to be true.
Or rather, I should've known thathewas too good to be true.
But nownothingfelt good, especially as the days passed without any interaction between us – no calls, no texts, no nothing.
