Natalie
“Nat!" Cam yells as he chases me. His feet beating against the asphalt as he gains on me. I want to run, but I don't want to call more attention to us than I already have.
I head for the parking lot, only to remember I rode here with Cam, and right now he's the person I want to see the least.
When I get to his truck, I beat my palms against the hood in frustration.
I'm cornered and I have nowhere to go.
“Please listen to me." Cam begs.
“You had no right!" I scream as I face Cam, hurt worse than I've ever been in my life. I watched him and Gauge do some stupid s**t as teenagers, but this takes the cake. How he can stand here acting like he doesn't care is beyond me.
He shrugs, rolling his lips. “What did you expect me to do? He's my best friend."
Fuck, that's painful. Not
