"Hey Cami? Is Brent in?" Clay asks very casually, like we're still friends.
He doesn't even wait for me to talk. He just walks past me into the house.
I'm left standing there like an i***t, watching in disbelief as he heads to the living area. From the look of things, it's very clear that he knows this house inside out.
"Brent?" He calls out loudly.
Shaking my head, I follow him to the living area.
Brent is just as shocked as I am. He's watching Clay with a raised eyebrow as he lowers himself on the spot I vacated minutes ago. He takes my milk glass which is still halfway full, and he takes a small sip from it.
That disgusts me. I've shared a lot of things with Clay in the past; drinks, ice cream, meals, even clothes, but him touching my glass right now makes me want to throw u
