AMELIA
"Bro? You came back?" Surprised, Jake utters, his arm holding me.
"It's Monday tomorrow. And I promised this girl I slept with that I would take school seriously."
He can't be serious.
I shoot Cam a warning glare that he brushes off with a smirk.
"Oh, I have just this expansive wine. And for you, an LA beach suit." His delightful expression is a form of manipulation. I'm not buying it. Ominous vibes emanate from him, hinting at a hidden agenda or nefarious plans.
Although, Jake falls for it. He looks so astounded by the board shorts paired with a short-sleeved swim shirt.
"This is sick, bro." He remarks as he checks it, absentminded at the cold eyes his so-called 'brother' is drilling at me.
"Go change into it. Your girl will love it," Cam utters, and Jake agrees.
Leaving
