Wait for You

“I didn’t say they were good ideas.”


I pouted as we headed into another store. The trip was a total bust with the exception of Brit trying out every body lotion. By the time we left, she smelled like she worked in a Bath and Body Works sweatshop.

Back at my apartment, I scoured the Internet for a good gift. I wanted it to be special, because with Cam, I felt like I was waking up. I saw things differently, more clearly. I wasn’t sure if it was him or how I was with him or if I was finally changing. Either way, Cam played a role in this and I wanted to get him a gift that mattered.

After about an hour, I decided that shopping for a guy sucked.

I racked my brain. If I could get him a lifetime supply of eggs, he’d be down for that.

Groaning in frustration, I got up and peeked out the window. Snow was coming down thick and fast, blanketing the ground and the cars. The news had said there’d be accumulation, but I doubted the campus would close.

Pulling my hair up in a messy ponytail, I headed toward the kitchen when it suddenly struck me. Something that Cam had mentioned a few times.

He’d talked about wanting to catch a D.C. United game.

Squealing, I raced back to my laptop and checked out their website. Clicking on their schedule, I ordered two tickets for an early April game, thinking that the weather would be a lot more stable then.

I closed my laptop, feeling good about my purchase. He could take me or if he wanted to, one of his friends. I was okay with that as long as he was happy with what I got.

Less than an hour later, Cam showed up, damp from the snow. “Pizza night?”

“Sounds good to me.” I kissed his cheek as I took the box from him. “How are the roads?”

“They suck.” He grabbed two cans of sodas out of the fridge. “Which brings me to this brilliant idea I’ve had.”

I grinned. “Your ideas can be a bit scary.”

“My ideas are never scary or bad.”

“Well…”

“Name one,” he challenged.

I didn’t have to think hard. “How about when you tied a string around Raphael’s shell and called it a leash?”

“That was an innovative idea!”

“The poor thing just stood there and put its head in its shell.”

Cam scuffed. “That’s really no different than any other day.”

I laughed. “True.”

“This idea is great.” Slapping slices of pizza on two paper plates, he winked at me. “They’re saying that it’s supposed to snow through tomorrow morning.”

I was caught between glee and annoyance. Snow was great. Walking on campus with snow or ice on the ground was not.

“And I seriously doubt that any of the classes will be cancelled tomorrow,” he continued as we walked into my living room. “But a lot of people will be out and the teachers will expect that.”

“Okay.” I sat on the couch, scooting over for him.

“So I was thinking we should skip tomorrow, stay right here and watch shitty movies all day.”

My first response was to say I couldn’t skip a whole day’s worth of classes, but as I met Cam’s mischievous gaze, I said screw it. “That is a brilliant idea.”

“I know, right?” He tapped his head. “I’m full of great shit.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely full of it…”

“Ha.”

I giggled as I bit into the cheesy goodness. Cam ate half of the pizza and when Ollie stopped by, he finished it off. It amazed me how the two guys could eat so much and be in such drool-worthy shape. I ate two slices and gained an extra ass.

Sitting between the two boys, I dozed off while they watched a mini-marathon of a reality show about moonshining. When I woke up, Ollie was gone and although I was lying against Cam, his body was unnaturally tense.

I sat up, yawning as I pushed my hair out of my face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

He looked at me, expression unreadable. Unease stirred like a pit of vipers in my stomach. His jaw was so tight that I wondered if he was going to crack his molars.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

Cam exhaled softly as he glanced at the coffee table. “You got a message while you were sleeping.”

My gaze followed his, landing on my cellphone. At first I didn’t see what the big deal was, but then anxiety rose like a fast-moving storm. Wide-awake, I shot forward and grabbed the cellphone. Tapping the screen, my heart jumped.

You’re a lying whore. How can you live with yourself?

I dragged in a breath, but it got stuck. I stared at the message, wishing it would simply vanish from existence.

“It flashed across your screen when it came through,” he said.

Hands shaking, I deleted the message and sat the phone down. Hurt and a wave of irrational anger rolled through me. Those two emotions felt better than the threatening panic. “You looked at the text?”

“It’s not like I did it on purpose.” He leaned forward, hands splayed over his knees. “It was right there, sitting on your screen.”

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