Camden
To say that Friday night was odd would be a total understatement, but Kingston is just Kingston. He says what’s on his mind, and he doesn’t hold back. It’s one of the things I love about him. I hate that Kennedy said shit to shake his confidence though.
It’s honestly not that hard to do, and I know that would surprise most people, but it’s true. Kingston is a big guy, and he seems really tough, but he definitely has a mushy side. He wants people to like him. He doesn’t understand the world can be ugly sometimes.
And that’s just him. And she fucking knows that. So my irritation only grows on Monday when she waltzes up to me between classes, with a bright, cheery smile on her face. “Hey, Cam.”
I slam my locker door, not wanting to talk to her at all when I think back to the tent and the vulnerable look Kingston gave me. All I can think is, fuck you, Kenn, but I try to be decent. “Hey.”
She leans against my locker, pulling out that flirty pout she’s famous for around here, but it doesn’t work on me. “So, I know you know about Kingston and me.”
“What about it?” My eyes subconsciously search the crowded halls for him.
She folds her arms in a half huff. “That we broke up.”
“Yeah. I know. I heard you were pretty brutal.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes off my locker, tossing her hair. “You know how unbelievably frustrating he can be. And he broke up with me.”
“Actually, I don’t find him all that frustrating, and I don’t think you needed to be so fucking nasty.”
She looks at me carefully, acting hurt. “Camden, just because Kingston and I broke up doesn’t mean you and I can’t be friends. We’ll always be friends.” She reaches out, dragging her fingers down my arm, and I jerk away.
“No.”
Her brows crinkle, her nose scrunching up. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean . . .” I sling my backpack over my shoulder, keeping my voice low, but narrowing my eyes in her direction. “No. You and he broke up, and you were horrible to him. I’ll always be Team Kingston.”
Surprise flashes in her eyes, like she was certain her pouty hurt act would work, but I don’t have time for this shit and just move past her, going toward my next class. Which happens to be Mr. Simms’s class.
I sit down next to LeAnn, wincing slightly at the pain in my side but try my best to cover before she notices. I took a beating during Friday’s game, and we didn’t even come out with a win. It is what it is though.
“Hey, Cam.”
“Hey. Had a run-in with your best friend a moment ago.” I hear the irritation in my own voice.
LeAnn cringes. “Yeah. She’s been a little insufferable lately since she and Kingston broke up.”
“She didn’t have to be so mean.”
LeAnn doesn’t look surprised that Kennedy took the dirty, cruel road in the breakup. “Yeah, I know. She tried to give me details about how shitty he is, but I told her to quit.”
I smile because that sounds like LeAnn. How they’re friends, I have no idea, but I can’t judge her. I’m sure she knows something I don’t. Still, no part of me wants to be around Kennedy anymore.
Mr. Simms starts talking up at the front of the class, and I can’t help but notice how LeAnn’s eyes track his every movement, the pain of loss etched in them. I wonder if I look at Kingston that way.
And whether she notices if I do.
When he asked me to look at his dick for reassurance, I nearly swallowed my tongue and choked on it. I can’t believe that came out of his mouth. But again, it’s Kingston, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
He trusts me 100 percent, and he was feeling insecure as fuck because of Kennedy trying to mess with his head. I hate games like that. Part of me was tempted to do it, so I could boost his ego back to where it belongs, but the other part of me knew it was dangerous.
Kingston Wells may as well be a God. He’s gorgeous. Completely and flawlessly gorgeous, and it’s hard enough to cool my libido when I’m close to him. Seeing his dick and knowing that it’s as perfect as the rest of him wouldn’t bode well for me.
But I still feel guilty about it, knowing he really did need me, and I told him to sleep it off.
Even if it was the most ridiculous of scenarios.