Chapter 3 Penelope
After propositioning Bryce and getting… kind of turned down, I head home. His offer rolls around in my brain.
I could have him, but I need to be sure and not emotional about it.
Of course, he’d be rational. He’s a judge. His job is to weigh the facts and other judgy stuff. To be honest, I’m not sure what he does as a judge. I’ve generally stayed away from him.
But I feel something between us. A spark. Before, since I was dating his son, I tried to squash what I was feeling. I figured it was probably hormones because he’s really hot.
But after catching Cameron cheating, I can’t help but feel that maybe our relationship was destined to fail. Neither of us seemed as interested in being with each other as I thought. I was going to propose we have sex this Valentine’s, but a small part of me was reconsidering. I chalked it up to nerves, but then I walked up those stairs to the library, and everything changed.
My eyes start to water every time I think about what I saw. Whether or not we were meant to be, getting cheated on sucks. I only wish Cameron would’ve told me he didn’t want to be with me anymore. That would have hurt, but at least I would look like a giant fool.
I hear the jangle of the keys at the door and wipe away my tears. I’ve been avoiding Cameron ever since I caught him. I figured because I knew he was cheating that we were officially broken up, but I got a text from him that he wanted to talk. I don’t know what we could possibly talk about. Clearly, he doesn’t want to be with me. He lied, and I fell for it.
Stay strong, I tell myself.
I know how easy it could be to accept he made a mistake and that he’ll “fix his behavior” or whatever. But I can’t. This whole relationship was a mistake, and seeing Bryce made that more evident. This ends today.
I open my front door and see Cameron on the other side. He looks me up and down and smiles. “You look good.”
The fuck?
“Um, thanks,” I say and walk back so he can come in.
“You wanted to talk?” I say, wrapping myself tighter in my cardigan.
“Yeah, I know you caught me with someone else. I just want to say I’m so sorry.”
I turn around.
“Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?”
Cameron shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t matter!” I shout and take a deep breath. God, I never yell.
“Listen, I apologized. Can’t we just move on and get past this?” Cameron asks.
“Move past this? You cheated on me! You didn’t eat my sandwich from the freakin’ fridge. And you ruined my Valentine’s Day plans, you prick.”
“Babe,” he reaches for me, but I step back.
“No. No. No. No. No.” I was stomping my foot like a petulant child, but I didn’t care.
I was so tired of being a good girl. The girl who let bad behavior slide. The girl who was okay with everything.
Fuck that noise.
I was tired of always doing the right thing. I wanted to be bad. Or at least I wanted to say I didn’t want this crap.
“No,” I say again. Mostly to myself than to him.
Stay strong.
My hands were shaking; if I was strong enough, I would take him by the collar and drag him out of my apartment. But he’s twice my size and a football player, so I have no chance of doing that. Instead, I head over to the door and open it wide.
“Get out.” I switch to a calm voice, hoping it’d give the impression that I’m done with this conversation and would like him to leave right now.
“What?” Cameron said, looking confused.
Never thought I’d fight back, did you?
“You heard me. Get out.” My voice was a little more robust, and I was close to yelling again.
Cameron sighs, picking up his bag and heading out the door. Before he can say another word, I slam the door in his face.
I slide to the floor and cover my mouth. The tears start to slide down my face.
If I wasn’t sure I wanted Bryce before, I know I do now.
He wants me to be sure, and I’m sure as fuck now. I want him to fuck me so bad I ache. I don’t know when I stopped seeing Bryce as Cameron’s dad. Now he’s the hot judge I want to lose my virginity to. Out of all the people I could have had this revenge fuck with, I’m glad it’s him.
I take a deep breath and let the rest of my tears fall. Tonight I will cry. I will wash away all the feelings, heartbreak, and anger. Tomorrow I’ll go to Bryce’s house and beg for his cock.
Yeah, that sounds good.