Chasing Fallen

Chapter 39

I barely slept a wink the night before.

I just wanted to find out what on earth that kiss meant! Did he like me? I mean Cameron? But I'm Cameron. Wait, did he like Camille? Ugh! This is all too confusing. Why does he always have to be confusing?

Easy on the other hand, seemed to have slept well, waking up at a 'healthy' 6.00am on a freaking Saturday to go for a run with his dog.

I had to talk to him. The logical voice in my head had suggested. A niggle in my mind also told me that I could ignore it and pretend like it never even happened. I knew I could do that but I was sure Easy would eventually bring it up, because he was that type of guy. He liked to take the bull by it's horns. The problem is, I didn't really want to figure out what that kiss meant to him because I was certain I wouldn't like the answer.

Maybe I should tell him about everything?

No, no that's a bad idea. I sighed. He'd hate me if he figures out that I was lying to him.

My phone started ringing.

Upon seeing the contact that was calling, I didn't want to pick it up.

It was mom.

I groaned and picked it up anyways. "Hey mom." I cleared my throat. My voice was now getting hoarse from always using my guy voice lately. It was still higher than the average guy's but it was passable.

"Camille, why didn't you come home yesterday?"

"I, uh... I got caught up. I had to stay with some kids that weren't picked up by their parents." I partially lied. Brady was pretty much a five year old in an 18 year old's boy and I stayed with him yesterday when he was sulking about his best friend being sacked.

"Well, you better make a plan, your Nonno came yesterday and he was asking for you. He wants to hold a little get together tomorrow at his friend's hotel and he'd like to see your boyfriend." She sounded like she was rushing about doing who knows what.

"I never told Nonno about Ea-Conner." I frowned.

"Of course I did darling, he's the only thing you've done right in a while." My grip tightened around the phone. "I already told your dad to invite Mr McGuire." She said offhandedly.

Oh no!

"What!"

"You heard what I said Camille, no need to be rude. I've already picked out a really nice dress for you for the event and I'll hire a make artist for us too. You should see the cute suits I bought for the boys. Absolutely splendid!" She continued blabbering.

I'd stopped listening.

"Make sure you come tomorrow, I can't have you embarrassing us since Mr McGuire agreed to come." Before I could even complain, she hung up, leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

I glared at the floor, wishing it were my mother. What went wrong with her? She was bearable before I became a teenager. Then she became an overbearing person that wanted me to be this vessel of perfection that she probably couldn't have been if she tried.

Preston barged into the room, scaring the living crap out of me, "You know there's this little thing called knocking blondie!" I rolled my eyes.

The boy shrugged in response, "Where's Twinkletoes?"

"He went out running a while back."

"Oh, okay. He should've been back by now. Anyways do you want to come with us and the rest of the guys to watch the football game today?"

Football wasn't really my cup of tea. "Oh, who's playing?"

"Vikings vs Mustangs. Nothing too interesting but it's better than the nine hour drive to the SoFi Stadium to watch the Rams." He paused, and glanced at his watch. "Well, tell Easy I was looking for him. The game's at seven pm so we can meet around here at six thirty, right?"