My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 17

Cameron

I still inside of Sadie as I come, feeling like shit immediately afterwards. She was just there, and I was pissed, and I didn't know what else to do to get these feelings out.

Maddie clearly wasn't interested in a relationship with me, she proved that today in the hallway, so what the hell does it matter if I fucked Sadie again?

I guess I'm so mad because I realized I actually might have feelings for her, and that completely petrified me. Just like always, I push her away when I start to feel close to her and become a dick, the person I just got her to stop hating only last week.

Sadie presses her lips to mine and slides off of me, a satisfied smile tugging at her mouth. She knows she got to me. She went from crying this morning to fucking me in her backseat, and it almost makes me cringe that she feels special. Nothing about this was special.

"It's always so good." She sighs, sliding her yoga pants back up onto her hips. "Thanks again. Guess you really aren't with little miss goody good."

"I told you I wasn't. She's Ethan's sister."

"And if she wasn't Ethan's sister?" She arches a brow up again, and it's starting to piss me off at how much of an investigator she's trying to be.

"Enough about Maddie," I hiss. "I'm done talking about her, alright?" Stripping the condom off of me, I throw it into the mini trash can she has and tug on my sweatpants. The same ones Maddie pulled down earlier.

God. I really am a dick. People were starting to suspect us though, and by fucking Sadie I just shut all of those rumors down.

Am I seriously trying to come up with excuses?

There's no excuse for what I did. This is why I told Maddie it wouldn't be smart if we started something. All I'm going to do is hurt her, and now I probably lost any shot in hell at continuing whatever we just started. There's no way she'll forgive me. I wouldn't.

Becoming even more irritated, I get out of Sadie's car and slam the door behind me, immediately heading to mine. I don't give a fuck about the rest of the day, or my practice. I won't be any good to anyone, and if Ethan sees just how pissed I am it won't be hard to piece together what I'm so angry about.

I can't risk that.

***

After a four-hour nap, I woke up to three missed calls from Ethan asking where the hell I was. There are two from Sadie, asking if she can come over tonight, and also one from Kelsey asking the same question.

Fuck.

I sit up tiredly and wipe my eyes, heading into the kitchen to try and find something to eat. There's no food though except for the leftover pizza from last night, mostly because I don't cook. I only ever order out with my father's monthly bundle of cash that he sends me.

That's the least he can do.

This morning seems like a nightmare. How on earth did I manage to fuck everything up in the span of two hours? What's even worse is I haven't felt like this since my mom died. I haven't felt this sad in a long time.

I let out a groan and warm up a slice of pizza in the microwave, hanging my head as I wait for the timer to buzz.

My phone goes off again. A text from Ethan.