Childhood best friends to the worst of enemies in one night.
Cam and Mia each broke promises they made when they were ten years old, causing a rift in their friendship.
1. Never fall in love.
2. Never hurt each other.
They make a new agreement a...
When someone says "Cameron Phillips," I say complicated.
Since before we were even born, Cameron James Phillips and I have been best friends. Our moms were roommates at Yale during their freshman year and they have done just about everything at the same time.
My mom, Cecilia, got married a few days before his and his mom, Marie, gave birth a few days before mine.
Cam's two days older than me. Two days. His birthday is February 13th and mine is on the 15th. But, he will hold that over my head forever. I feel like our moms planned to have kids simultaneously, but they've never said if that guess was true.
Cam and I have been glued at the hip since we could open our eyes. It's always been, Mia and Cam. Cam and Mia.
Till this moment.
Cam screwed up.
"I love you, Amelia. I've always been in love with you."
Did I hear him right? That didn't just come out of his mouth. I might be high. Or dead. Am I hallucinating?
No, no. No-no-no. This cannot be happening right now. Not Cam. My Cam. This wasn't supposed to happen between us. There's supposed to be a balance. I rant about school and stupid boys and he spouts football drama and girl troubles. We both find comfort In talking to each other about our love for books. This could ruin all of that. Everything we've built since the womb!
It's a Friday night, in the school parking lot. Cam just scored the winning touchdown for Raven Hills High right before it started pouring. Cam drove me here, so we walked back to the car, soaking wet from the rain on us.
The parking lot is big and empty, and only one streetlight is right over Cam's red truck.
I can barely hear. My stomach is flipping. I'm on the verge of a full-on panic when he says, "I know. It's crazy. Just listen."
Against my better judgment, I 'just listen.'
"Mia. We are like magnets. Wait that's not- okay-," he takes a deep breath, "What I'm trying to say is that you are my favorite person on Earth. There is no one else that I would rather be with at all hours of the day."
He's nervous.
He shouldn't be nervous around me. I am the person that he burps in front of. Eats like a pig in front of. Does anything and I have never made him nervous before. Why now?
I'm feel like I could pass out.
Of course, I have made up scenarios of us being together in my head, but that's all they were. Dreams.
Because of the agreement.
The agreement that we made when we were ten years old, on a notebook paper in the middle of science class. The agreement that we have stuck to ever since.
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The only word coursing through my scrambled mind right now is...
"No."
"What?" Cam replies.
Damn. I said that out loud.
The silence is deafening.
"Cam." I said shakily, "What are you doing?"
What the hell is he doing?
"We have always said-" I stop and take a deep breath.
Cam might have screwed up, but so have I.
I take a moment to fully take in his features. His usual wavy, brown hair is lying flat and sticking to the sides of his face because of the rain water. He has an expression of anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of hope in his eyes.
What I'm about to say might ruin it all. It would have been fine yesterday if Cam hadn't professed his love, but this just became ten times worse. I can't do it, but I need to end this. Now.
The next few words come out of my mouth as a sigh.
"I had sex with Braxton, Cam."
Boom.
Explosion.
Fire.
Death and all that comes with it.
The silence that follows it.
Braxton Becker.
Cam's best friend, well, other than me.
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Okay. So that was short, but the book doesn't really start until chapter 4, so bear with me.
