Against All Odds (spin-off of The Three Queen Bees and Me)

Chapter 9- Daddy Issues

A normal sane person would give their girl some space after what just happened.

Unlucky for Evelyn I wasn't in the category of normal when someone was upset with me.

I send her a message asking if she was ok snd she didn't reply. I waited another hour and sent her another text telling her that I was sorry. Another two hours pass and no word from her.

"Fiona. We are going be late." My father states holding the door open for me.

He wanted me at the shelter once again. Turns out I wasn't the only one he wanted there because when we arrived an obnoxious blonde stood there bossing people around.

"Father, why did you invite her of all people?" I ask dreading this already.

"Camila Steele is a connection we can use honey. Her father is an entrepreneur and it's good for my campaign." Father says smiling at me. A smile full of lies that was.

"I'll leave you two alone." My father adds in already leaving us alone.

"Good you're here. Help me unload these boxes of food." Camila commands already shoving a box for me to carry.

"Camila, why are on earth are you helping?" I ask suspiciously.

"Don't act surprised. I can be charitable when I want to." She says it like a double meaning and I hope she wasn't referring to Evelyn that way.

I glare at her as she flashes me a smile.

I work in silence helping Camila unload the boxes until she decides to break the silence.

"Heard from Evelyn?" Camila asks seeming genuinely concerned about her.

"Nope." I reply shortly not wanting talk about Evelyn with the likes of her.

"I figured out of all us— she be the least upset with you. I mean after all you came clean to her." Camila admits running a hand through her blonde hair.

"She's pissed. You know what? I don't blame. We always use people like they are pawns. They aren't. We are all human beings." I rant getting annoyed about the situation even more.

"You try texting her?" Camila asks dumbly making me give her a blank stare in return.

"No, only like a billion times." I scoff slamming down the last box of food.

"Alright. I'll go check up on her." Camila says like it was a good idea. I really didn't think it was but it was her funeral.

"Go for it." I say already imaging how wrong it was going turn out already.

"Don't worry I will tell her you sent me, so you can look like the good guy." Camila states winking at me which I found to be highly suspicious.

I didn't want her doing me any favors because when you owed Camila a favor it turns around and bites you on the ass.

To say I was grateful to be alone was an overstatement. Just being same room as Camila suckers a little bit of my soul.

My father—however wasn't amused that I let her go off without talking to her more. I roll my eyes at him clearly annoyed.

"Was I suppose to hold her hostage?" I sarcastically ask my father causing him to become red in the face with anger. Check mate.

Usually he didn't loose his cool in public because of his "image" and all. He clutches his fists like he was wanting to hit me for my comment but then takes a glance at the environment we were in and unclenches them.