Written by Veronica
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[Cameron's POV]
I shake my head, trying to clear the panic from my system.
Did I really just do that? How stupid /am/ I? Did I really think that Scarlet, beautiful, funny Scarlet, would want to date me?
Besides, we're just friends! Or, we were, anyway. She probably won't want to hang with me anymore.
I notice that my shift ended almost an hour ago, and yet I'm still in my car, sitting in the back lot. I can't stop thinking about her. -What I did.
I hope she can forgive me and we can still be friends.
I sigh and turn the key, lucky to hear the engine wake up with its usual roar.
I'm not in a great financial situation right now, so I had to settle for this rusty piece of junk to be my ride.
Nevertheless, I take care of it as if it was a Corvette; polishing and vacuuming it every weekend, washing it in the driveway every other week. I strongly believe in the fact that you should be grateful for what you have and happy with it, taking good care to make sure it's always in its best condition.
On the way home, I look to see I've gotten a text. I pull over to the side of the road to check it.
Two cars honk at me, the drivers shaking their fists, as I slow down.
I roll my eyes before glancing over to see who the text was from.
I read the bright, glowing screen.
TEXT FROM: SCARLET
