*Skye:
I woke up in Chris’s throne the next morning. I stretched my hands above my head and let out a deep yawn. It’s the 4th of July so I didn’t have to go to work. I slapped my hands down on my thighs. Wait… my hands are empty. I know I fell asleep with the note in my hand last night. I frantically looked all around on the floor by the chair. Where the fuck is the note? I looked over to see Cameron sitting on the edge of the bed with his back facing towards me. It looked like he had something in his hand.
I stormed around the bed to see him reading the note. I snatched it from him and folded it back up the way it was folded when Chris stuck it to the wall before he left. “Snooping much?!” I exclaimed. I stuffed the note into my bra. He looked up at me with cold eyes. What the fuck is wrong with him? How dare he read my private shit then look at me like I’m the fucking one with a problem?
“Chris. Who’s that?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “He’s an old friend, why?”
“He seemed like more than an old friend due to that note. He’s talking about how he made love to you and shit. So when I’m not here you have him up in here? So you’re playing with my fucking feelings?”
I felt like I wanted to just cock back and slap the shit out of him. “You know what, I don’t have to fucking explain myself to you. If I’m telling you he’s an old friend, that’s what I fucking mean.” I threw my hands up in frustration. He got up and grabbed my wrist. I snatched my hand away from him.
“What?!” I yelled. “He was talking about making love to you and every fucking thing like that. But yall just friends huh?” he asked again. I rolled my eyes again. “That was two fucking years ago Cameron. Two motherfucking years ago! I’m not telling you anything else about him. The last time I saw him was two years ago! Okay? Obviously you have nothing to trip over.” I took the note out and walked into the walk in closet. I opened the safe and put the note in there.
When I came back out, Cameron was pulling his shirt on over his head. I’m not going to lie the way his abs stretched while he pulled he shirt on was attractive as fuck. But I didn’t care about that right now because he was really irking my whole fucking soul.
“Oh so now you’re just going to get up and fucking leave?” I questioned. He sighed and plopped down on the bed. “Who said I was leaving?”
I’m confused, he’s putting his shirt on. It looked like he was getting ready to leave. “Skye, you told me what it was, so I’m going to leave it at that. Why would I just get up and leave just because of one little problem?” When he said that, it felt like a sword was pierced through my heart.
“Wait… wait… say that again,” I told him, sitting on the bed beside him. He raised his eyebrow. “Why would I just leave just because of one little problem? Just because there’s problems sometimes doesn’t mean you should just run away from it. Running away from them doesn’t mean they’re gone. You’re just giving yourself more time to not have to deal with it,” he repeated.
There was still a hint of curiosity in his face as if he was still wondering about the note. I just smiled a little and walked out of my room down to Jordan’s.
When I peeked in the door, he looked over at me but then immediately looked back at the TV. “No no! Don’t go in there!” he screamed into the mic he had attached to his ear. I looked at the screen to see him playing one of those damn shooting games. “Excuse me, but I think you should acknowledge your mother when she walks in the room,” I fussed. He scoffed and told whoever he was talking to on the mic to hold on.
