Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 32

Babe's POV

“What am I going to tell Cam?" I fiddle nervously with the fabric of my sweater.

“Just tell him like it is." He shrugs turning the wheel of his car.“He's a big boy, he can take it."

“Oh, good. Now I can tell you, I don't choose you, I choose Cameron, I just wanted to take your advice on how to tell you."

He instantly steps on the break the screeching of his tire was loud. Thank the Lord no one was behind us.

“What?!" He demands.

“Yeah, so you wouldn't like it if I just told you like it is either now would you?"

He takes a moment to realize that he was still who I choose. I can see by the look In his eyes, he doesn't like to be schooled like that. I can feel he wants to say something but he doesn't want to ruin the fact that I've chosen him over Cameron already.

“I guess not." He huffs as he starts to drive again.

“Well what should I do?" I ask.

“Babe, to be honest, I really don't know."

I sigh. “I'll think of something." I say to myself.

Nash nods as I look away and out the window and brainstorm what I could say.

“I'm really sorry Cam, but I choose Nash." No! Don't say that, there's too much sadness! How about, “Hey! Cameron! I choose Nash!" What the hell? Why would I be happy telling him this.?!

The internal battle with in me goes on the whole car ride. Even when we pull in the drive I have no idea what to say. Maybe I should just tell him tomorrow. Yeah I'll just tell him tomorrow.

“Hey, don't tell Cam, okay?" I ask Nash.

“I know. My lips are sealed." He promises me.

I nod before we enter. The smell of food fills the air.

“Yay! Babe's home!" Matt cheers.

“Fuck you too." Nash chuckles.

“And Nash! Yay!" Matt adds.

“Nice save." I smile.

“Dinner is almost ready so don't get too comfy!" Brenna yells.

I look at the television, of which everyone was watching.

There was a family, a man and his wife, and their two daughters. All of the family seemed happy, they laughed and smiled when they talked to each other. They were all one big happy family, something I never had. I've always wanted one though.

My thoughts are cut off when Matt changes the channel, and I am brought back to reality.

Soon we're all at the table eating dinner. I can't stop thinking about the family on the television, and comparing them to my life.

I remember the family was talking about the younger girl's, day at school. Meanwhile, Cameron discusses the plan for the next business trip, that's what they've been calling it for a while now. I guess it's better than the conversations I used to have.

I remember, everyday after work or school, I'd come home to a small dinner. My mother wouldn't even greet me, she was honestly to prissy to do so before, but I think the last couple of months with the new life style, she was becoming depressed. She would then go to the living room and organize stuff, anything. My father would usually kiss my forehead, rub my back, gather his food, then go to his room at his desk and did some work stuff. I would go to the dinning room and do my homework, litterly, every single day!