“Reagan! Oh no, girl, come here.” She pulls me out of the elevator.
“Wait what?” I ask, confused and embarrassed.
“Can’t wait for next time Reagan.” Max calls out.
“Goodbye, ass.” Camille snaps as the elevator closes before he can say anything back.
“Are you kidding me, Reagan?” Camille says to me.
“What?”
“Max, really?” She pulls me along. I’m still in some sort of daze from kissing him. We get inside our apartment and she closes the door behind us. She sighs before turning to me.
“What’s the big deal?” I ask, utterly confused.
“You don’t want to screw with Max, okay? He’s a jerk. All he ever wants is a nice fuck. And you, Reagan Hart, are better than that.” She says, putting her arms on my shoulders.
I swallow. “Okay.” I say.
“Good.”
“He was just a nice distraction.” I mumble but of course she hears me.
“I know, but he’s not a good one. He’ll just hurt you more. Trust me, please.” She says.
“Okay.” She wraps an arm around my shoulder.
“I ordered the pizza. Wanna start the movie?” She asks, giving me a smile.
“Sure, let me just go shower.”
I end up falling asleep in Camille’s room to the ending of John and Savannah getting back together outside a coffee shop. Both of us couldn’t help but cry of course. It was the perfect distraction and one pretty good welcome to Chicago day.
Camille and I just hang around the apartment the whole day. Not really wanting to do anything but catch up on the five years we’ve had apart. A little while after dinner, her boyfriend Andrew, comes over. He’s amazing. Completely perfect for her. They’ve been dating for almost a year and I can tell he’ll be like my older brother. We joke around just like siblings as Camille rolls her eyes in the background.
“So what are we gonna do tonight?” I ask, plopping myself down between them on the living room couch. “I’m so ready to be the third wheel.” I say, laughing.
“Oh my God, Reagan. You’re so annoying.” Cam jokes.
“I know. That’s what I’m here for.” I say. “Are there any clubs around here?” I ask. I’ve been in my room for far too long thinking about my parents. I think another distraction is in order. The thoughts were starting to spiral out of control.
“Reagan Shay, I thought you would never ask.” Camille perks up. “I actually know of one a couple blocks over that you would definitely enjoy.” She says, standing up. She puts her hands out for Andrew. “What do you say babe?” She asks Andrew.
I raise my eyebrows and smile up at him. Hoping he’d be up for it too. “I can’t. I have to work tomorrow. And getting wasted and spending the night here may hinder my work performance.” He says sadly. Camille runs his finger up his chest and into the back of his hair. I can tell it’s making him weak.
“We don’t have to have sex, we can just...fool around.” She purrs. I roll my eyes and loudly fake gag.
“I’ll be getting dressed!” I yell as I run out of the room before anything scarring happens.
