CAMERON
“Cam?" she calls as I let go of her hand and turn for the car, with Alex waiting inside.
"Let's go. We'll stop and grab dinner somewhere."
"Cameron?" She calls sternly again. I don't know what she wants anymore. She dug out my dirt, so what is it again?
"Or I can cook, but we have to get groceries somewhere." I offer. I just want this conversation to end, so I don't have my walls collapse for her to see all my scars; I will never steer in that direction with anyone, but infuriatingly, she has this leverage over me that only she is able to pull honesty from me.
"Stop it," She desperately pleads, "Please listen to me."
I turn over with a creased forehead, pretending to be confused.
"Do not do that?" she mutters, sadly.
"What am I doing? Offering you dinner." I chuckle; maybe
