CAMERON
The bro code is like a sacred rule in the men's handbook. Break it, and you willingly face the consequences—automatically branded a snitch.
But I hooked up with Jake's girl; I'm a snitch either way. Only that the issue is not just that I slept with the seemingly innocent one, Jake's beautiful girl who looks like a character straight out of a children's storybook. But deep down, I know Amy and I didn't do anything wrong, or at least it feels that way.
I don't flinch. I won't allow myself to. They've both gone upstairs to Jake's bedroom, now their shared space. I adamantly refuse to let my mind convince me I did something wrong. If anything, Jake should be feeling uneasy. His whole crisis is just starting, and as much as I sympathize with him, he might have brought it upon himself
