Page 94 of College Hockey Bully

No, no, no. Fuck no.

Cam?

With weakened knees, I drop my ass to the couch, gaping at the screen, waiting for my scrambled brain to make sense of what I’m seeing. There’s no way. No fucking way. Not my best friend. Not the guy I’ve known since I was six years old.

The phone call to security-Cameron.

Our missing skates-Cameron.

Noah’s money being stolen-Cameron.

Injuring Milo-Cameron.

Worst of them all, is seeing the evidence of him orchestrating that attack on Scarlett earlier tonight. Something sinks in and I rub my face. While on the ride over, not once did Cameron ask how Scarlett was doing. I should’ve picked up on that.

The only question on my mind as I rise up from the couch and storm through the door is,why?

A lead-like sensation rests heavy in my gut all the way downstairs, right into the kitchen.

Where I find Cameron dispensing drops of clear liquid from a bottle into a teacup. He startles when he sees me coming. The bottle falls to the floor with a crash that pierces the silence, intensifying the rapidly-rising tension.

Cameron pats his chest, sighing loudly. “Fucking hell, Aiden. Size eleven feet and I still can’t hear you coming.”

Ignoring his attempt to joke, I jerk my head toward the cup. “What’s that?”

He shrugs. “Just something to get that alcohol out of your system so you can drive home.”

“Or, maybe I can call an Uber, then get my car tomorrow. I’m not that far gone that I need a concoction, do I?”

“It’s not a concoction, dumbass,” he replies amusingly. “It’s Mom’s herbal tea.”

“Laced with, what?” I dip, lifting a shard of glass, but there’s nothing written on it. “What did you put in the tea, Cam?”

“Something to help you relax.” He brushes me aside and hurries to pick up the broken glass. I sniff the air around wherethe liquid had spilled, but there’s no smell. “Why the questions, anyway? Just drink the damn thing.”

“And then what? Will I wake up from a coma a year from now, or would I even wake up at all?” I ask calmly.

His brows wiggle from a sudden frown. “What are you talking about?”

If I hadn’t seen these messages or witnessed him trying to poison me with whatever the fuck he slipped in my tea, I’d believe that confusion on his face. He’s fucking good. My enemy, hiding in plain sight all this time.

Still calm on the outside, though my insides are burning up, I reach behind and pull the tablet from my waistband. “What did I do to offend you, Cam?”

His expression pales as he eyes the device bouncing in my hand. “What are you doing with that?”

“Answer me.” I draw closer.

Cameron swallows. “Give me the iPad, Aiden.”

I chuck it at his chest and his body flies backward, colliding with the fridge. “Why the fuck did you do this, Cam?”

An unexpected smirk brightens his face as he scoots away from me. “What did I do wrong, huh? You got what you deserve, nothing more.”

“What. The fuck. Did I do to you?”I enunciate firmly, my patience wearing thin. I don’t give a fuck that I’m standing in his kitchen. I’ll beat him to a shell of himself, right where he fucking stands.

Cameron throws up his hands. “If you want to play dumb, fine, I’ll say it anyway. You fucked my girl, Aiden.”

His response brings me to an abrupt halt. “I did what?”

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