Page 20 of Dirty Little Mistake

Bass thrummed through the phone line, so loud I could almost feel it. "What?" Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp as broken glass.

"Where are you?" Each word came out slower than I intended.

"I believe—" A burst of laughter in the background. Her words slurred at the edges, dangerous as black ice. "—I already answered that question."

Kaia's warning echoed in my head:When Cam hurts, she burns everything down. Including herself.It was how she coped. It was obvious she was hurt or mad or both, and it was directed at me.

"Camryn, we can do this one of two ways. You can tell me where you are and make this easier on me, or I will find you and drag you out of that party."

I waited for a response. Nothing.

"Hello?"

Nothing...

She hung up on me. Fuck!

Closing out of Cam's contact, I opened Kaia's.

Trystan: Where's Cam tonight?

I impatiently tapped my foot on the concrete driveway as I stared at my phone.

Kaia: She's at a pre-season hockey party.

Trystan: Are you with her?

That was a stupid question. I knew she wasn't. She was upstairs in her room.

Kaia: No. It's not really my scene.

Trystan: Where?

Kaia: Brayden's House.

I didn't know Brayden personally, but I knew where he lived because I'd fucked around with his sister in high school.

Trystan: Thanks

Creed eased his white Toyota Camry to a stop in front of me. "You ready?"

"Change of plans," I smirked. "Can you drop me off at Brayden Newsom's house?"

"What the fuck for?" He scowled.

"There's a party."

"Yeah." He frowned. "A fucking hockey party with a bunch of jocks."

"Cam's there."

"Ah." He smiled. "Get in." I ran around the car and slid in. "So, are you serious about this girl?"

I rolled my eyes. "About as serious as I can be about a girl."

"Fair enough." He shoved the car in drive and swerved into traffic.

Cam chose the hard way, and I was glad she did because I was going to drag her out of the party and show her what a dick I could be.

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