Page 33 of Second Quarter Comeback
The line goes dead, and I stare at the phone, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
With a sigh, I set it on the coffee table and stare at the fries sitting in their takeout bag on the counter. The ranch dressing is in a separate container. I don’t know where the fries are from, maybe some big ass corporation that doesn’t know how to make them. Or he could’ve found a small diner that makes them crispy and delicious . ..
I lean back on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest as I glare at the bag like it’s personally offended me.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I mutter, though the truth is harder to pin down. Because if it didn’t matter, I wouldn’t feel so unsettled.
And I wouldn’t still be thinking about those damn fries.
Chapter Nineteen
Camille: What part of “leave me alone” don’t you get?
Killion: What did I do now?
Camille: Well, that took you long?
Killion: I’m getting ready for a game. If I had known you’d be contacting me I would’ve kept my phone close.
Camille: No need to. Actually, I shouldn’t have texted you.
Killion: Sure, tell yourself that. It was eating you alivethat I wasn’t responding.
Camille: No it wasn’t.
Killion: Of course it was, because you’re pissed at me. What did I do now that I made it to your shit list?
Camille: I don’t have a shit list.
Killion: Cam, babe, it’s me you’re talking to. I know there’s a list. What did I do?
Camille: You sent a cat tree to Ben and taffy to me.
Killion: You have to practice your Qs & Ps.
Camille: Again, Qs doesn’t make sense when you refer to thank you.
Killion: Discuss that with my parents, not with me. They always told us never to forget our Qs & Ps. You seem to have forgotten them.
Camille: Thank you for torturing me, please stop. Better?
Killion: Not what I was looking for, but I like the way you’re applying it. It wasn’t that hard, was it?
Camille: Why are you sending me stuff?
Killion: I need you to talk to me. Just for a few minutes. Give me a date, maybe let me convince you that I’m not that guy . . . I don’t know, Cam. I see Kaden happy and all I think about is: I had that. I had that and I fucked it up.
Camille: Oh, I had no idea you were engaged. Well, good for you. Why don’t you go and nag your ex and leave me the fuck alone? Please and thank you.
Killion: Well, we weren’t engaged, but we had that.
Camille: Again, go to your ex and leave me alone.
Killion: I’m talking about you and me, Cam.
Camille: (burst into hysterical laughter)
Killion: You’re not amusing and I have to head out for the game. I’lltext you once I’m back at home.
