Page 74 of The Fallacy of True Love
“Thanks. See you.”
She hung up, and I sat in silence for a few minutes, digesting the turn of events. I’d planned to join a study session tonight. Instead, I needed to drive back through Katipunan during rush hour, something I avoided due to the horrible traffic, to deliver a bag to a girl I’d dropped off not even thirty minutes ago.
It should have annoyed me. Yet here I was, actually looking forward to seeing her again.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cam
Nikki
have you stabbed anyone yet?
Cam
no but its just day 1
Eric
Celebrate the small wins. You’re almost one day down!
Cam
i alrdy have more reasons to hate this place
Nikki
you can do this! hug
so how was lonzo?? ;)
Cam
ur such a meddler
Nikki
you’re welcome <3
If there was a world record for the most number of glares suppressed in a single day, I would have won it. The boot camp tested my self-control—from entering the venue and being told that I must be lost to the overwhelmingly male population of applicants eyeing me like I was a joke. And then there were my so-called teammates ignoring my suggestions, only to agree when they came from someone else.
The one saving grace was that the Tritech employees were decent, if not actually nice. They announced that face-to-face interviews with our hiring managers would be on Thursday, which meant I needed to do my best to keep my cool for three more days.
After too many icebreakers, lectures, and team activities, they finally let us go. My teammates chattered about grabbing dinner, but I didn’t hang around for an invite. I simply nodded at the one guy who’d backed me up during our brainstorm and headed out.
While waiting for Alonzo, I browsed through a small secondhand bookstore in the building next door. It reminded me of the months I’d spent hiding in the library before I quit college. Mostly, I’d been studying, determined to prove I wasn’t dropping out because I was dumb or incapable. Other times, I’d been so desperate for an escape from reality that I indulged myself in make-believe worlds.
“You’re such a liar, Cam. Everyone knows you’ve had the hots for Dave since forever.”
“It’s pathetic how you’re ruining someone’s reputation to get attention.”
“You call yourself a friend?”
“Such a try-hard.”
“No class.”
The voices from the past tumbled in my head, dredging up those too-familiar feelings of shame and worthlessness.
