Page 81 of Stanton Unconditional

Joshua’s eyes flick up at mine and he drops his head immediately. My stomach drops, still not a word, not even goodbye. I turn and start making my way up the corridor.

“Tash, I will walk you out,” Cameron calls as he runs after me.

Huh, what now? Just leave me alone.

“I am talking to you anyway,” he snaps. I find I speed up as my anger starts to return. “That’s great, how big of you,” I mutter.

I keep walking at a quick pace, and he follows.

“I just don’t understand you, that’s all. So, it pisses me off.”

I stop as I frown at him. “So, you are pissed off with me?” I point at my chest.

He nods angrily.

“Why in the hell are you pissed off with me?” I snap. “I don’t like the way you treat Joshua.”

Oh, the gall. “My past relationship with your brother has nothing to do with your and my relationship. I thought we were close.”

He puts his lips together. “Yes, we were. Are,” he corrects.

I screw up my face as tears threaten. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t need your fake friendship, Cameron. When I texted you on New Year’s and you sent me that nice reply, I thought we were ok. I guess I didn’t realize you are so shoved up Joshua’s ass that you can’t even think for yourself.”

“Don’t start your crap with me. You didn’t even text me on New Year’s, so how would you know I wasn’t angry with you?” he spits.

I screw up my face again and shake my head. “You must have been drunk. You called me baby and told me you loved me. I was sober Cameron, I remember.”

He steps back and narrows his eyes. “I never wrote you a text, Natasha. I have had no contact with you since we left that coffee shop that night.”

I put my hand on my hip. “Then who wrote it?” I snap.

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “A fucking idiot that I know too damn well.”

He storms off in anger. I stand and watch him walk back up the corridor and around the corner. My mind is in overdrive. If he didn’t write the text, who bloody did? Please tell me it was Joshua.