Playing The Game by Shelby Jeff

Author:Shelby, Jeff [Shelby, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Mission Bay Publishing
Published: 2016-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

THIRTY EIGHT

Cameron was leaning against the bike rack the next morning when I pedaled on to campus. I jumped off the bike and walked it toward the rack, wary of what she wanted. I knew things weren't really settled between us, but I wasn't sure what we were supposed to do now.

She stood from the rack. She wore black leggings and a lacy white top that showed off her tan, which was basically a uniform requirement at school.

“Hi.”

I wheeled the bike into a stall, nodding a greeting.

“Heard you had a pretty crazy day yesterday,” she said.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, adjusting the backpack on my shoulders.

“Did you really attack some guy in class?” she asked. She wore long silver earrings and she reached for one, twirling it between her fingers.

“I pushed him over.”

“And you got detention?”

“Yep.”

I started walking toward the lockers and she fell in step next to me. “And it was because of Amy Mitchell?”

“No, it was because Chuck Buchanan is a dick.”

“You know what I mean, Brady.”

“No, I don't. Tell me what you mean.”

She stopped and folded her arms across her chest. “Why are you being like this?”

I took a couple steps past her and then turned around. “Being like what?”

“Like this,” she said, widening her eyes. “Like I've done something wrong.”

“Uh, maybe because you did?”

“What?” Her forehead creased with a frown. “What did I do wrong?”

I stepped closer to her. “Lying to me about Amy at Ty's party. Remember that?”

“I apologized for that,” she said. “I said I was sorry for lying to you, and I told you why I did it. But whatever happened there wasn't my fault.”

“Whose fault was it then?” I asked. “Tell me.”

“I don't know,” she said. “But not mine. I didn't do anything.” She shook her head, frustrated. “Jesus, Brady. Everyone knows about that captains’ choice shit. Amy knew about it.”

“So you knew about it, too?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Of course. People talk.”

“Who?”

“Everyone, Brady. Everyone but you, apparently.”

I looked out the double doors and watched as more cars pulled into the lot. “So you're okay with that? A bunch of guys doing some girl just because it's a tradition.”

“No,” she said, her nose wrinkling. “Of course not. Who would be? It's disgusting. Why the hell would anyone subject themselves to that?”

“So you think it's the girl’s fault?”

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her silver sandals reflected the florescent lights above us. “Well, if they're asking to be that person, I'd say, yeah, it's on them. It is what it is. Would I ever be the one who asked in? Hell, no. But if other girls want in, whatever. That's their choice. I don't get it and it's never going to be me, but that's my choice.”

“Yeah, but that's bullshit,” I said. “You say it's okay, but then you and everybody else look at her like she's got the plague. So it's clearly not okay. And what if it wasn't her choice?”

Cam's cheeks colored slightly but she said nothing.

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