28. You Were The First One I Thought To Call

Elijah

Staring at this glass of bourbon in my hand won’t do me any good, nor will this bird on my arm begging for my attention. I look her way and glare before making a ‘shoo’ gesture with my hand.

Nothing's going my way at all. I thought making Cameron jealous with a model might get her to confess her feelings to me, but it just pushed her further away. Actually, who am I kidding? That plan would never have worked anyway!

Bollocks. I truly am a nob, aren't I?

I order another tumbler of bourbon and continue to stew in my self-hatred. Perhaps I should confess to her? What would she think of me then? Would she reciprocate my feelings?

Ah, stuff it. Nothing good will come out of wondering and hoping like this. I should call it a night and wallow at home.

As I fumble and pull out my phone to call Leo, it starts ringing in my hand, and I see Cameron’s number on the caller ID.

Strange; she hardly eve