Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
Xander had a temper, and it was flaring.
He shoved past Cameron and stormed inside, yelling, “Bradley! Get out here!”
Cameron blinked.
Cameron followed behind him, expression sour. “What the hell are you trying to do?”
Xander looked around frantically but didn’t see Bradley.
“Where is he? Hiding somewhere?” he muttered and then started opening doors, checking rooms.
He even checked the bathroom, the closet, under the bed.
Cameron trailed behind him, arms crossed, watching the circus unfold.
Finally, only the master bedroom was left.
Xander pointed at it accusingly. “He’s in your room, isn’t he? Cameron, you’re a girl-still so young-and you’re already… already sleeping with him?!”
That was it.
Cameron snapped.
She slapped him, hard.
‘Enough’s enough. Bradley? In my bed? What kind of crap is that?”
Xander froze.
The slap turned his head ninety degrees, a ted handprint blooming across his cheek, blood starting to well up at the corner of his mouth.
He slowly turned to face her, stunned. “You you hit me?”
“You’re lucky that’s all I did,” Cameron said coldly. “Keep spouting crap and I’ll really give you something to cry about.”
“So now you’re denying it?” Xander huffed. “Afra of the truth getting out?”
“Truth?” Cameron let out a sharp laugh. “You really think I slept with Bradley? Are you dumb? He still thinks I’m ? guy. Explain to me how that would even work.”
Xander’s eyes lit up. “Seriously?” A grin spread across his face. “Bradley still has no idea you’re a girl?”
Cameron stayed silent.
Xander glanced toward the master bedroom. “You’re serious?”
Without a word, Cameron shoved him through the door. “Go. Look for yourself. Find your precious Bradley.”
Xander didn’t argue.
Face half swollen and Cameron fuming, he still made sure to check every corner of the room, including the bathroom.
Cameron leaned against the wall, arms still crossed. “So? Find anything?”
Xander scratched his head, wincing. “He’s not here.”
“Then tell me,” Cameron said, her tone like ice, “why exactly did you come banging on my door at 10 PM, swearing Bradley was in my bed?”
Xander mumbled, “Austin messaged me.”
Cameron’s eyes narrowed. “Show me.”
Xander quickly unlocked his phone and handed it to her.
She scrolled through the messages from Austin, and sure enough, there it was.
That, and the message Austin had sent during her last game session with Elijah.
So that was why Xander had stormed over that time too.
Same pattern. Same play.
Austin had done this on purpose.
‘What the hell is his problem?’
Cameron thought she’d always treated Austin decently. But this? This felt like a knife in the back.
It left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She needed to confront him,
Friends were great-until they weren’t. If he couldn’t act like one, then she’d be just fine cutting ties.
Xander, noticing how dark her expression had grown, mumbled, “I really thought you were with Bradley. That’s why I…”
Cameron stared at him like he was a toddler. “You’re like a damn flower that’s never seen real weather.”
Logan and Gwen had coddled him too much.
One whisper from Austin and he came running.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Xander asked.
“It means nothing. Just go home. I’m going to sleep.”
“You sleep this early?” he asked.
“I’m not feeling well.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, a little concerned.
“Girl stuff… Monthly kind.”
Xander didn’t argue.
His ears turned bright red.
He bolted out the door and even made sure to shut it behind him.
Cameron just stood there in silence.
It was already half past ten.
Sleep? No chance.
She picked up her phone and texted Austin. Cameron: [You awake?]
Austin replied instantly. Austin: [Still up. You feeling better?]
Cameron: [Where are you?]
Austin: [At home. Noble Vista.]
Cameron: [I’m coming over.]
Austin immediately sensed something was off.
‘Did that idiot Xander screw everything up?’
‘No way.
Austin couldn’t let Cameron show up right now.
Not until he figured out what the hell Xander had just done.
Austin: [Cam, I’ve got company over. Not a good time.].
Cameron: [I’ll wait. Let me know when you’re free.]
Austin stared at the message.
‘Cam still wants to come? Did something slip?”,
He held the phone tightly, his brow slightly furrowed.
After a long moment of silence, he finally decided to call Xander.
The moment the line connected, Xander exploded, “You’ve got some nerve calling me!”
