Cameron audibly scoffed. "But don't you?" he asked, his eyes intensely focused on one of the books on the shelf. "But it's not like you have to worry about it now anyways. You got what you wanted. She's done with me." That wasn't true, per se, but Cameron had convinced himself of it. Sloane had said she couldn't do it—their relationship—for much longer, not if it was going to affect their friendships.
And it had. It was. It would continue to. Alice hated him too much, he was too upset with her, and Sloane was right in the middle of it.
"But I'm glad you have your stupid work to distract you from everything else that's going on." Because if she hadn't noticed, their entire friend group was up in flames and it was because she'd decided to take her anger with him out on everyone else.
And it had. It was. It would continue to. Alice hated him too much, he was too upset with her, and Sloane was right in the middle of it.
"But I'm glad you have your stupid work to distract you from everything else that's going on." Because if she hadn't noticed, their entire friend group was up in flames and it was because she'd decided to take her anger with him out on everyone else.
