Cruel? Cruel? Cameron was lots of things, but he wasn't that. She moved to leave, and he wasn't about to let her go running off without him getting in a word. "I don't know what you want. I don't know what you wanted then, either," he protested, grabbing hold of her arm but letting go before she could swing at him like he assumed she would. He moved quick and positioned himself between her and the only path out of the aisle, his brows knitted in frustration.
"You're the one who got mad at me first. You broke off our friendship," he argued, continuing to block her exist. "And now I can't grow up?" His face fell into a frown. His relationship with Sloane was doomed, and it was all because of Alice. Because she'd been unreasonable, she'd thought she had a right to know about everything, and because Sloane valued her friendship more than she valued her relationship with him.
"I just wanted her to be happy while everyone else was making her cry. I'm sorry if that makes me a terrible person." And that didn't count for anything, did it?
"You're the one who got mad at me first. You broke off our friendship," he argued, continuing to block her exist. "And now I can't grow up?" His face fell into a frown. His relationship with Sloane was doomed, and it was all because of Alice. Because she'd been unreasonable, she'd thought she had a right to know about everything, and because Sloane valued her friendship more than she valued her relationship with him.
"I just wanted her to be happy while everyone else was making her cry. I'm sorry if that makes me a terrible person." And that didn't count for anything, did it?
