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“Fuck you, Cole. Fuck you for putting me through this over and over again. I’m fucking done,” I yell, turning my back on him.
I’d rather feel the heat of a thousand flames on my skin than feel the burn that falling in love with the devil is leaving on my soul.
Chapter Eighteen
COLE
What the fuck is wrong with me? Since when do I spill my heart out to a woman?
This isn’t just any woman. It’s Charlie. She’s clawed her way into my brain and my heart and now I’ll never get rid of her. I could leave right now, find some random girl and try to fuck Charlie out of my brain, but even I know it would never work.
I’ve let her make herself at home inside my soul, and now she’ll live there forever.
One day, the two of us will learn to love each other, and it will be everything.
Sighing, I run my hands through my hair. I’ve been going back and forth, wondering if I should talk to Cam. Should I tell her that I think I could be falling in love with her best friend? I’m afraid of her reaction. It doesn’t matter to me either way, but I know it matters to Charlie.
I walk into the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge. I’m not sure when it was that this stopped being a game for me and turned into something real.
Sure, I mess with her and act like I’m just in it for sex, but it’s clearly more than that. She’s convinced that it could never work between us, but I’m not so sure.
My phone rings from my pocket. Frowning, I pull it out and see Tyler’s name on the screen.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Where did you go?” he shouts over the loud music in the background.
“Back to the place I’m crashing at. I couldn’t find you to tell you and hadn't had a chance to text you,” I tell him.
“Your sister told me that Charlie left sick. She’s worried about her.”
“Not worried enough to leave the party though,” I say, tossing the empty water bottle into the trash.
“Cole,” he warns.
“Well, it’s the truth, right? Her friend told her she was sick and needed to go home, and typical Cam stayed to finish the party.” I head towards the stairs.
Why is Charlie so worried about letting my sister down when my sister continues to treat her like a piece of shit?
“It’s not like that and you know it. They’re best friends,” he says.
“Why are you sticking up for my sister right now? Why do you even care?” I ask.
“Oh, fuck off. I’m just saying, we don’t know the dynamics of their friendship. Clearly, whatever they're doing is working. They’ve been friends forever,” he says.
I know the dynamics of their friendship pretty well. My sister continues to take, and Charlie gives. There is no in-between.
“Is there a reason you called?” I ask, annoyed with him.
“Yeah, actually there is. I told Cam I’d see if you’d stop by Charlie’s and check on her.”
“Sure thing. See ya,” I say, ending the call before he has the chance to speak again.
I see a light coming from the bottom of Charlie’s door, and I pause in front of it, my ear pressed against the wood.
I can’t hear anything but the sound of her TV. I contemplate knocking, but I’m afraid that we’ve already said too much tonight, so I change my mind and head towards my room.
If I didn’t have all the shit I’ve got going on in my personal life, it would be my new goal to prove to Charlie that there’s something going on here besides sex.