“What’s up?â€? I asked Cameron. I needed time to stall. Lots and lots of time.

Cameron looked down and replied, “Nothing. I uh … have to go though.â€?

“What’s wrong?â€? I knew damn well what was wrong. It was the fact that Emmett was standing behind me, either [1] making rude faces at Cameron [2] or pretending to smack my butt with his buds, but that’s Emmett for you.

He interrupted us then, “Baby, come on.â€?

I just stood there, waiting for an answer from Cameron, knowing I wouldn’t be getting one after Emmett’s “babyâ€? comment. I sighed loudly and staring intently at Cameron, hoping my expression said sorry.

“Let’s go.â€? Emmett said, shoving on my arm.

I pulled his large hand away before he left a mark and followed him down the hallway to the parking lot. When we were alone at his Hummer, I snapped, “Why did you do that?!â€?

“That guy was hitting on you.â€?

“And so? We’re not dating!â€?

“Since when?! I didn’t know!â€? he screamed in my face, ignoring the few people left in the parking lot. One of them, Cameron.