Tatum
Slamming the car door behind me I march into Chloe's house. I feel nauseous, my only remedy is getting back in the car and race back to the gym and slam my fist in Camden's face. I can't believe he talked to me like that. Has he always been such an asshole and I was just too blind to see it? Or does he really hate me?
Fucking Chloe and Fiona knew whose gym I was going to. They knew I would run into Camden. They set me up. WHY?
Inside it smells like fingernail polish, and baked bread.
"Ma! I told you I want the acrylic!" Chloe states from Fiona's manicure table.
"Oh hush, you don't know what you want." Fiona tosses her hand at Chloe, with an emory board in her fingers.
"Did you know?" I drop my gym bag to the floor, my nostrils flaring. Both of them focus on me, their faces scru
