CHAPTER 9
MIACam followed my stare and stared at Mason with wide eyes as he approached. Standing up taller, Cam placed down his barely drank beer. “What are you doing here? Nobody even f*****g invited you,” Cam said, standing in front of me, blocking Mason’s view of me and my growing tummy.
My heart pounded in my chest, an uneasy feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach. What is he doing here? It was supposed to be people from the psych grad program, and that was it. Nobody else.
Chelsea—one of the first years, like me—stepped forward. “I invited him.”
Cam clenched his jaw. “Do you know who he is? What he has done?”
Chelsea rolled her big brown eyes. “Don’t lie about something like that,” Chelsea said to Cam, arms crossed over her chest, pushing out her boobs. “It’s disgusting that yo
