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Cam lets out a groan and shakes his head at me. “I don’t hate you, Rae.”
“Then why the fuck are you such an asshole to me? Why do you hurt me with your words? Why do you feel the need to put me down?” I spit back, digging into my meal.
“Because you need to leave.” He stares at me, his eyes boring into me with such an intensity that I have to look away so I can feel like I can breathe.
“I want to leave. But I just don’t know where to go right now. How to get back home.”
He takes a bite of his food. “Don’t go home. Go anywhere else. But just leave.”
“Cam, that makes no sense. Why can’t I go home?” I scoff.
He shifts uncomfortably in his chair but doesn’t look at me. He lifts up his fork and takes another bite of his taco salad. Suddenly, my food and drink don’t look as appealing.
“Cam, what the actual fuck? What does any of that mean? You don’t hate me, yet you tell me to leave and not to go home? Please make sense!”
“You need to fucking leave. Get the fuck out of Vegas. Go find another pole to go grind your ass on and take money for it like the whore you are. I don’t care where you go, just get the fuck away from us and this city! You are nothing but a pest and a problem for us. You have caused more harm than good.
“We almost lost the game today because of you. You infected every single one of those guys with your slut ways. I will give you money; no amount is too much to make you go away.” He pushes away from the table and throws money down before storming off.
My cheeks turn red from the utter embarrassment of his words and him leaving me there at the table. The waitress comes over moments later, and her eyes say it all. Pity.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” She frowns.
“I-I’m fine, thank you. I’m sure he left enough to cover the bill.” I grab my purse and phone and quickly try to exit the restaurant.
As I push through the heavy wooden doors, my eyes start to search for Cam’s Lincoln Navigator. My eyes go to the parking lot that it was supposed to be in, the spot we left it in when we got here, and it’s gone. Now in its place is a Tesla Cybertruck.
Did he leave me here? My heart sinks.
I start to walk through the parking lot, scanning it, thinking maybe I had the spot wrong. But when I end up in front of Dillard’s, I turn and look back at Pancho’s and dread sets in.
The asshole left me here.
I let out an audible groan and stomp the ground in complete and total frustration. The fucking asshole took off and left me stranded. I pull out my phone and pull up my Lyft app. I punch in that I need a ride back to Drew’s and wait for the car to come and get me.
One thing is extremely clear: Cam is right.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
When I get back to Drew’s house, it’s quiet and empty. Lights are on in the kitchen, so someone was here at some point. I immediately run toward my bedroom. When I get there, I flip on the lights and see a white envelope on the bed. I approach it cautiously, but then I see the corner of money sticking out.
Picking it up, I open the envelope wider and see what looks to be thousands of dollars sticking out. Well, I know who this money came from.
Fine. He wants me gone? I’ll go.
I realize one small problem is that I have no luggage to pack my stuff in. I press my palm into my forehead. Drew. He may have something in his room.
Quietly, I push my head out of my doorway to listen for any sound or any indication that Drew is here. But the house is dead quiet. So I carefully walk a few steps toward the stairs that lead up to his room. I start to tiptoe up and then chastise myself for sneaking around.
No one is home, Rae!Stop being stupid.
Once upstairs, I locate his closet and try to see if he has anything I can use as luggage. On the floor in the corner is a black duffel bag. Shit’s gonna have to do.
I quickly grab it, thankful it’s empty except for a baseball glove. Taking the glove out, I place it on one of the shelves. I notice that the front of the bag has a DW logo on the front with ravens. At the bottom of the logo, it says Darkwood Academy. I remember Phoenix telling me they went to school together there.
Running back down the stairs, I head back into my room and pack a few items of clothes. I have no idea where I’m going, but if I can pack at least a week’s worth, it should last me until I get where I’m going.
Once I pack my toiletries and clothes, I pull up the bus schedule. The first available is at six in the morning tomorrow to Dallas. That will have to do.