Cameron’s POV"Brandon!"His eyes snapped up to my face, wide and fake-innocent like he hadn’t just full-on ogled me five seconds ago. “Oh—crap—sorry!” he yelped, spinning around like he hadn’t planned this entire scene in his head already. “Didn’t mean to. Total accident.”I slapped my wet palm to my forehead. “Why are you still talking?!”“I panic-rant.” he said from behind the door, like that was a valid excuse. “This is a high-stress situation. I saw your junk, Cam!”“YOU SAW BECAUSE YOU WALKED IN!”“Yeah but like… respectfully.”I groaned so loud it echoed. My soul straight-up left my body. I shut the water off and stood there, dripping in shame and rage and the kind of awkwardness that rewires your DNA.Then the door creaked again.Oh my god. Again?!“Brandon, I swear—if you open that door I will personally haunt your dreams.”He squeezed his eyes dramatically shut like that made anything okay. “Relax, diva. I brought you this.”He dangled something white and fuzzy in the air li
Cameron’s POVSleeping in the same bed as Brandon was not on my bucket list.I honestly didn't think I would ever get to this point.But here we were. Two guys, one bed, and a whole lot of tension that I was pretending didn’t exist.I laid on my side, staring at the wall like it had the answers to all my life's problems.Meanwhile, Brandon was on his phone, sprawled out beside me like he owned the bed—or the world, honestly. I could hear the sounds of a video game coming from his phone.Typical Brandon.My brain wasn’t even on the sleeping arrangement right now, though. It was spinning with that stupid anonymous account. The one sending me photos, threats, and cryptic messages like I was in some low-budget teen drama.Nothing I tried worked. No traceable IP. No mutual followers. Jus
Cameron’s POVI should’ve known peace was temporary. Like, cosmic rule or whatever—if things feel too okay, something terrible is probably lurking right around the corner.That "terrible" showed up in the form of my ever-charming stepbrother, Drake.It was a normal school day, or at least, it looked like one. I was walking through the quad with Brandon, still mentally recovering from waking up to him practically draped over me like a human blanket. He was sipping an iced coffee like we hadn’t just played accidental cuddle buddies the night before, and I was trying to act like my brain wasn’t still short-circuiting every time I remembered how close our faces had been.“Do you think that anonymous account could be someone from school?” I asked, lowering my voice.Brandon shrugged. “If it is, they’re a coward. Bet they sit alone in the computer lab, munching on chips and plotting like some low-budget villain.”I snorted. “You mean something you can do?”“That was one fucking time, and I
Cameron POV I didn’t answer.Brandon blinked. “Okay, why is it online? Who took this?”I sighed and sank down onto the bench. “Drake posted it.”Brandon stared at me like I just told him I was secretly a robot. “Drake? Your stepbrother Drake?”“Yep.”He let out a breath and dropped next to me, still holding the phone like it might explode. “Dude. I thought he was bluffing. The whole ‘you’ll regret this’ speech sounded like something out of a soap opera.”“Yeah, well. Guess he’s committed to the drama.”I echoed Brandon’s words, but my mind was not on this at all. Drake knew that I had a crush on Erica, and now he just released this photo, and he might do something even crazier next. After all, he always tried his best to destroy me.“Look, it’s dumb, okay? People will talk about it for a while, and then they’ll move on. They always do.” Brandon said, as if he could see my anxiety.“Drake wants to ruin me. He wants to humiliate me so he can steal my fucking inheritance.”“Then don’t
Cameron POV My stomach flipped and my thumb hovered over the answer button like it weighed a million pounds. I swiped to answer and placed the phone against my ears,"Hey.""Hey," she said, and her voice was softer than I expected it to be. There wasn't any judgment or ice to it, it was comfortable. "You okay?"I let out this weird half-laugh and it was the kind that sounds like you’re about to explode but you’re trying not to. “Define okay.”“I saw the picture. I think everyone has.”Of course she had.I sighed and leaned back against the cold bleacher, my heart bouncing around like it had no idea what speed to settle on. “It’s not what it looks like.”“So explain it to me, because I was very surprised to see that.”“The reason it was posted was because I was with Brandon and Drake wanted to make me frustrated,” I blurted out.“Wait—Brandon? Like, student president Brandon? You’re dating him now?”“It’s fake,” I said flatly. “The whole Brandon thing—it’s not real.”She grew quiet, I
Brandon POVI was still pissed. No—scratch that. I was livid.Cameron had the audacity to call me out like I was the villain, like I crossed some line when he was the one playing emotional ping-pong with me. One minute he wanted me, the next he was making googly eyes at Erica like I was invisible.I stormed out of school, music blasting through my headphones. My fists were buried in my hoodie pockets, and my jaw was clenched so tight I half-expected to chip a tooth.When I got home, I barely made it through the door before I heard hushed voices.My parents were in the living room. Whispering.“Um… hey?” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Why do you two look like you're trying to hack the Pentagon?”Mom looked up first, and just from her face, I knew I was in for it.“Brandon,” she said, her voice slow and steady, holding up the phone like it was radioactive. “Care to explain this?”Didn’t need to look. I already knew.The photo.Cameron and Erica. A little too close. Too comfortable.I cu
Brandon’s POVThere was a brief pause on the line. I could hear Cameron exhale slowly, like the mention of her name triggered something he wasn’t ready to face.“Brandon…” he said quietly, his voice suddenly guarded. “Do we really have to talk about her?”“Yes we need to,” I replied, keeping my tone gentle but firm.He wasn't running away from this, not when I have the control of the situation.“You said you want me to help you, the only way I can help is when you tell me everything that happened.”Silence, I could hear the faint sound of his breathing on the other end but he didn't say anything.“I will come to you and explain,” he muttered.The call ended, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, still holding my phone like it was a grenade that hadn’t gone off yet.He was going to tell me everythingI should’ve felt satisfied. Triumphant. This was the moment I’d been working toward, I was moving closer to my plan.I had everything under control and I will see to it that he is under
Cameron’s POVWalking into Brandon’s house felt like stepping onto a stage. I knew the script, knew the role I was supposed to play, but my stomach still twisted like I was about to bomb a school presentation.Brandon’s hand found mine just before we stepped into the living room, fingers interlocking like we’d been doing this forever. He gave me a small smile.Showtime.His mom was on the couch, flipping through some lifestyle magazine like she wasn’t watching the door. But the way her eyes flicked up the second we walked in? Yeah, she was totally watching. His dad glanced up from the TV, remote in hand, expression neutral.“Hi, Mrs. Deville. Mr. Deville,” I said, trying to keep my voice smooth. Like the version of me they’d met before—just… upgraded. Lover-boy edition.Brandon tugged me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist like it was second nature. Like we’d done this before. We hadn’t, not really, but it didn’t feel fake. Not completely.“We’re back,” Brandon announced, like th
Cameron POV I stood at the edge of the room like I was about to deliver some big speech, arms crossed and spine stiff. Brandon was tossing a hoodie onto his bed, totally unbothered by the fact that I was about to break some sort of weird unspoken routine we’d apparently fallen into."I'm sleeping on the couch," I said, louder than necessary. Like I was trying to convince myself as much as him.Brandon glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. "Okay."That was it. No protest. No teasing. No smug smirk. Just... "Okay."I blinked. "You’re not even gonna argue about it?"He shrugged. "What would be the point? You already sound like you've made up your mind so enjoy yourself."I hated how logical he sounded. And how calm he sounded. Like it didn’t matter. Like I didn’t matter.I folded my arms tighter across my chest. "It’s just... those matching things we bought today were just for your mom, okay? For show. Doesn’t mean we actually have to—you know—sleep in the same bed."Brandon di
Cameron’s POVWe just got home from the mall and we went to set things down at Brandon’s room.We’d just finished “straightening” the sheets, which should’ve taken two minutes max, but leave it to Brandon to turn it into some kind of Olympic sport.I collapsed onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh, arms flopping out like I’d just survived a battlefield instead of bed-making. “Finally,” I muttered. “A place to die peacefully.”Brandon snorted behind me. “You’re so dramatic, it's just a bed.”“Excuse you,” I mumbled into the comforter. “I nearly lost a limb to that damn fitted sheet. You saw it so why are you sounding clueless?”He chuckled, and I could practically hear the smug grin in his voice. “You wrestled it like it owed you money.”“It did owe me money. And emotional stability because it took us such a long time to get it done.”Just as I started to melt into the softness, I felt pressure hit my side. Not just near me. On top of me.I pulled the comforter off me and I blinked u
Cameron’s POVI woke up to sunlight stabbing me straight in the face and it felt like the universe was against me having proper sleep.Groaning, I rolled over and fumbled for my phone, which had been buzzing for a while.Dad.God, what did he want now?I let it ring for a few seconds, dragging my fingers through my disaster of hair, before finally picking it up. “Morning,” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t still halfway inside a dream.“Any updates?” Dad said with his voice sharp It was obvious he was in business-mode. But he couldn't even say hello.I sat up and let my feet hit the floor. “Yeah. Brandon’s parents are... they’re really supportive.”There was a short pause and I was sure he didn't even flinch “Good,” he said. “Very good. We’ll arrange a dinner between both families. It’s time to discuss future collaborations.”And then he added, like he was commenting on my science project, “Nice work. You picked a good one.”I blinked and stared at the wall. That was it? No how
Cameron’s POVWalking into Brandon’s house felt like stepping onto a stage. I knew the script, knew the role I was supposed to play, but my stomach still twisted like I was about to bomb a school presentation.Brandon’s hand found mine just before we stepped into the living room, fingers interlocking like we’d been doing this forever. He gave me a small smile.Showtime.His mom was on the couch, flipping through some lifestyle magazine like she wasn’t watching the door. But the way her eyes flicked up the second we walked in? Yeah, she was totally watching. His dad glanced up from the TV, remote in hand, expression neutral.“Hi, Mrs. Deville. Mr. Deville,” I said, trying to keep my voice smooth. Like the version of me they’d met before—just… upgraded. Lover-boy edition.Brandon tugged me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist like it was second nature. Like we’d done this before. We hadn’t, not really, but it didn’t feel fake. Not completely.“We’re back,” Brandon announced, like th
Brandon’s POVThere was a brief pause on the line. I could hear Cameron exhale slowly, like the mention of her name triggered something he wasn’t ready to face.“Brandon…” he said quietly, his voice suddenly guarded. “Do we really have to talk about her?”“Yes we need to,” I replied, keeping my tone gentle but firm.He wasn't running away from this, not when I have the control of the situation.“You said you want me to help you, the only way I can help is when you tell me everything that happened.”Silence, I could hear the faint sound of his breathing on the other end but he didn't say anything.“I will come to you and explain,” he muttered.The call ended, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, still holding my phone like it was a grenade that hadn’t gone off yet.He was going to tell me everythingI should’ve felt satisfied. Triumphant. This was the moment I’d been working toward, I was moving closer to my plan.I had everything under control and I will see to it that he is under
Brandon POVI was still pissed. No—scratch that. I was livid.Cameron had the audacity to call me out like I was the villain, like I crossed some line when he was the one playing emotional ping-pong with me. One minute he wanted me, the next he was making googly eyes at Erica like I was invisible.I stormed out of school, music blasting through my headphones. My fists were buried in my hoodie pockets, and my jaw was clenched so tight I half-expected to chip a tooth.When I got home, I barely made it through the door before I heard hushed voices.My parents were in the living room. Whispering.“Um… hey?” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Why do you two look like you're trying to hack the Pentagon?”Mom looked up first, and just from her face, I knew I was in for it.“Brandon,” she said, her voice slow and steady, holding up the phone like it was radioactive. “Care to explain this?”Didn’t need to look. I already knew.The photo.Cameron and Erica. A little too close. Too comfortable.I cu
Cameron POV My stomach flipped and my thumb hovered over the answer button like it weighed a million pounds. I swiped to answer and placed the phone against my ears,"Hey.""Hey," she said, and her voice was softer than I expected it to be. There wasn't any judgment or ice to it, it was comfortable. "You okay?"I let out this weird half-laugh and it was the kind that sounds like you’re about to explode but you’re trying not to. “Define okay.”“I saw the picture. I think everyone has.”Of course she had.I sighed and leaned back against the cold bleacher, my heart bouncing around like it had no idea what speed to settle on. “It’s not what it looks like.”“So explain it to me, because I was very surprised to see that.”“The reason it was posted was because I was with Brandon and Drake wanted to make me frustrated,” I blurted out.“Wait—Brandon? Like, student president Brandon? You’re dating him now?”“It’s fake,” I said flatly. “The whole Brandon thing—it’s not real.”She grew quiet, I
Cameron POV I didn’t answer.Brandon blinked. “Okay, why is it online? Who took this?”I sighed and sank down onto the bench. “Drake posted it.”Brandon stared at me like I just told him I was secretly a robot. “Drake? Your stepbrother Drake?”“Yep.”He let out a breath and dropped next to me, still holding the phone like it might explode. “Dude. I thought he was bluffing. The whole ‘you’ll regret this’ speech sounded like something out of a soap opera.”“Yeah, well. Guess he’s committed to the drama.”I echoed Brandon’s words, but my mind was not on this at all. Drake knew that I had a crush on Erica, and now he just released this photo, and he might do something even crazier next. After all, he always tried his best to destroy me.“Look, it’s dumb, okay? People will talk about it for a while, and then they’ll move on. They always do.” Brandon said, as if he could see my anxiety.“Drake wants to ruin me. He wants to humiliate me so he can steal my fucking inheritance.”“Then don’t
Cameron’s POVI should’ve known peace was temporary. Like, cosmic rule or whatever—if things feel too okay, something terrible is probably lurking right around the corner.That "terrible" showed up in the form of my ever-charming stepbrother, Drake.It was a normal school day, or at least, it looked like one. I was walking through the quad with Brandon, still mentally recovering from waking up to him practically draped over me like a human blanket. He was sipping an iced coffee like we hadn’t just played accidental cuddle buddies the night before, and I was trying to act like my brain wasn’t still short-circuiting every time I remembered how close our faces had been.“Do you think that anonymous account could be someone from school?” I asked, lowering my voice.Brandon shrugged. “If it is, they’re a coward. Bet they sit alone in the computer lab, munching on chips and plotting like some low-budget villain.”I snorted. “You mean something you can do?”“That was one fucking time, and I