A crazy idea popped into my head, but something told me she’d do it. Felicity would do anything for her best friend.
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Me: I’m sending Felicity
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Ash: Have you lost your fucking mind? He can’t stand her!
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Me: Just let her in when she gets there
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Ash: I hope you know what you’re doing…
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I wasn’t sure I knew anything anymore. So, ignoring his text, I inhaled a deep breath and climbed out of my truck, making my way up to Felicity’s house. The door swung open and Felicity glowered at me. “She’s upstairs.” Her voice was flat as she stepped aside to let me past. “She won’t talk to me about it. And I know it’s not my fault, but I can’t help thinking if I’d done more at the party then...” Sobs muffled her words as she buried her face in her hands.
“Hey,” I said, feeling as awkward as fuck. “It’s not your fault.”
Felicity peered up at me. “You’re right. This is all your fault.” Her lips flattened into a grim line. “Well, Jason’s fault. But that makes you guilty by association.”
“Felicity, come on—”
“No, you come on, Cameron. Someone drugged her, stripped her naked, and filmed her...” She swallowed, a fresh wave of tears tracking down her face. “It’s gone too far. I told her to stop. I told her to quit this thing with Jason. I told her...”
But it wouldn’t have mattered. Thatcher wanted payback. He wanted to humiliate and hurt Jason the way he’d done to him.
And Hailee was the perfect target.
“I need you to do something for me,” I said.
“Me?” Her voice shook, her green eyes wide with disbelief.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I need you to go over to Asher’s house and help him talk Jase down from doing something stupid.”
The blood drained from her face. “You want me to what?” She clutched her throat.
“I know he can be... difficult.” Felicity scoffed at that. “But the last thing we need right now is Jase going across the river and doing something that’ll only make everything ten times worse.” Not to mention jeopardize his whole future.
“Cameron, I don’t know—”
“Please. There isn’t anyone else to ask.” And there was something about her. The way she’d taken control that morning in Asher’s kitchen, making us all breakfast as if we actually deserved her kindness.
“Fine. Fine. But you owe me. And you’d better find a way to fix this because my best friend is up there, and she’s broken. Broken, Cameron. And I hate it. I hate seeing her like that.”
I dragged a hand down my face, blood pounding between my ears. Felicity was right, of course she was right. Jason, Asher, even me, we’d all had a hand in dragging Hailee into this shit.
Felicity was busy pulling on her shoes when she said, “My room is the last one on the left. I’ll text you when we’ve contained Jason. And don’t worry about my parents, they’re out of town for the night.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks.”
“And there’s a box of brownies on the counter in the kitchen.” She pointed down the hall. “They’re her favorites.”
“Brownies, got it.”