I checked the blog on my phone, and I haven't gotten many hits today. I've posted some new stuff on easy DIYs to fight boredom and a quick peanut butter cookie recipe in the past week. I knew some of my readers wanted more drama surrounding the notorious bad boy, but I didn't want to give it to them.

Cam wasn't just another blog post to me. He was my...my something. And as my something, it felt wrong to write about him. Especially without him knowing I was the one behind the keyboard. I've contemplated telling him before. I've been dying to tell someone, but I've kept my lips sealed. I wasn't ready to expose myself like that, even if it was just to the people closest to me.

"Hey, Summer," Jason called out from down the hall.

I could only ignore him for but so long.

He was accompanied by the hockey crew, aka most of Cam's ex-friends. Those backstabbers. They had to choose sides, and they blindly chose Jason's because he felt like a victim and spun the story about how Cam must have been jealous of him and wanted to ruin his life.

I haven't forgotten that Jason swore he would do the same in return. I was still waiting for him to fire the next shot because while Cam wouldn't do a thing about it. I sure would.

"Hey Jason," I said, keeping my tone light and neutral.

I didn't particularly appreciate that we had an audience for this conversation.

"You haven't called me," he said, getting straight to it.

I had a list of things I wanted to say on the tip of my tongue. Like why would I call you after the way you acted? How could you think that we're still cool? Why'd you acted like such a jerk?

Cam's changed since summer, yes, but he was still essentially Cam in every way.

"Oh, I see how it is." Jason nodded slowly, then chuckled like he just heard a corny joke. "You disappeared with Cameron, and now you two are a thing again." He glanced back at the guys with a secret smirk on his face. Some were bold enough to chuckle, and the others kept their amusement to a minimum with a light smile. I knew he could laugh about it off, but it would be a verbal punch to the gut if I genuinely said yes. And then Jason, being the typical teenager he was, would probably try to play it off.

I clenched my teeth, giving myself a second to keep my composure in place. "It's not that." It was none of your business what it was. "I don't have your number," I said sweetly, giving him a false sense of my true intentions.

"Oh, then I'll give you my number." Without warning, he tried to snatch the phone out of my hands, but I pulled it back.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do with your number?" I lifted a brow.

He looked to the guys for the answer, but they were just as clueless on how to respond.

Jason sighed heavily. "I don't know. Talk to me?" He squinted his eyes, looking at me with uncertainty like he couldn't decide if that was what I wanted to hear.

There was nothing he could tell me that I wanted to hear.

"Well, that was lame," I replied.

"Don't girls like that talking and stuff?"

If they were talking to the right guy.

My notification went off. I got a comment on one of my blog posts. I smiled. I would have replied right away, but then I remembered.

"It was a notification from one of my favorite blogs. The writer just posted something interesting." I took this opportunity to throw my name out there. "Have you heard about Sunflowers and Sunshine?" I knew it wasn't the best name, but it was a spur of the moment. Therefore I didn't know any better.

Cut me some slack.

"That stupid blog? I've seen it. Their content is all over the place."

"You say it like it's a bad thing? I think they're multi-talented." I mentally patted myself on the back.

He made a sound similar to a snort but more annoying. "They're weird, and they write dumb gossip. They support Cam and his criminal ways. I bet they're one of those psychos that find crazy people attractive. Another Harley Quinn or something."

I was choosing to ignore the fact that he compared Cam to the joker and me to Harley Quinn. While some people shipped their relationship, I thought they were downright toxic, and it was flipping messed up on so many levels.

"Anyways, I wouldn't be surprised if they're like anti-Cambridge. One of those rare people that didn't vote for my dad."

Wait, an idea struck me.

Suppose I could go over the Mayor's place when he's not there. I could snoop around for clues.

But that meant I looked up at Jason. I'd have to agree to another... I didn't want to use the word "date" because that didn't end well the last time. "How about a movie night." I forced a smile. "Just the two of us," I rushed to add.

Jason didn't hesitate. "Yup."

We exchanged numbers then I made an excuse about how I had to run off.

I turned the corner, ramming straight into Suho, who just then felt like a brick wall. I rubbed my forehead. If this kid is built like that, why isn't he more dangerous?

"What was that?" Suho hissed, angrily pointing to Jason's back.

I cracked a smile. He thought that I was seriously setting up a date behind Cam's back. He was a mixture of upset and disappointment.

Suho's lips turned down. "I don't understand."

No doubt my facial expression was throwing him off. If I had been caught doing something sneaky, I wouldn't be acting like this. I sure wouldn't be smiling maniacally like I was.

"It's not what you think. I have a plan for something, and Jason is a part of it. I need him." That's all I could tell him. The rest would probably sound crazy.

Suho looked down at me, blinking his long jet-black lashes. "So it's not a real date. You're not cheating on Cam?" He was seeking further clarification.

"We're not together." Yet.

The image of me walking side by side with Cam,

Suho's brows rose. "Sure thing."

I felt heat creeping up on my cheeks, and my hand flew out to slap his bicep. He flinched then rubbed the patch of skin that had been assaulted.

Not being fazed by my violent tendencies, Suho continued. "Good because I'd hate to have to end our friendship because I'm loyal to Cam."

I laughed, giving him an eye roll. "No worries. I got this." I winked.

Suho finally gave me a hint of a smile. "He was right about you. You are fiery and determined."

I grinned. I liked hearing that Cam was talking about me, but I liked it more that he knew me. And I knew him too, well enough to want to figure out what was keeping him chained up.

Once that was out in the open, everything would change, whether he wanted it to or not.