Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
He nods his thanks as West says, “I hear ya, Coach. Screw love. And while this is fun, I’ve got a class to get to. Can we move on?”
And so, we do, except me. I keep looking over the numbers from the Beauty and the Bull campaign. The comments that Benson and I “need to be together” or “have to be dating” make up at least seventy percent of what people said. It’s absolutely insane.
And just like that, it clicks.
I have the idea for my final project.
Chapter Four
Benson
What I thought was an email from my professor was instead one from the media team about this weekend’s photo shoot. The Beauty and the Bull. I’m the Bull. And the Beauty…ahfuckbuddy.
We are confirming that you will be able to share, tag, and promote this campaign. While it’s not a requirement, and we know you are busy, we do want our programs, our school, and this campaign to be successful, and that can’t happen without all of us doing our part.
Also, would you have an upcoming date available for a sit-down with me?
I look forward to hearing from you.
Thank you,
Cameron White
I actually stop walking when I see her name along the bottom. I check the email again, then the name at the bottom, and it’s not registering for me. Did Cameron really email me? Is she asking me out? Am I hallucinating? I close the distance between the door to our apartment and me before throwing it open.
“Quinn!” I holler through our apartment. I kick the door shut as I toe out of my sneakers.
Quinn comes out of his bedroom in his sweatpants, no shirt, and sweaty, just as the door closes. “Hey.”
“Jackass, did you work out without me?”
He rolls his eyes. “How do you know I wasn’t in the bed with someone?”
I snort. “Because Emery isn’t in town.” But then I pause. “Wait, is she?”
“You’re the fucking jackass,” he mutters as he comes toward me. “And yes, I was working out. You were taking too long.”
“Jackass,” I mutter as I walk toward him. “Read this.”
We meet in the middle of the living room, and I hand him my phone. He takes it, his interest piqued as I try to prepare myself for the letdown. Because surely Cameron White, the Beauty to my Bull, didn’t just ask me out. We haven’t spoken but like five times in the last three years. She gives me a wide berth. I’ll see her at a party, and before I can even get a second look, she’s out the door. On campus, she is nowhere to be seen, and I swear she’s doing an online class right now just so she doesn’t have to be in the same classroom as me. I don’t know what I did, but she makes sure she doesn’t see me and only interacts with me once a year.
Quinn holds my phone in his hand as he looks over at me. “What? You always share stuff for the school.”
“No, not that. Cameron sent me that.”
He isn’t impressed. “Yes, she is a senior marketer.”
“She asked me out.”
His brows touch. “That’s reaching. She asked if you could sit down. It’s probably to strategize.”
“Sure, but anyone could have done that. She asked me.”
“Benny, come on. She broke your heart.”
I shoot him a blank look. “Emery. Elanie. Brooks,” is all I say. He doesn’t flinch or even look affected. I shouldn’t need to say more, but just for shits and giggles, I add, “The fact that I know her middle name says a lot.”
While I am well aware I got my heart broken by Cameron, we never promised each other anything. We never committed to each other or planned a future. We were hooking up. We got pregnant, we terminated the pregnancy, and she ghosted me. Cut-and-dried.
But Emery Brooks? She demolished Quinn’s heart; they were in a relationship. They love—loved? Not really sure—each other, and she walked away. She didn’t want what he wants. Yet, he is still holding out hope for her to come to her senses and be with him.
In my opinion, it won’t happen, and that may make me an asshole, but I’ve seen the aftermath of Quinn and Emery. I’ve seen him cry. And that kind of shit, you don’t forget. My homie Quinn believes wholeheartedly that they are fated to be together. It’s cute—and totally dumb as fuck.
So, if I want to be a little excited at the possibility of a sit-down with Cameron, Quinn has nothing to say about it.
“We aren’t talking about me, are we?” he tries, and I shoot him a sidelong glance. “Just saying, don’t get your hopes up. Things are messy between you two.”
“Could say the same about you and Emery,” I throw back at him, and he shrugs. “You two are more a crime scene than messy.”