#Chapter9
Camila
/"WHAT?/" MEGAN AND Bianca ask in unison.
/"Why would someone give you money? Ten thousand bucks?/" Megan asks again, now sitting beside me on the couch with brows draw in together.
We’ve been friends since we started our freshmen in college. I know they will be surprised because who will just throw ten thousand dollars without a catch?
/"Cam, stop zoning out. Why would someone offer you money? For what? Is this some kind of scam? Are you going to sell drugs as payment or.../" Bianca’s eyes widen in shock. /"Is he going to pay you for sex?/" She’s already sitting on the coffee table, gripping my knees.
/"Will you two stop overreacting. I did not accept the offer./"
They both sigh in relief.
/"I mean I haven’t thought and decided, yet./"
They exchange a look—a look as if I’m losing my goddamn mind.
/"What’s that supposed to mean, Camila Leigh?/" Megan asks.
