Camila pov
I got up around noon.
I was tired—emotionally and physically—wondering how things ended up this way. At least it was Saturday, I thought, thanking God. I wandered over to the fridge and spotted a note from my mom. She said she'd be gone for the week, flying out last-minute for an emergency meeting. She warned me to be careful—there was a storm watch in effect. She'd stocked up on groceries and filled the generator with gas just in case. She even left money on a card for anything else I might need.
I nodded to myself. Nothing would happen. The storm watch had been on for a few days now and we hadn't even gotten a drizzle. Not a drop. Not a single pitter-patter on the roof.
I grabbed some eggs, made a sandwich, and lazed in the living room, planning to do absolutely nothing. We were on study break anyway, prepping for exams next month. Plus, we had a stretch of holidays ahead—about three weeks off. Honestly, if the storm did hit, it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it would even carry Lana away and drop her off on some remote island.
I sighed at my own petty thoughts. Who was I kidding?
She was pretty—short, light-skinned, the kind of girl guys liked. Three shades lighter than me, and way more of Deron's "type." Of course, Anthony would be interested in her. Why wouldn't he be?
I curled up and decided to rewatch Twilight from the beginning. At least Bella got her happy ending. Somewhere around the third movie—Breaking Dawn, or whatever—I heard rattling outside. The trees were blowing, hard, and the sky had turned an ominous shade of gray. It definitely looked like it was going to rain.
I ran outside to bring my horse, Kitty, up to the barn. She was the only pet my mom let me keep—after I'd already gone through three goldfish and five cats. Kitty was being stubborn though, and if she was acting up, the storm was definitely coming.
While trying to rope her, I stepped on something sharp. A rusted nail. Pain shot through my foot and I let out a loud cry.
"Shit," I hissed, tears stinging my eyes. My mom had warned me about that broken fence. She said she'd get someone to fix it. Someone had been hired, but apparently, he canceled yesterday—for whatever reason.
I dug into my back pocket for my phone and tried calling Tyler, then Antwan, then Julia—anyone who could help. The pain was getting worse, and I could feel the blood starting to soak into the heel of my foot.
Julia answered, but the connection was awful. She and the guys all lived in the same area, and the cell service there was trash unless they were connected to Wi-Fi. I was too far from the house for my Wi-Fi to reach, and no one else was picking up.
I looked down at my foot, now visibly bleeding, and started to panic. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great either.
I hesitated, then opened my messages. I stared at Anthony's contact. Would he mind if I called him?
I didn't know for sure. But I needed help.
And somehow… I knew he'd come.