14. The Part Where I Kinda Screw Up

I went home and tried to focus on work. Arguing with Cammie like that, I mean, even if I have just known her for about two days, was hard to take. To be honest, I wasn't all fussed up about Pam, not entirely anyway. Cameron hasn't tried to call or text me ever since we left the restaurant, I haven't either, but we both know she was braver than I was. My chest felt heavy and my mind was elsewhere, I just couldn't leave it like that. I was upset because of how Cameron acted. I know she only saw me as a friend, I know that, despite Peter and Tiff's efforts of telling me otherwise. But the fact that she held my hand just to make a point about it for Pam, it killed me. Yes, I am confused, I am going back and forth in deciding if Cammie likes me or not. It's pathetic, I know, but I like her so much. I really like her company. She makes me laugh, she isn't afraid to speak her mind or make a joke. And the fact that I like her so much kills me, because in the far back of my mind, I know she