The story continues…
I started to shake my head while watching Camille run upstairs in a huff. I knew what that was about. She finally admitted her feelings to Trevor. A little too late if you ask me. Especially since she’s married and Trevor’s engaged.
As I began to flip through a magazine nearby, Trevor’s fiancée’s Melissa sat by me. Melissa seemed nice, but I can tell she would not be a match to Camille. Trust me, knowing Trevor and Camille for so long, those two are too stubborn to admit anything and to be honest, Melissa will only get her heart hurt if she stayed with Trevor.
“I hope Camille’s okay.”
“I’m pretty sure she is.”
“So what’s the deal between Trevor and Camille? I mean Trevor only told me so much about Camille, yet I really don’t know her.”
“What is there to know? The two have known each other since childhood. They’re practically like brother and sister.”
Melissa sighed as I noticed someone at the door. Since Camille nor Chad was nowhere around, I excused myself and went up to the door. I opened the door and smiled at Tamara.
“Hey, Gerald.” Tamara said as she went up to me and gave me a hug.
“Hey. You look great.” I said as I pulled Tamara in tighter.
And that she did. Tamara was always a beautiful woman, even when she was in that awkward looking phase that everyone goes through in high school. Even in college she was beautiful, but now, this woman is a total knockout.
“It’s been a long time.” Tamara said as she walked into the house.
I couldn’t help noticing her body as she walked pass me. Damn, she is definitely grown.
“So how is everything Mr. Media Correspondent?”
“Pretty good. I know your PR firm is definitely thriving.”
“Yeah, it is. I have enlisted a bunch of high profile clientele.”
“Funny you mentioned that.” I said as I took the bag Tamara had from her and we walked into the kitchen.
“Okay Gerald, what’s going on?”
“Well, I was thinking about expanding my brand to a more national spotlight, maybe trying to get into more hosting gigs and acting, and I was hoping that you can help me with that?”
“Do you have an agent?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well, I think you should try to get an agent, or I could help you by being a publicist and try to find an agent for you.”
“Really, thank you so much Tamara.”
“No problem. I mean you’re my friend, so I would try and help however I can.”
I smiled at Tamara thinking that this was going to work out better than I expected.
After giving Gerald my contact information to the office, we scheduled a meeting to discuss expanding his brand. I’m proud of Gerald for thinking outside the box and striving for what he wants. I just hope I’m the person that can help him achieve his goal.
As I was walking into Camille and Chad’s living room, my cell phone began to ring. I pulled my phone out of my clutch purse and look at the number flashing on and off the screen. I quickly hit the ignore button and put it back into my purse. I cannot deal with this person right now. Or any other time for that matter. Although I will always be grateful for that person in helping launch my PR firm, I cannot associate with him anymore since it could jeopardize my career and my reputation.
I went straight to the couch and sit wondering when the party going to start. I really want to go to Plaza and sing some of Rachel’s favorite songs. Just thinking about all the times we went to karaoke makes me sad because I know I will never get the chance to do that again. Gerald walked over and sat down.
“Thinking about Rachel?”
“How did you guess?”
“I can tell by your expression. I know this must be hard for you, especially since you knew Rachel better than anyone.”
“Yeah, it is hard. I was just thinking about the times we went to karaoke.”
“Well this night will be extra special then.”
“I know when we went all eyes were on Rach. She sure knew how to draw a crowd. I even remember you having a little crush on her.” I said as I playfully hit Gerald on the arm.
“Yes, I did, but it’s hard to imagine the attention was all on Rachel. I mean you’re gorgeous.”
I started to blush from Gerald’s compliment even though he probably didn’t notice from my complexion.
Now I know it’s going to be hard working with Gerald as my client.
My phone started to ring again which made me become slightly agitated. I tried to ignore the ring tone, but Gerald thought otherwise.
“Are you going to answer it?”
I smiled as I pulled out my cell phone. Sure enough it’s the same number from earlier flashing through my screen. I press the ignore button again and put it back into my purse.
“No one important?” Gerald asked.
I looked at Gerald and gave a flirtatious smile.
Why did I open my big mouth? I thought while staring at the mahogany walls of my bedroom. I couldn’t believe I poured my feelings out to Trevor thinking he would feel the same way. I mean what if he did? What could possibly become of our relationship? Would I cheat on Chad and ruin my marriage just to be with my childhood friend? The thought made my stomach turn.
Evidently I was going to if he felt the same way.
Technically, Trevor did not say he didn’t have feelings for me- he just didn’t want to go down that road. So really he does have feelings for me, he just wanted to be noble and keep things the way they are.
A part of me really wanted to find out how a relationship with Trevor can be. I mean we never really explored anything within our friendship. We always kept things mutual. Well, sort of; if you counted flirting and the occasionally touching, but nothing beyond that. Maybe Trevor’s right; we should just remain friends and maintain the relationships we do have and improve on those.
Someone started to knock on the door, which meant it was Chad checking on me. I really didn’t want to talk to him, but I knew I owned him an explanation for what happened earlier.
“Cam, please open the door.” Chad said on the other end.
I gave a slow sigh as I got up to open the door. As I opened it, Chad looked at me with a concern glance.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah; sorry about earlier. I guess everything just finally gotten to me about Rachel.”
“It’s perfectly fine baby. Rachel was a part of all of us. It’s going to take some time to get use to her being gone.”
“I know.” I said as I took Chad’s hand into mine.
“So are we still going to have the party?”
“Of course; just let me freshen up and I’ll be back downstairs.”
“Sure.” Chad said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek. He let my hand go as he walked to the door.
When the door closed, I started to shed a couple of more tears; although it was not for my dear friend, but instead for my broken heart.
Damn! I really didn’t think that conversation was going to go down like that, especially the night before our friend’s funeral.
I really did not want to have the “feelings” talk with Camille while Chad and Melissa were in the same house, but Camille kept pushing it. That girl can be so persistent!
As I was drinking my third beer, Chad came down the stairs and heading straight towards me. I really didn’t want to talk to Chad, but I knew he was going to want an explanation about earlier. Surprisingly, Melissa didn’t even ask, but of course this dick would.
“Can I talk to you?” Chad asked in a hostile voice.
“Like you don’t know?”
I sighed as I followed Chad into the kitchen.
Chad and I kind of have a love-hate relationship, mainly because of Camille. We try to tolerate each other because of our love for Camille, but I know Chad disliked me just as much as I dislike him. Trust me, I have my reasons to.
As the kitchen doors swing shut, Chad started to go off.
“What the hell happened in here, man? Camille is still upset about it.”
“I don’t have to explain anything to you. The conversation was between Camille and me.”
“Camille is my wife, that’s why. You know I never said anything about the relationship you have with her because she knew you before me, but the way you look at her irritates the hell out of me. And the fact you have a fiancée is equally disturbing.”
“Please, this coming from the biggest flirt on campus? You were too busy to give Camille any time let alone your love. You rather have been with your damn groupies instead of your girlfriend.”
“I know you’re not talking about me being a flirt with the way you manipulated women. To this day I’m still wondering what Camille sees in you.”
“My thoughts exactly with you.”
Chad looked at me while giving me a smug look.
“I think you know pretty well.”
“I’m sure. Tell me Chad, does Camille know about you and Rachel? Does she know the real reason why I dumped her?”
I knew that would wipe that smug look off Chad’s face. That bastard still hasn’t told Camille that he slept with Rachel during college and then again a year later after graduation. I know I should have told her but I just didn’t have the heart to. Besides, I figured it was her husband who should have told her the truth.
It’s no telling how many more women Chad has slept with, especially since he’s always on the road, but for all I know Camille deserved so much better. She should be with me.
“And why would I do that Trevor? So you can be with her? Don’t give me that bull about not pursuing anything because you two are friends. It’s probably something else going on with you because you would tap anything with a skirt.”
“Takes one to know one, right Chad. With your reputation, I’m pretty sure Rachel is not the only person you slept with while with Camille.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I guess that answered my question.
Chad went up to me and stared me straight in my eyes. I felt like pushing him back so he wouldn’t be so close on me.
“If you even utter a word about this or anything else to Camille, I swear I will whistle blow your relationship with Melissa to her boss and get her fired.”
“Why would you when I have your secret holding on your head?”
“For leverage; I know you wouldn’t because you wouldn’t want Melissa fired, would you? I know about Preston-Wheeler’s policy on workplace relationships. If they knew she pursued a relationship with you while you were there she would be automatically fired. So, do we have an agreement?”
“I don’t know Chad; I mean Melissa can always find another job.”
“You really think that’s all I have on you. Remember, Rachel and I used to talk. She knew all your dirty secrets; so trust me, I wouldn’t go around and act all tough when you have secrets over your head.”
I looked at Chad with pure hatred as he walked out the kitchen with pure joy. He may have claim victory with this argument, but I know he has more skeletons in his closet than anyone.
I just wish Rachel was still here to prove me right.