My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 166

Evelyn

"What is it?" Cameron asked as we walked by the beach. This was the third time he'd asked me that question. The first two times, I’d brushed it off with, "Nothing. I just didn’t sleep well last night." But this time, I knew he wouldn't let it go without a more substantial answer.

"You wouldn't understand, Cameron, even if I told you," I sighed, rubbing my arms as the wind brushed past us. The weather was sunny, yet the breeze was chillingly cold—a bizarre contrast, much like my feelings for Jacob.

I was truly shameless for wanting him back, wasn't I? God, I probably didn't have an ounce of dignity left.

"So what is it? Are you going to reveal you have some duty to nature? The second Wonder Woman?" he chuckled, clearly trying to lighten the mood as always, “Please, don't go, Evelyn—other heroes can save the world. You should just save me."

A small snicker escaped my lips at his words. I could feel Jacob's eyes on me as he sat on a beach lounge, being glared at by Mason, who lounged next to him. Clara and Dad were lying on one chair, hugging each other and enjoying the shade, properly dressed unlike my friends, who wore bikinis and shorts. Cameron and I? I wore a simple, short, flowy, and comfortable sky-blue dress, while Cameron wore white pants that reached just below his knees and a loose-fitting t-shirt that conveniently matched the color of my dress.

And then, there came Jacob.

He wore a white shirt and black pants—ever so simple and good-looking, awfully damaging to my heart like every other time.

My eyes slowly moved to him, finding him looking right back at me. The cigarette in his hand burned away, and I doubted he had taken more than two drags. His attention was too fixated on me and Cameron. He looked like he wanted to rip Cameron's throat out—I couldn’t mistake that look. It was possessiveness, ownership, and a desire to claim what he believed was his.

I forced myself to look away, trying to refrain from diving deeper into my emotions.

"Why? Would you miss me?" I smiled.

"I would die of grief," he said, placing a hand on his heart and pretending to be in pain. "Please, don't do this to me."

"Oh, Cameron," I matched his dramatic tone, "I have to do this, and it’s for the greater good."

"No, I won't let you go..." He tried to catch my hand, but I teasingly moved it out of his reach.

"You can't catch me anymore, Cam. I have a long way to go," I said, suppressing my laughter before taking off running. Laughing, he followed suit, trying to catch me as I increased my speed.

“Oh really? So that’s the game, huh?”

"No one has ever managed to catch me, Cameron," I giggled. "You'll lose."

Well, if there was anyone who’d ever caught me, it had been Jacob—the one who had always been there to catch me every time I fell, but also the one who had pushed me off the edge, deep into endless darkness.