She's the Campus Prince novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 You Really Suck

Chapter 211 You Really Suck

Cameron laughed, “Promise. But you have to stop refusing when I try to return favors.”

Bradley adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses. “Cameron, I don’t think ‘returning favors‘ has to involve money”

Cameron looked at Bradley, confused. “What can I do to help you?”

“I mean, your cooking is pretty good,” Bradley said.

Cameron was speechless. Sure, her cooking was decent. But their building had a food delivery service with restaurant- quality meals.

Bradley laughed. “I’m just messing with you. I’ll let you know if I think of something.”

Cameron nodded.

Bradley dangled his car keys. “I’ll drive you to Murphy Manor now.”

“Aren’t you busy today?” Cameron asked.

“Nope, not at all.” Bradley had actually cleared his schedule to take Cameron golfing today. He’d made the arrangements last night.

“Thanks for the ride then,” Cameron said.

Bradley dropped her off at the entrance to Murphy Manor. As she was unbuckling her seatbelt, he asked, “Want me to pick you up this afternoon?”

Cameron shook her head. “No need. Xander and I are heading back to campus together.”

“Cool. See you tonight.” Bradley waved.

“Bye.” Cameron disappeared through the massive front doors of Murphy Manor.

Bradley checked the time–nine–thirty in the morning. ‘Might as well head to the law firm now, he thought.

The housekeeper led Cameron to the main living room of Murphy Manor. Logan and Gwen were out today.

Xander was sprawled on the couch, game controller in hand, his eyes locked on the massive screen where an intense battle sequence played out. He was glued to his video game.

“Mr. Wallace, please have a seat.” The housekeeper respectfully served drinks and snacks. Before Logan and Gwen left, they’d specifically instructed her to take good care of Cameron.

“Thanks,” Cameron said, but before he could finish, Xander tossed a game controller at him.

“Hey punk, play with me,” Xander said, not looking away from the screen.

The game’s sound effects blasted in surround sound. While Xander found it immersive, Cameron just thought it was obnoxious.

“Xander,” Cameron frowned, “I’m here to tutor you. When are you planning to wrap this up?”

Xander’s eyes remained glued to the screen. “Why stop when the game’s this good? Play with me. I’ll still pay you 30 grand an hour.”

Cameron was speechless. He set the controller on the table and frowned, “Enough playing.”

“No way,” Xander protested. “I’m not stopping.”

“You really suck at this game, yet you never want to quit,” Cameron remarked.

Xander turned his head toward Cameron in slow, robotic movements, his eyes widening. “What did you just say, punk?” ‘Suck at this game? Is he talking about me?‘ Xander thought. He was playing a fighting game. He’d been dominating for three weekends straight and was about to beat it.

‘How dare Cameron call me bad at it?‘ Xander thought. ‘That’s going too far!‘