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I don’t need all these yahoos of peace to tell me that it was wrong or try to pick my brain apart.
“Maybe I can arrange a phone call for you?”
I look up from my hands. “Could you? Because that would be amazing.”
“Who do you want to call?”
My teeth bite into the flesh of my lower lip. I glance at the time on my watch, trying to pinpoint what time it is. As I deduct a couple of hours, I sigh. It’s right in the middle of practice.
No one is going to answer.
“I’ll call my dad,” I say.
“Okay.” Dr. Shadid pushes the phone on his desk across to me and then stands to his feet. “I’ll give you some privacy. When you’re finished, you can find me in the lounge. I’ll have a sit down with Samuel as well, and then the two of you together. Can you handle that?”
I shrug. “Sounds like I don’t have a choice.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Nila
I don’t know why I’m so mad at him.
Really. I don’t.
And as I sit here, scrolling through social media, staring at the posts of people that I don’t even know in real life, I can’t come to a conclusion. I mean, it was shocking seeing him punch Samuel—even if he was being a jerk...
But...
We’re at an anger management retreat.
Cameron should’ve known better and just let the staff handle it. Because if this gets out to the public, I have no idea how to handle it—and what happens if they figure out it was my fault? It could cost me my reputation.
I lean back against the couch, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.
Why did I let myself get into the mess?
Part of me does find Cameron’s instinct to protect me appealing—maybe even sexy—but the fact he didn’t think it through at all stresses me out. He’s a high-profile athlete, and eyes are definitely on him right now. If this gets out, he could lose his spot on the team...
If that happened, I’d feel so guilty.
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
“Can I sit here?” a friendly, deep voice says from above me.
My eyes flutter open and I catch sight of Dr. Shadid, a warm smile on his face. I swear the man always has that same expression on his face. I’m not even sure if it’s genuine. But that’s okay.
“Sure.”
He nods and plops down beside me. “Anything interesting on the internet today?”
I shake my head. “Not really. I just posted a few pictures of the sunset and mountains on Cameron’s social media. I’m trying to keep it light.”
“Ah, while the world is waiting for him to slip up.”
“I don’t think they want him to slip up,” I reason, furrowing my brow. I pull my knees up onto the couch and against my chest. “I think a lot of people want to see him succeed.”
“Maybe.” Dr. Shadid shrugs, running his fingers along the top of the armchair he’s sitting in. “But people love drama more than anything—they’re always trying to get an inside view into someone’s life. But we both know social media is a façade—you can be whoever you want to be on it.”
