Cruel Summer: A Mean Girls Inspired Revenge Romance (The Seasons of Revenge Series Book 2)

And then, they’re off and I’m once again on my own.

And I usually like it, being alone and able to focus on me, but for the first time in a long time, alone feels . . . lonely.

“You meet people and instantly think the worst of them. You think they’re going to hurt you, they’re playing you, or manipulating you.”

“And sometimes, they are,” I say, tipping my chin and crossing my arms on my chest.

Abbie’s face goes soft.

“And sometimes they are, Cami, but how do you expect to figure out who is and who isn’t if you decide someone is going to fuck you over before you even know their name?”

In fact, in my ten years of making sure people really, truly mean it when they say they like me (or even more unbelievably, when they say they love me) only two people have passed.

Kat’s thing is falling in love in a millisecond and then getting bored just as quickly and moving on without a second glance.

“Cam, he wanted you.”

“He wanted me?” I ask with indignation

But my mind is stuck on the word daddy and, again, without my permission, I start picturing what he would be like without the tee, sweaty and on top of me.

“Angel?” I ask with a glare. A bartender assigning drunk women pet names is a major ick.

“Must have hurt when you fell from heaven.”

To everyone who has ever been called ‘unlikable.’

Fuck them.

Every single one of them.