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    Elijah leaned in. "Xander should back off now," he murmured.


    Cameron twirled her pen and shrugged. "About time."


    Clearing his throat awkwardly, Elijah shuffled closer and whispered, "Listen, Cam, I need to apologize."


    "For what?" Cameron scooted away. He stopped moving closer, knowing better than to push it with her germi phobia.


    Sitting upright, Elijah tapped on his phone. Secondster, Cameron''s screen lit up.


    [Sorry, I told Xander you cut ties with the Waces.]


    "Is that why he sent snacks?" she asked.


    Elijah nodded. "My bad."


    Cameron waved it off, thinking, ''What does it matter? Brad already knows, and the whole world will find out eventually!


    Another ping. Elijah: [I also told them about the suicide thing. Really sorry.]


    Cameron just stared, thinking, ''Whatever. Let them believe what they want.''


    The bell cut off Elijah''s next words.


    That night in the dorm, another mountain of snacks sat on her desk.


    "Who left this?" she asked Austin.


    "Xan begged me to drop it off." Austin grinned.


    Xander was not allowed in the boys'' dorms anymore.


    Austin sauntered over to Cameron and propped his straight fingers on the chairback. “Cam, Xan''s probably dying to say sorry, but he''s too stubborn to actually admit it. Hence, the snack bombs."


    Cameron shoved the snack bag aside, nodded, and whipped out her phone to open WhatsApp. Taking the hint, Austin retreated to his seat.


    She fired off a text: [Stop sending snacks. Thanks.]


    Xander''s eyes nearly popped out of his head.


    He spent the whole day in a funk. After evening study, he dragged himself back to Tiana''s dorm. Just thinking about facing Cameron frustrated him badly. He sprawled on the couch, joining Tyrell''s gaming session to numb his mind.


    Then Cameron''s message pinged. Xander shot up so fast that he toppled right off the couch. Still syed on the floor, he frantically exited the game and opened their chat.


    Xander: [Not into snacks? Just tell me what you want. I''ll grab it now.]


    Cameron: [What I''m saying is, cut it out. No more gifts.]


    Xander stared at his screen, dumbfounded, He thought, ''No need? This is my olive branch! How was I supposed to know about your split with the Waces? That''s why I kept bugging you about Milena. Well, those days are over.''


    Xander: [Name it, I''m buying)


    Cameron: Nothing1


    Xander: [Quit pushing me, you brat!)


    Cameron: (Xander, I don''t need a thing. Just drop the Wace family topic. That''d be a godsend.}


    Xander stared at the screen, his forehead creased. He started typing "sorry," then backspaced it in a sh. Typed it again, and deleted it again. After the fifth try, his hands shook with frustration.


    With a growl, he chucked his phone across the couch and sprawled out. "Freaking hell!" He smothered his face with a pillow, muffling his groan.