Chapter 39

Camden

Tate has been quiet since she got on the plane this morning. She's nervous. I can tell. I know because I used to be the same way before a fight.

Standing outside the dressing room, I wait for Debs and Thomas to leave. I need Tate alone. I need to break through that focused barrier she's in so I can see where her head is at.

The door opens, and Debs and Thomas finally walk out. They don't even notice me.

Going inside the locker room Tate is sitting on the bench, her head in her hands.

"Hey," I announce my presence.

She glances up, her hair falling in her face.

"Hey," her voice sounds so small and insecure.

Stepping in front of her I kneel down in front of her, my hands on her knees. She's wearing a black tank top, and black windbreaker pants paired with white tennis shoes. She looks great.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" I ask, grabbing her chin to force her to look at me.

She rolls her eyes, pulling from my grip.