The Past, Present, and Future of Alexa Morgan

Part 5

PART 5

Chapter 15

(Alexa)

While Mackenzie dialed her phone, I jumed out of the car and ran over to the two guys.

"You're such and idiot!" I shouted, and both Cameron and Monroe turned to look at me.

"Me or him?" Cameron asked, though he already knew.

"YOU!!!!" I was fuming mad, but I was also terrified. I was standing only a few feet away from the man who murdered my parents.

"Why did you come here?" Cameron asked me.

"To stop you from getting yourself killed!" I glanced at Monroe, and it was then that I saw the gun in his right hand. He followed my gaze, then looked up at my face.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Alexa Morgan." I responded dryly.

Realization crept onto Monroe's face, and he sighed. "Why are you here. Cameron wasn't trying to stop me-"

"Um, Monroe," Cameron said quietly, interrupting Monroe, "I think I should tell her." Cameron then turned to me and looked into my eyes.

"Alexa," he began, "I know that you and Jordan kissed. Apparently he told people, who told people, and it eventually got back to me. That was when I snapped. I broke up with you, which is the hardest thing I've ever done. It was then that I realized that my life is empty. I go through the same routine every day, but there's no meaning in it. When came here this year and found you, I started to feel that maybe I hadn't lost everything, and that maybe I do have something to live for. But I guess I wasn't good enough for you. I decided right before I broke up with you that I didn't want to live anymore. It was a stroke of luck that the FBI found Monroe's warehouse, and I came here today to ask him to end my life."

I couldn't speak. I could hardly even beathe. I loved Cameron, I thought he knew that. But then that night with Jordan........... it didn't mean anything. I don't even know why Jordan would tell anyone about that. Putting all that aside, I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew that Cameron missed his parents, but he was good at pretending to be confident.

Since I couldn't trust my voice, I did the only other thing I could think of. I walked right up to Cameron and kissed him. I kissed him softly at first, waiting for him to respond. When he did, though, I couldn't contain myself. We were so close that I felt as if we could melt into one.

"Please stay," I whispered into his ear, and he moaned softly. Finally I heard Monroe clear his throat, and Cameron and I pulled apart. It occured to me then that he could have shot us both a second ago if he had wanted to. I wondered why he didn't.

"Look, kids," he started slowly, "I did what I did so I wouldn't get caught. I was young and I thought that I knew what I was doing. I'm not justifying what I did, but one good thing did come out of all this." When Cameron and I both gave him a funny look, he continued. "This," he said, motioning between me and Cameron. It was true. The first real conversation Cameron and I ever had was when we were little and we were talking about our parents. That was why I remembered him, that was why I cared so much.

The three of us smiled, then we heard the sound of police sirens in the distance. "You kids get out of here," Monroe said, "I think it's time for me to retire anyway." I spared one last look at Monroe, then Cameron pulled me to Logan's car.

"So what should we tell them?" He asked, and I laughed.

"I have no idea."

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We were all in the car together, and the tension was so thick you could nearly cut through it with a knife. Jordan spent the entire ride glaring at Cameron, and I spent the majority of my ride either smiling at Cameron or glaring at Jordan. Nobody else really seemed to know what to do. They just sat quietly and watched.

Finally, we arrived at the Scouts' camp. Cameron and I both climbed out, which earned me a few sideways looks. Then I motioned for Hunter to get out too, but he stayed put and sneaked a glance at Sage. Mackenzie nodded at me, so I closed the door. Cameron intertwined his fingers with mine, and together we walked through the camp.

His cabin was at the opposite end of the camp, so we had to walk through most of the camp to get there. We received a few glares, and some puzzled looks, but we ignored them. Finally we got to Cameron's cabin, and we went inside.

We sat down on his bed, and I turned to him. "Were you really going to kill yourself?" I whispered.

He nodded. "But Monroe had already told me that he didn't want to do it."

"Well it's a good thing he didnt't." I said. "And by the way, I didn't kiss Jordan. He kissed me. I told him it was a mistake, and that he could only ever be my friend."

"You promise?"

"Yes." Suddenly, Cameron leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Suddenly there was an unfamiliar voice. "Hey Cameron I- uh, nevermind." Cameron pulled away and turned to the boy who had entered his cabin. The boy looked to be about Cameron's age, maybe a year younger.

"Spit it out." Cameron said, irritatedly.

"I, um, found a way to cross the river."

I looked at Cameron. "I thought we were done with the war."

"We are," Cameron said, then he turned back to the boy. "Just forget about it."

"Okay," the boy said, obviously unsure. He slowly backed away and left.

We were alone again. "Now," Cameron said quietly, "where were we?"