I was just so exhausted over everything that had happened this weekend. It felt like life was trying to test my limits, urging me to reach my breaking point. But I wouldn't.
The universe seemed to be plotting against me. Hey, remember that Campbell girl? Yes, that one. She seems to have been having it easy lately, why don't we spice it up a bit?
Mwahahaha!
Ahahaha!
I really won't let it get to my breaking point.
At least not now.
Now I had to win the Sakuba competition and then, I can be happy.
I can prove that girls can do it too.
I can take the one thing he wanted away from him.
And somewhere along the line, I can rub this in my mother's face.
After that? I will go traveling around the world. Everything will come together and I will finally be at peac—
"Hey, can I borrow you back massager?"
"Huh? I don't have a back massager." I, Cameron, turned to face my roommate with a frown.
"I saw it in your bag when you were unpacking. The peach one?"
My eyes shot open at that. I put the vibrator in my bag that time when I wanted to hide it from my dad and brothers when they wanted to hang out with me. He couldn't possibly be talking about-
"Yeah, this one!" He said as he reached into the half zipped duffel bag on my desk and took out the sex toy.
My face paled.
"Su-sure! You can, can use it!" My cheeks burned. How could he not tell what it was? It was glaringly obvious. Is he playing dumb? No one could possibly be that innocent.
He looked quite excited. Well, about as excited as he would freely show it. He bounded towards an outlet and plugged it in.
"Oh yeah, O'Hare? Are you okay? You look a little flustered." He asked, his brows slightly furrowed.
Easy McGuire has a wand vibrator in his hand and is asking me if I'm okay.
I coughed. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Go at it, bro!" I waved my hand in front of my face.
He shrugged and turned it on.
The head began to bob and he played around with the settings, trying to get to the maximum speed.
He brought it up to his neck and closed his eyes in relaxation.
I wanted to cry.
He was serious!
Easy moved it around to every tense nook and cranny on his back, humming in appreciation and and—
There really is no way to describe this without it sounding overtly sexual.
As if the world had decided that it was 'Camille hasn't had enough' day, that was the exact moment Preston came barging into the room.
"Cam, good news. I managed to get bribe the director to get us to go to App—" he halted when he finally looked at Easy. He gaped, "Hey twinkletoes, why are you using a vibrator on your back?"
The aforementioned boy froze and stared at his best friend in bewilderment. "It's a back massager." He brushed him off and proceeded massaging himself.
"No, that's a sex toy. Look." He rolled his eyes as if he was used to his friend's obliviousness. Preston got out his latest iPhone and typed in a couple of things into it and passed the phone to the poor cinnamon roll. As he read whatever his friend had showed him, his ears turned a lovely shade of pink.
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Chasing Fallen
HumorShe was on a questionable mission. He was somehow collateral damage. Meet Camille Campbell, A topsy turvy knockout, with a heart of gold and the stubborn will of a mule. When she feels the world needs a reminder of how relevant girl power still is...