What is Mine

Chapter 9

Mollies POV:

*3:00 am*

I am sitting up doing my studies as usual. I just got back from class. I take the night classes. I think it's better, especially if I want to be an astronomer. I can sleep all day, and learn at night.

Then I hear something hit the window. I jumped a little bit. I ignore it. Then it happens again.... After the 4th time, I get tired of the same annoying noise, so I angrily pull open the curtains and notice a freezing cameron standing down on the ground.

I laugh a little and I put on my robe. I walk downstairs to see cameron.

"What are you doing?!" I say laughing at him.

"I... I d-didn't m-mean to leave l-like-

"It's fine cameron... But can I ask a serious question."

"Sure, what is it?" He says.

Well... Here goes.

I close my eyes and spit the question out.

"Have you lied to me... EVER?" I say.

"No, why?" He says.

"Well, I caught you in a lie." I say.

"How do you know I was lying?" He said getting a little tempered.

"Arizona, Cameron. Really? You've been in California all of your life." I say.

"Stalking me much?" He says laughing.

"No, but the internet sure does, come up to the dorm and I'll show you."

I basically drag him up the stairs, and show him the things Emily showed me on the computer.

"Ok, you have to sit down for a minute." He says.

"Well great, I fell for a fucking psychopath."

"My ex-girlfriend was murdered. She was shot to death actually. Her dad, actually is mentally unstable and was in a nut house for years. Well, he got out and her grandpa, is a professional shooter. He shoots guns for a living. They were from Arizona and moved to California. Well, her dad got a hold of the gun and when she was trying to get it out of his hand, boom. She was down.

The family decided, to keep the father clean of record, they'd blame me. So to prison I went, then court came along and there you have it. Here I am.

"How do I know ANY of that is true?" I say.

"You'd have to believe me."

He got closer. Oh my god, those chocolate brown eyes... They are inevitable, they can make you believe anything.

Sooner or later, our noses were centimeters apart.

"You don't have to believe me when I say this, but I fell for a girl... I met her in a park, reading a book, in her own little world, who knew she'd be in front of me today." He said in his sexiest voice.

"You may not believe me when I say this, but I fell for a criminal, a man accused of the unspeakable, who fears his own world but never shows it." I say.

We slowly leaned in and kissed.