Cameron Taylor is an independent, strong-willed girl who happens to have a knack for violence. After completing her junior year at UCLA, she's not looking forward to spending a Summer at home. Besides having a dark past that she keeps locked away fr...
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"Where's Cameron? I need my Cammy."
The loud, whiny voice awakens me as it draws out the 'e' sound.
Oh, wait.
The loud, whiny voice is Cole.
"Cameron is asleep, just like everyone else. Now, come on," Jackson's voice sounds, hushed and pleading as if they've been at this for a while.
"No, I need Cammy," Cole whines again, slurring his words together.
I let out a deep sigh. He's drunk. And Theo and Jacks definitely don't know how to handle this. If I don't do something, no one is getting sleep tonight.
Once I've come to my conclusion, I reluctantly pull the covers off and get out of bed with a roll of my eyes. I can't believe I'm about to take care of this dumbass.
Unfortunately, he's all I can think about.
That kiss is seared into my memory.
The warmth of it. How perfect it was. How right it felt.
I haven't stopped thinking about it.
But for now, I need to push those thoughts to the side, since I apparently have to take care of a drunk man-child. A drunk man-child that was dry-humping me not even 48 hours ago.
No. Bad Cameron. We just said we wouldn't think about it.
It seems my conscience is back.
As I quietly creak open the door to our room, I check the clock that's in the hall. It reads 2 a.m.
Wonderful.
I walk into the open space of the kitchen, crossing my arms over my chest and staring at the most ridiculous yet hilarious scene I've ever seen.
Cole is halfway on the floor, slumped against the back of the couch, while Theo has a hold on his hand and is trying to drag him up, simultaneously looking tipsy himself. Jackson just stands to the side, watching the whole scene unfold, clearly the D.D. of the group.
I let out a short laugh causing all of their heads to snap towards me at the same time like it was planned. "You guys look fucking stupid. Wasted, but stupid," I scoff.
Jackson looks like he's about to come over and explain what's going on, but before he can, Cole shoots off the ground and runs straight at me. I brace myself for an attack. I can picture drunk Cole being a violent Cole. But what I don't expect is for Cole to barrel straight into me, wrapping his arms around my middle and squeezing the air out of me as he picks me up and spins me around.
"Cammy," he screams.
He buries his head in my neck and proceeds to take a big inhale as we stop spinning, but he refuses to let me go. After I finish coughing from the assault on my ribcage and can get words to form out of my shock, I promptly tell him to put me the fuck down. He does so with a final big squeeze and leaves a smacking kiss on my forehead.
