Runaway

Prologue

I zipped up my leather jacket as I walked up my boyfriends driveway, there was toilet paper on the trees and red plastic cups all over the yard. I checked my phone, it was only 11:12. I went inside without knocking, no one would care anyway. The house smelt like dirt, weed and sweat.

Gross.

I looked around for my best friend Ally without much luck. I was supposed to me meet her here at ten thirty but my grandma needed help fixing her bike.

Yeah, don't ask.

"Karlie!" I turned and saw Drake waving me over. Drake and I have been dating for a year and three months. He was sitting with my brother Shane and two other guys I didn't recognize. The taller one made eye contact with me and held it.

"Hey" I said sitting down next to Drake as he slipped his hand into mine.

"Long time no see, sister dear," my brother greeted me. I rolled my eyes, he was already drunk off his ass. Mom is probably going to kill us.

Great.

"You know you're not supposed to get drunk right?" I asked him, knowing that he did. I just liked being a bossy sister.

"You know you're a little shit, right?" I flipped him off and everyone laughed, including Shane and the new kids.

"I'm Cameron," the new guy who was still staring held out his hand to me.

"Karlie" I replied hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it. Cameron had short dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes, standing up he looked to be about 6'3. To my small 5'3 he was a giant. I looked at the other one, he was slightly shorter, same dirty blonde hair and the same blue-green eyes. They must be brothers or something.

"I'm Jesse" the other one smiled and held out his hand, I shook and looked at Cameron again. He was still staring but oddly I didn't really mind.

"Do you want a drink?" Drake asked me, I looked away from Cameron and met my boyfriends gaze. I nodded and he left to get me a beer.

"Karl!" My best friend since preschool, Ally, jumped into my arms and squealed like an actual preschooler. Seems like everybody was drunk except me.

"I have been looking everywhere for you!" She began stroking my head like I was a cat. I smirked at her hair but didn't say anything, Ally always took good care of her hair and hated when it got messy. 'I would rather die than have messy hair!' she once said. She probably spent hours on her hair before she got drunk now it looks like a crows nest. I pulled my iPhone out and took a picture of her. Just a little something I could use against her the next time she makes me watch that "Kardashian" shit.

My brother was in deep conversation with Cameron's brother about Megan Fox and Beyoncé. I only caught a few words but I honestly didn't want to know anymore, and from the looks of it, neither did Cameron. My eyes trailed down his tall broad frame and I wondered if he had an eight pack. Drakes face popped up in my head. Ugh, what the hell am I doing? I thought to myself. I have a boyfriend. I looked at his hands and noticed he was the only one without a beer.

"Your not drinking?" I asked him, he eyed Ally who was still on my lap stroking my hair.

"I'm supposed to be a designated driver. Why is she doing that?" he pointed to Ally.

I laughed "because she's obviously drunk. This is my best friend Ally."

"Oh" he simply said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I wanna dance!" Ally got up and grabbed a random guy off the other couch, dragging him towards the dance floor. I shook my head at her and turned my attention back to Cameron.