Falling for the Fallen

Chapter Nineteen

"So when will I know if my parents will be okay?" I asked for the millionth time tonight as it seemed to Cam. He rolled his eyes at me and walked over to the living room couch.

Okay, I know that I was being annoying, like to the point where I was acting like a mosquitoe that was trying to feed at the same spot on a human, but I have every right to be! Didn't I earn the right to be worried about the two people who made and raised me? I think I deserve a hint or something!

"Don't worry, your parents are fine. Alright?" Cam snapped, drinking a bottle of gatorade.

"And how do I know you're not lying to me?" I crossed my arms at my question, but all Cam gave me was a cold and hard look. I quickly brushed off my question mentally, knowing that I was really pissing Cam off with my questions. I studied him as he continued drinking. Luke was picking up a pizza for us and Meredith was at some private park out of town, so she could practice summoning a messenger shadow or whatever they're called.

"Your parents are safe and sound, back at home." Cam suddenly initiated, ruffling with his hair for a quick moment. I widened my eyes in shock.

"How? When?" I was happy to have found this out, but at the same time curious.

"Don't question it. Just...be glad they're safe. And they still think you're over your friend's house, so don't worry." A small smirk sprouted on his face, and I swallowed my spit hard. I don't know why I do that, I just do.

"You're up to something. I know it." My eyes pointed at him accusingly.

Cam started laughing, but I didn't find anything funny. "I don't understand you sometimes," He stated weirdly, "You bug me about your parents being safe and then when they are, you want something else out of me. You are one weird, fiesty, sexy, but annoying human."

I blushed at his sudden judgement of me. He thinks I'm sexy? Well. But then I realized that what he was saying was wrong. If the dark angels depict out even a smudge of flirting, they'd probably act out fast.

"Watch what you say to me, Cam." I warned.

"I don't like you." Cam went straight to the point, snorting out his comment. My face had fallen at this, but I tried to act more surprised than offended.

"Oh, really?" I asked, my voice cracking a bit.

"Nope." Was all he said before he stood up and went into the kitchen. I couldn't help but to follow him.

"Not that I don't find it offending or anything, but why?" I tried to sound blank, but it wasn't really working.

"I already told you, Cecilia." He confirmed, crossing his arms. I cocked my eyebrow as a response, which triggered for him to go on and explain again. "I only share feelings for my own kind. I dig fallen angel girls. Not some human girl who's weak and curious and so...unexperienced." He smirked at his last adjective of me.

"But...we kissed." I mentioned. I felt so stupid and confused simultaneously.

"I was just experimenting, that's what I always do. And the dark angels, being the instigators that they are, always assume something more. Human girls and all the other angelic girls are just a back up for me; for when I grow bored of the fallen angelic girls." He sipped more of his gatorade as if he were proud of informing me of this.

"Wow..." I trailed off in disbelief, my arms still crossed. "You really are a man whore."

"Of course." Cam winked at me and went into the living room, and I just giggled at him.

Just as I was about to speak up again, Meredith came rushing in, and so did Luke, who was carrying a box of pizza.

"Please say it's pepperoni!" I hissed to myself in a desire.