Fifty Shades of Friends (book 1) j.g.

Chapter 19- Unacceptable

***The Previous Night***

EMMA'S POV

I arrive on the guys' floor of the hotel, and my whole body was shaking and my knees were about to give in any moment. I was so nervous and still didn't know what to say to Jack.

I take a deep breath as I approach one of the four doors that belong to the guys. I didn't know who was in which, but I can only hope that I pick Jack's door. I take one last deep breath and knock on the door, before I could chicken out, and run back to the elevator in a panic, JJ answers. He looks surprised as ever to see me, then hugs me. He reeks of alcohol and marijuana.

"Emma! How are you sweet thang?! Where've you been?!" He slurs his words and says stupidly.

"Where's Jack?" I shoot right to the point. I can't handle drunk people.

"He's right here baby!" He tries to pull me into his chest and hug me but I push him off of me, almost knocking him over.

"Shut up, you know what I mean. Where's Gilinsky?!" I huff.

He finally comes down from his annoyingness enough to say a complete sentence. "He's out with a girl he met at the club. He probably won't be back till tomorrow morning. Come on in, sit."

My heart felt like it was glass and shattered. I felt as if my insides were aching with the feeling of betrayal and shame. This made me feel foolish to think he meant what he said to me. He doesn't love me. He said it because he's a f*ckboy who doesn't give two sh*ts about anything but getting into the closest girl's panties. I'm such an idiot for being that girl even if it we were on different terms.

I walked into the room, a couple tears silently running down my cheeks as I sat on one of the 3 empty beds. The one that was the neatest and was most likely Gilinsky's. JJ breaks out of his drunken self for a quick moment and kneels down beside me, almost falling over but uses my leg for balance.

"W-what's wrong?"

"Nothing." I sniff and look the other way and put on the fakest smile possible before returning my gaze at him. "I'll just wait here till he comes back."

"O-okay. I-I'm gonna go t-tell the other guys you're here." He stutters really trying to fight the alcohol, before leaving the room. I could tell he was going to pass out in someone else's room anyway.

As soon as the door shuts, I break down crying and fall on my back, to turn and scream into the pillow. I was filled with so many emotions, screaming was exactly what I needed to do. I was angry, extremely sad, and so pissed off that he is basically making a fool out of me.

***End Of Flashback***

I wake up and all the thoughts of last night came flying right back to me, hitting me like a bullet. My tears that put me to sleep have now returned. Curling my legs up to my chest, holding myself, feeling empty as I waited for that door to open. No one was in the room thankfully. I didn't want to explain anything to anyone. I just wanted to cry and think about what I wanted to say. I wanted to say something short and effective to really get through to him and at the same time, express how much pain and humility he's put me through within the past 24 hours.

My thoughts come to a stop as I hear the door knob jiggle. I look up from my fetal position, and watch the door knob turn slowly and the door finally open. In walks Jack, shirtless, hair messed up, pants unzipped and unbuttoned, boxers showing above the waist band of his pants, everything that confirms what he had done last night. I didn't want to believe it but I guess I had no choice. My tears slow down surprisingly as he stands there, looking at me stunned. The look on his face showed he was truly breaking inside. From seeing me a mess like this? Hopefully.

"Emma, I-I'm so sorry." He began to tear up as he approached me, trying not to stumble over his own feet.

I quickly back away from him and huddle myself to the corner of the room, far from him. Tears flowing down my face, feeling like my world was crumbling down on me.

"No you aren't! You aren't sorry! If you were, you wouldn't have f*cking done it!!!!" I yell at him between my gasping for air because I was crying so hard.

He tries coming towards me more, to be able to place his hands on my shoulders but I push him away before he got the chance.

"No!" I shout and he looks at me with tears developing in his eyes. "I won't f*cking do this and what we had is over!" I yell as I run past him, going out the door. "Even our friendship! Over!" I shout for the final time and slam the door behind me.

When I arrive in the hallway, I lean against the wall, just crying and crying. I eventually end up sliding down the wall, and curl myself into a ball, because that's how small I felt right now. I felt like the most idiotic person on the planet for thinking he meant what he said about loving me. But that wasn't the major reason. The big reason was because I let myself feel something for him. I let feelings come about this friends with benefits thing, when we agreed that's exactly what we wouldn't do. If I would've just stayed in LA and either waited for them to come back or went to surprise them some other time, none of this would be happening and everything would just stay the same.

As I continue contemplating my mistakes and the situation I hated to be in right now, I hear a familiar voice call my name. I look up to my right and see Cameron poking his head out of a door 2 away from the one I was near.

"Emma?" He calls innocently until he notices my tears. "Emma, what's wrong?!" He asks crouching down in front of me, hugging me.

I push him off of me a little, and I didn't know exactly why. I just didn't want anyone to pity me I guess.

"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." I say blankly and stand up, immediately starting to clear up my any sign of weakness.

As I said before, I never let any of the guys see me cry because I wanted to be one of the guys. You know, fit in without them treating me like a girl and any less than one of them.

"I'm just tired. Can I sleep in your room?" I stutter, looking up at Cam looking confused as ever.

"Uh, sure babe." He gives me a brief strange look before taking my hand and guiding me to his room.

Once we enter, I see Nash and Hayes sitting on their beds on their phones.

"Emma?!" They both say in unison. Must be a brother thing.

I awkwardly give them a nod, not even making eye contact and just plopping down on the open bed; assuming it was Cam's. I get under the covers and slip my shirt over my head so I'm only in my bra. I didn't care that the others were in the room. I just wanted to get comfortable and go to sleep. As I whip my shirt onto the floor, I catch Hayes, Nash, and Cameron staring at me... basically drooling.

"Guys, come off it." I rolled my eyes and then laid down, facing my body towards the back wall, and away from the Grier's so I didn't have to see another person today.

I soon see the lights off and the room was silent. Cameron slips into the bed with me and wraps his arm around my waist, spooning me. I could tell he was shirtless. Not gonna lie, it was pretty nice. And a little of a turn on. I was expecting some sex tonight. Not with Cam, but with Jack. Obviously, that's not gonna happen ever again.

I turn my head so my voice travels only to Cameron's ear, "I'm gonna need you to wake me up in the morning." I whisper as softly and seductively as possible so he got the hint.

"Oh I can set my alarm if you'd like."

I mentally face palm myself. Damn boy.

I turn over so I can face him completely.

"No...." I sigh and place a gentle kiss on his chest and run my hand up and down his pecks. "I meant... I need you in the morning." I whisper once more and I see his eyes widen and followed by a smirk.

I shake my head and giggle softly before shutting my eyes, with a grin on my face.

Why have I never noticed how much of a cutie Cam is?