Faking It -Cameron Dallas//Major editing

Chapter Thirty-Two

Maddison's POV

A strong hate swarmed over me. I got so mad, I clenched my fist. But an idea came across my mind. I slowly open my fist, and smile.

"Thank you everyone." I smile.

Everyone walks away, laughing and smiling. I stood there and watched everyone vanish. Cameron walks up to with the girl still in his arms.

"Happy birthday." Cameron says.

"Yeah I don't remember my birthday, but some things are coming back." I flash a fake smile.

"Oh this is Molly." He says pointing to her.

"Hi." I say.

"Happ-."

I cut her off "Thanks for coming."

I walk away, and go to the punch bowl. I poor a cup and stand there and sip it. Sam walks up to me.

"Sammy." I says with puppy dog eyes.

"Oh stop I forgive you." He says and pulls me into a hug.

This weird tingle feeling starts in my stomach. I smile in his hug. He pulls away, but still has his arm around my shoulder. I smile to myself.

"Happy birthday." He whispers.

"Thank you, wanna dance?" I ask as the music got louder.

I grab his hand, and lead him into the crowd. The music is loud, and everyone is dancing. Sam and I dance the song, and laugh at our selfs. He pulls me close and my breathing picks up.

His face is inches away from mine, and the temptation is building up.

"Forgive me." He says.

And before another word came out, his lips where connected to mine. Our lips move in sync, and the paste picks up, and our lips move faster. He pulls away and our noses are touching. He cups my cheek, and slams me against the nearest wall. Our lips re connect. And the butterfly's come back. His tongue glides against my teeth asking to enter, I part my lips, and he explores my mouth. I pull away in short of breath. He swipes me off my feet, and re connects our lips once again. But quickly pulls away. I open my eyes, and Sam puts me down.

Next thing I knew Cameron was standing there.

"WHAT THE HELL!" He screams over powering the music.

Before Sam got the chance to say anything, I step in front of him.

"Cameron you do not own me. Last time I recall I was mad at you. We aren't a thing, and won't ever be. Now please it's my birthday, so for my present I would like you to leave." I caught myself saying.

He didn't move, he stood there with his mouth hanging wipe open.

"Did I stutter?" I clarify.

He shakes his head no, and walks out without his girl.

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Hey guys sorry this sucked. So much is happening, but let's just say break up suck ass. Okay bye guys!!