17 Panes Of Glass

Chapter #6

The rest of the week went by very fast surprisingly. Saturday was my last official day of work at Marcs. Anthony and Jon insisted on going out for a little going away party at Chris' Cavern, a local bar and club. Jon, Anthony, Lizzy and I all held our glasses up for a cheers to my new and hopefully successful line of work. After a few drinks Lizzy and I went to hit the dance floor. Damn was she a lightweight when it came to alcohol, my alcohol tolerance was right in the middle, I'd had a bit of early practice drinking at sleep overs with friends when we were in high school..... but even still the alcohol that we were drinking now was stronger than anything I've ever had, so it was hitting me almost as hard as it was hitting Lizzy.

Lizzy was pulled away by a decently attractive man to dance, so I went back to the table and ordered another drink. I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I don't know, maybe it was just the drink. That's when a half drunk Jon came up to me.

    "H-Hey Katie, come outside w-with m-me." He slurred slightly.

I followed him out to the side of the building where he turned the flirt-o-meter up to maximum.

    "Katie, I want you....no, I-I need you.... kiss me sweet stuff!" He struggled over the alcohol.

    I could tell that brushing him off like I usually did, wasn't going to work this time: "Jon, no I'm not going to do that. You and I are nothing more than friends." I explained.

    "C-Come on baby... dont be like that. I know you want to kiss me! Let me just show you." Jon urged now grabbing my face, leaving kisses on my cheeks and jawline.

    I tried to free myself from his grip but the more drunk he got, the tighter his grip. I squirmed and even whined a bit. The drunk ass took it as moaning: "See Katie? You love it, now give me those lips!" He coaxed.

    "No Jon! Stop! Please stop, I don't want to!" I demanded.

    He was 2 inches from my lips when he was shoved away from me by someone. "Get the fuck away from her!" They yelled.

When I looked to see who my rescuer was I suddenly realized why I felt watched before.

It was Cameron Glass.

Jon had lost his footing when Cameron shoved him and had fell backwards, now regaining his feet he fearfully stared Cameron in the eyes and then ran back inside the club. Cameron turned back to a still horrified me, I was still processing what had all just happened. One second Jon was about to make out with me, and the next I was saved by the ever stunning Cameron Glass. My hero.

The excitement of the moment and the toxins in the drinks were all hitting me so hard at once that I immediately turned to a bush and emptied out my stomach into the dirt. Cameron rushed over and held my braid out of my face as I continued to throw up. I should've stuck with the shit I drank in high school.

After my body was physically spent from convulsing and my embarrassment levels went through the roof, I stood back up and stumbled a bit, right into Cameron's arms. He helped me over to his car and all I could think about was Lizzy.

    "Wait, Lizzy will worry!" I exclaimed half-auditable.

    "Don't worry, my brother Ethan is going to take care of her." Cameron replied gently helping me into his car.

We drove for what seemed like forever, but how would I know since I was half gone anyways. We finally pulled into what I suspected to be Cameron's house. We went in an elevator which is where I totally lost vision. I felt Cameron pick me up bridal style and carry me somewhere where he layed me down on an extremely soft bed. The last thing I felt was him pulling the covers over me.

***THE NEXT MORNING***

When I woke up I got a full view of where I had been carried to. A huge white bed with the softest sheets I've ever felt. It must be Cameron's bed.... CAMERON! Oh my god... last night... the pictures all came back now. Jon drunk and horny and Cameron pushing him away. Then me emptying my insides onto the sidewalk while Cameron held my hair back... He saw me at my worst; vomiting violently. Perfect. Just perfect. I put my hands on my face and sighed falling back onto the pillow.

Just then the bedroom door opened and Cameron entered. He smiled slightly.

    "You're up?" He observed.

    "I just woke up..." I replied.

    "Here, I brought you some ibuprofen and water. You must have a headache?" Cameron said handing me the pills.

    Embarrassed, I swallowed the pills and looked down at my hands, pretty much ashamed of myself because of last night. "Not a very good first impression of your new employee was it?" I sqeaked.

    "Your first impression was at your interview, not last night. I think no less or no more of you because you wanted to have a little fun with your friends. It just took an unfortunate turn for the worse at the end." Cameron explained with a serious tone and an almost dark expression.

    I smiled a bit now. "Thank you... for stopping him."

    "I wasn't going let him follow through with something that you weren't comfortable with Ms. Hart. What kind of a person would I be if I had just stood back and watched that happen?" He asked.

    "A pretty shitty person I guess...." i said with a little more confidence.

    Cameron's face softened a bit now. "There's breakfast waiting for us in the kitchen. You should eat."