Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | ten

A/N : Hello everyone! I just wanted to make something clear, because my bestfriend seemed confused and asked me about this. She asked if Justin is faking to be a gentleman, only so he can get into Camille's pants. He is trying to be nice to her, but he feels VERY attracted to her, especially because he can't get her. You know the saying, always want what you can't have? Well, that's the point here. But even though he tries to be nice to her, he might do stupid stuff to her, like grab her ass or something. This is ONLY because he wants her really badly. But you'll see further on in the story, that it's all just because he has very big issues and doesn't know how to deal with them. In general he is a good person... Anyways, I don't want to spill everything. Just keep reading. It's worth it! I'm working very, very hard on this.

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chapter | ten

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Camille Fields

It's 7PM and I felt as relaxed as ever. Cassie and Justin had startled expressions on their faces. Some black paint or eyeshadow was smudged across her entire face.

I inched forward for another brownie, but Cassie, with an incredible speed, darted forward and slapped my hand.

"You NUTS?" she yelled with an aggravated tone.

Justin's face cracked into a grin, he grabbed the plate and sauntered into the kitchen. He returned in a matter of seconds. He covered his mouth with his right hand, trying to stifle laughter.

"Do you know what that was, Camille?" Justin asked.

Who do they think I am?

"Yes!" I squealed. "They were brownies..."

Then I broke into a tremendous laughter. Just like that. A genuine laugh creeped over my features. The echo of my laughing was heard in the living room. Justin tilted his head backwards, stared at the ceiling and muttered something I couldn't quite understand.

"Ha ha ha!" I laughed. "This is so funny!"

Without noticing, I fell backwards on the couch and dug my fingers into my stomach. Justin gave Cassie a rapid glimpse.

"Dude, it's her first time." I heard Cassie say.

This seemed to astonish Justin, because the smile on his face dropped. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not, you idiot," Cassie snarled icily. "It's your fault! If you would've just watched her this wouldn't have happened."

Justin's arms fired up in the air. "No it's not! She's your sister! Go accuse someone else, you whore."

Cassie held up a threating finger. "Don't. Call me that."

Justin ignored her, and stalked over to me. He crouched down, so he was at eye-level with me. Cassie frowned and propped her hands on her hips.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, annoyed.

"Just testing something."

His eyes were right in front of me. My laughter decreased, until the only sound left was my breathing.

"Camille," he called, our faces in front of each other. Except I was laying and he wasn't. There was a silence, after he called my name. Even Cassie was curiously cocking her head in my direction.

"Banana," he said. I started cracking up hysterically, slapping my thighs. I couldn't help myself.

Then he arised and observed, "yup, she's pretty fucking baked."

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I woke up, my blurred vision fading away.

I was in my bed and it was dark outside. I rubbed my hair drowsily, glimpsing over at the clock beside my bed.