Heartbeats

Chapter 17

Whaaaat two updates in two days? I'm on a roll! ;)

A quick thanks to anyone who's reading this! It's been said a lot by hundreds of wattpaders but I'll say it again: you really don't know what it means to me.

Anyway, today's song issss... (drum roll) Come a Little Closer - Cage The Elephant!

On to the story! Flashback time!

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I slept about three hours. My body felt uncomfortable sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, especially with the threat of three strange boys on the premises. I kept rolling over, my ears straining for any hint of a sound.

The rush of memories bombarding me didn’t help either.

I was ridiculously bad at folding clothes. I tried, I really did, but they always ended up wrong. Now that my mom wasn’t around to help me with it, I was faced with two options. A) Learn how to fold. B) Accept that an unorganized closet was the new deal.

“Gin, right?”

My hands froze over a red t-shirt, my hands gripping it in a way that any progress I had made was immediately ruined. She was good, whoever this girl was. It had been years since anyone had snuck behind me. Not even my dad, I had finally caught the tell tale signs of the famous thief a few years back.

This had to be my new roommate. I didn’t have many friends. At least, close ones. I barely even knew anyone my own age. And yet, this voice sounded unnervingly familiar.

I turned around, immediately finding the source of the voice. She had bright blue eyes and short black hair. The color had the slight tone to it that told me it was fake.

The eyes gave her away. Cameron Sinclair, Mathew and Katherine’s daughter. They were one of the few people my parents trusted. From the stories I’ve heard, they had even worked together for various cases in their youth.

I had met them before. The Sinclair’s. They were a large family, very close. I had even met her cousin, Jake or James (I couldn’t really remember,) a few times. Even where our parents were close, we, the younger generation, have never been too keen on forming our own relationships.

“Cameron. You’re my new roommate?” In my surprise, I felt myself have to ask the unnecessary question.

“Yeah.”

I shrugged, eyeing her up and down. “I suppose it could be worse.”

“Could have been better.” She replied with a smirk. Her words could have been insulting, but I knew they weren’t meant like that. No, she was amused.

I smirked back. “We’ll see.”

I rolled again, finding the colder side of the bed refreshing.

A month went by in juvie. It wasn’t long until I met my second best friend.

We were in P.E. The classes were co-ed, and at first that was annoying. Kids here seemed to think they were bad asses. I had to admit, a few of them actually were, but most didn’t even fall close to the category.

The guys were the worst, especially with Cam. She definitely was the prettiest girl of the bunch, and that didn’t escape the guys. It was ridiculous the amount of lies the guys told her to get her to talk to them. Cam wasn’t impressed. “I stole a car” didn’t really impress her. Not when our parents stole Picasso’s like they were candy bars.