Left Unexplained

Chapter 22~

We're still in Cameron's thoughts. It's been fun writing from inside his mind, like I finally get to expose his thoughts mwah ha ha. If Cameron isn't going to let people in about how he thinks, let me invite you guys to his trashy mind (I feel evil)

Do you enjoy reading his point of view or Grace's better? 

*Cameron storms in* who have you permission to enter my mind?!

*shoves him aside* sheesh, let's get on with the story before he breaks off his contract with me that gives me permission to use him as a character. 😄

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"Gramps, I think I'm done for the night. I feel sick," sick of the cheaters trying to lock unsuspecting investors into dirty deals is what I meant.

"That's great. If you're about to vomit, I suggest you swallow it back in. At least then the fine cuisine you greedily devoured won't be as much of a waste as you are," his tight lipped smile made it impossible for other guests to realise the insult he was hurling at me.

"What else do you want? I watched you suck out all the oxygen from the meeting with the Crovers, I faked a toast when you closed the deal with Nicky and I mentally prepared notes on how to cheat your way through the suffocating world of business...of course, the notes were inspired by you," I listed the activities he forced me to participate in tonight, and ended my rant with a growl.

How was I related to a snob like him?

"Fine, take a break. But bear in mind that you are still representing the Andersons and that you are not dismissed for the night," he waved me off as he caught the eye of another man dressed as a penguin.

I picked up a margarita from a depressed waiter walking around with a tray.

Spotting a clear space in the patio, I decided I was overdue for a round of fresh air.

It hadn't been a complete three minutes of alone, relaxation time when I heard a grunt behind me.

I turned around and came face to face with a young man in a sharp, fitted tuxedo. The dark blue suit was matched with the same shade of tie. Gel held his brown locks going across his head in a classic good boy style.

He could fool anyone into thinking he was an over achieving, innocent and loveable nerd. But I didn't miss the glint of mischief in his eyes or the smug smile he reserved especially for me.

I made a show of sniffing the air around me.

"You smell something bad? Try your armpits, they might be the cause of it," his voice was like a cat scratching on a chalkboard...at least, that's what I thought. Again, he could fool anyone and women loved his voice.

"Actually, I was checking for bad smells, they are usually what attract fat flies like you," I set down my margarita on the flat railing.

"Here I thought your grandfather finally drilled lesson 'how to behave like a gentleman' in you," he quoted the last time he and my grandfather interacted. He had overheard one of the geezer's lessons.

"Have you heard about the lesson called get to the point so you don't bore your audience out?" I shoved my hands into the pockets of my trouser.

He smirked back. "What? Do I always need a catch to talk to my old buddy?"

I stayed silent, not seeing a reason to retort. Leaning against the wall, I looked up. We were on one of the top floors of the highest building in the city. As night drew closer, the lights of the town flickered off, making the sky darker.

"She still hasn't forgotten you," he murmured. I glanced next to me, he too was in a similar stance as me.

"It doesn't change anything. I have someone else and there is no way I'm letting that go." This conversation wasn't anything new. In fact, I felt as if I had repeated it so many times I knew exactly what to say and how it would end.

"Then why won't she understand?! I'm the one she should be looking at, not you! You're done with her, when will it strike?" His fists were clenched tight.

"Give it a rest," I sighed.

"You can't tell me what to do. You haven't had to go through this, you don't know what it feels like," he growled.

"Maybe she hates you because of your jackass attitude."

This was a new turn. I usually would just stay quiet and let him rant, but I was done.

"The jackass is you. You're stringing her on, aren't you? She feels she still has a chance. You won't make it clear because the next person who gets her after you is me, and you don't want that," he sneered.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I didn't feel the need to turn this into a physical fight, that's how stupid it was. "I freaking broke up with her, how much more of a clarification do the two of you need?"

"If you're so sure you've given her a clear answer, then why won't she drop you? If she doesn't get it soon, you'd want to watch out. I want to drill a lesson in you as well, and what I'll be teaching you will probably hurt."

He picked up my margarita. "Cheers."

'What the hell was he on about this time?' I wondered as I watched his retreating back.

I was exhausted, and I needed a drink, badly. I decided to head over to the bar. Grandpa kept me busy enough to not get the time to check up on how Xavier was doing.

"I'm doing better than you actually," Xavier laughed as I slid onto a stool. He stopped polishing the glass cup and leaned across the counter.

"I'll bet you all the money I made tonight that if Grace was here, you'd totally get me to drug her so you can force yourself on her," he joked.

"No need. I got a preview of that already."

His jaw hung open. "Dude, what?! Did you try to fuck her?"

I shook my head. "I beat myself over it even now. I couldn't control it, it was like as if I was the drugged one."

"Ahem," some own knocked on the counter on the other side. "I believe you're getting paid for serving us drinks, not chitchatting like a little girl." Xavier nodded at his next order.

The room was lit dimly, and the orchestra played soft music. If it weren't for the ugly intention behind this party, I would've enjoyed some parts of it. Elegance is a beautiful sight.

Suddenly, a high pitched female shriek rung. The music stopped instantly, and murmurs got louder as the guests crowded around a corner.

"Hey! Someone call an ambulance! He's having a seizure!" I whipped around and saw that Xavier was looking too.

Men were crouched to get a better view or try to help. The ladies just fanned themselves or let out overly dramatic gasps.

"Hurry! He's about to-he's unconscious! Hurry the hell up!"

The ambulance arrived minutes later, but the man was still unconscious.

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Short chapter, but I didn't want to drag out the party, plus I hate snobby people, and I hate writing about them too, like hey! You snob, you aren't worthy to get even negative attention from books! So I won't even wrote about you!

Who's ready for a storm? 

Yeah, about the storm. I've got the majors planned out, I just need the little details and I'll be set on writing!

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