Her mother refused to let her go to a teenager's party, describing them as filthy and unorganised. Cam was aware of her mother's obsessive guides to being organised but didn't think it was normal. After their dinner of fish and carrots, which Cam thought was an odd combination, they had went to bed. A daily routine of the mother's was to drink 2 glasses of lukewarm milk alongside an orange. It provides a deep sleep, Cam's mother had informed her when she had asked. The loud snores that came from the mother's room, indicated that she was in a heavy sleep. Fortunately from a young age, Cam had been a light sleeper so she hopped out of her bed and scurried down the stairs.
The thrill of disobeying her mother and her set curfew, made her heart rage against her chest. She'd read that the weather was going to be cold, therefore she wrapped up in a thick coat that her mother bought her. Instantly, she felt guilty. Was leaving against her mother's permission okay? She shook the thoughts away and stepped out, the darkness swallowing her up whole. The route to the party house was simple enough. Make a right, walk up to the 3rd tree, make a left and it's the first house on the right. She nodded. While walking, Cam thought about the party. She was informed that boys who want girls like animals want food was a necessity at any party. Boys. Horrid creatures that only want to see the underneath of you skirt, is what her mother had told her.
The door was partially ajar, so she slipped in. She was greeted with roaring sound of pop music and the bitter smell of marijuana. Strong and sour. Cam cautiously hung her coat up and moved forward to find the party. Immediately, she recognised faces from school. She was so dumbfounded to see girls with skimpy dresses, displaying all. Boys with red eyes whom were inhaling a white, powdered substance through their noses. Everything was so surreal. She waddled in and tried to ignore the sweaty bodies that kept rubbing against her. There was a table covered with alcoholic drinks and colourful pills. Paracetamol at a party? She chuckled. The thing that she found most interesting was the decorative ornaments on the walls and furniture. Ranging from beautiful handcrafted vases from Afghanistan to colourful bowls from Mexico. Although funky and stylish, they'd also looked very expensive. Cam took a cup of something pink, then walked over to a spare seat in the corner of the big room.
The clock on the wall beside her read 11:30pm. She sighed and got up, leaving the cup of drink on the table. Just when she was grabbing her coat, she heard strong laughter coming from upstairs. The railings of the stairs were covered in bright lights. Blue, red, green, purple. Fascinated, she climbed until she reached the top. The sound of laughter grew stronger the more she stepped further down the hall. A thin door was what she found, tall and black. She leaned and pressed her ear against it. Feeling the coldness of the door, she sucked in and listened. Voices of boys were what she heard first. "Go in, go in!". Go in where? She asked herself. "I'll be back, going to the toilet" She didn't realise someone was opening the door she was sloping on, until she fell to the floor; catching attention everywhere. All pairs of eyes fell onto her. At first, silence was all she heard but then crowds of whispers began. "Who is she?", "Doesn't she come to our school?", "She's pretty hot". The room went silent again once Cam stood up. "I'm so sorry" was all she could manage. About to leave the scene she'd just caused, Cam heard someone tell her to stay. "You can play with us" was what the voice said next. She looked behind her to see a boy.
A boy with tanned skin, brown hair which was thick and healthy-looking, alongside a pair of black eyes. They were as black as night. She assumed he was Egyptian. Cam was going to leave politely with a simple "no thank you" but something about the way the boy spoke, made her stay. So she sat down on the floor, next to a friendly looking girl with ginger hair. The circle of people she sat with, looked miserable yet excited for what was going to happen. A clean bottle sat in front of everyone. Cam was wondering who had dropped it, should she go and put it in the bin? No, she'd embarrassed herself and she wouldn't do it again.
Charlotte Louset, whom she knew as they were in the same math class, spun the bottle. Cam tensed. She didn't understand the game. The bottle kept rotating and then landed on a boy with blonde hair and pale skin. "Dave, it's your turn! Get in the closet with Hannah!" Charlotte declared, in her very scratchy voice. Cam watched as they both stepped inside the closet, which looked awfully small.
After a minute or so, the sound of giggling came from the small closet. Cam thought that the two inside it were sharing jokes, hence the continuous giggling. When she looked up, she saw the Egyptian boy staring intently at her. He smiled, and Cam saw his aligned teeth that were whiter than milk. She went warm, stopping herself from glancing at him. Busy fiddling with her nails, Cam wasn't aware of the opening of the closet. The two reappeared, holding hands. Why? Cam wasn't sure. Charlotte was also back, already making the bottle dance. It had been a very hard push, so the glass didn't stop for what seemed like years. However, when it did, Cam wanted to go home.
The tip of the bottle faced her. "I-I uh" Cam was speechless, would she have to go into the closet and share jokes? She was humourless. "Cam and Zach, get in there!" Zach? Who was Zach? Suddenly, the Egyptian boy got up, moving towards the closet doors. Oh. Cam, forced herself to go to the closet. "See you soon!" Charlotte told us before closing the doors.
Thankfully, Zach turned the lights on and that was when Cam actually saw the beauty of his face. Under his eyes were bags just low enough to look natural. He had a sculptured jaw, and one small crook in his nose. "Hello" Cam snapped out of her daze and looked at the boy in confusion. "Uh, hi" Why wasn't he making jokes? "Do you know what you're playing?" Cam shook her head and the boy just laughed quietly. 'We're supposed to be 'getting it on'". Surprising herself Cam replied with "Well let's do it'" she didn't even know what he was suggesting but went along to make herself sound brave. The boy laughed once more before stepping closer. "Close your eyes, kitten" Cam had never been seen as a cat before. Then she couldn't think because something was on her lips, something was caressing her face. And she liked it.
She took a peek at what was making her feel this way. Zach. Zach was holding her face in his big hands, he had his eyes closed showing his long lashes that anyone would envy. She felt his soft lips on hers, and the moisture of his tongue trying to get past. Like a lot of the time, Cam didn't know what this meant. But it didn't matter because Zach grasped her hip with a force that automatically parted her lips, allowing him to explore his new surroundings. And he liked it. The taste of cherries and sprite was what made him crave more. He pushed her against the wall, running his hands through her silky hair. Cam was scared and amazed at the same time, she'd never done this before. Soon, Zach had his hand sliding over her backside, squeezing playfully.
This is not what Cam wanted, she pushed his chest back. Zach was muddled to why they had stopped. He was into her that was for sure. "You okay?" Zach asked as Cam was panting slightly, most likely out of breath from the intimate moment. "Yes" she stammered.
Charlotte yelled for them to get out, and when they did, she was shocked to see no hand holding. No one leaves the closet single.
Cam felt dizzy, so decided to mutter her thank you's and leave. Everyone had their eyes on Cam while she walked away. The lights on the barristers were still gleaming, contrasting to what Cam felt. She felt stupid and filthy. Zach, whom was still in the room, shouldn't have let her go. She'd been the most beautiful girl, he'd ever seen. But she was pure, something that he was curious about. This town was known for its Ibiza characteristics - Wild. Parties every night, drugs at any street, alcohol legal for any age. So why was she so innocent? Cam was running through the night, hoping her mum wasn't awake. When she got to her house, she fumbled with her keys to open the door. "Ugh, hurry up!" she kept repeating. The door unlocked, allowing her to rush in. The clock read 00:47am. She scrambled up her own stairs, which weren't as pretty as the ones at the party. Then leapt into bed. She did it. Her body tingled with rebellion. But she was also exhausted. Cam fell into deep sleep.
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