Logan

Chapter 2

Cameron

I've been in love with my best friend for almost ten years. Problem is, he's married to someone else. Even worse, I can't help but admire the fuck out of his husband. Because, he drags me to places like this on the worst day of my life, making me forget about said life for a few hours.

The music in the club tonight is fitting for my mood. It's loud, wild, and I don't give a shit how skanky I look grinding against my boyfriend, Josh. I'm practically dry humping him to the beat of the music and supporting a buzz, and a hard on, that's probably a shot away from rising to drunk status. One way or another, my boyfriend is going to make my shitty day disappear in just a few short hours.

I love being a doctor; my patients are the best. But three times today, new patients walked out on me because I didn't look old enough. It's the Doogie Howser effect. Add to the fact that the flu is going around and I was ready to call it a day hours ago.

What I wanted was a quiet night in, just Josh and I being lazy and trying to forget what today is. But Brad dragged me out and now I'm thankful because this is how I really need to get rid of the excess emotions I've been carrying around all day.

To my parents, I was their everything. They had me later in life, in their mid-forties, and I was spoiled rotten. I was also their little genius. I was called a freak when I started high school at eleven. College at fourteen made me a certifiable loner. My peers were five, six, seven years older than me. The day I graduated from medical school, at twenty-two I lost my parents.

Unbeknownst to me, dad had a heart attack on the drive over to the ceremony, crashing their car into a cement wall and killing him and mom. I walked across that stage proud, the fake scroll in my hand, trying to spot my parents in a crowd of hundreds.

Ten long years later and this day still haunts me and I continually blame myself for begging my parents to make the drive when I knew mom wasn't feeling well. I'm thankful my friends know how to get me out of my funk. More than ever, I'm glad I decided to become a naval doctor because if it weren't for joining the SEALs with Logan and Brad, I'd never survive the day.

"You need anything to drink, babe?" I shout into Josh's ear and he nods, giving me that perfect model-like smile he's known for.

"Just a water for now. Have to keep hydrated if I'm going to keep up with you later on." I give him a wink and head to the bar, leaving him alone to make the dance floor his bitch.

Right away I spot the extra security around the place. I breathe a little easier knowing that there's more protection as I get our drinks ordered.

"There you are! I was wondering where you'd run off to." I look over and see Suzie. "You promised me a dance and I've come to collect."

"Let me get Josh his drink and I'm all yours!"

I'm handed a shot of tequila and a bottle of water. I toss the shot back and put the empty glass on the bar. The topless man behind it blows me a kiss and I turn away, smiling.

I grab Suzie's hand and we make our way to the dance floor, dancing through a few songs between her, me and Josh until he goes to sit down

"You okay, Cam? You seem out of it."

"Yeah, I'm good. Just not my favorite of days."

"Come on, this song is a beast and a cure to all of life's problems. Though, one more dance and I think I need to sit down, too."

We lose ourselves in the heavy beat of the dance music and when it's over, Suz heads to her brother and Josh while I make my way to the restroom.

Surprisingly, it's empty and even more so, quiet.