she will be mine

she will be mine ch4

Here's ch4 guyz!!! i hope you absolutely love it! okay i want a bunch of comments cause i need to know people are reading my story or else i'll the think the worst and won't post the rest... and believe me there's A LOT more!!! :)

with love

swimchick

Chapter 4

When Cam pulled into the driveway, I saw the cars parked there. They were all here, every single one of them. I heard the engine shut off, I turned to look at Cam. What exactly did you say after an evening like this? There didn't seem to be a single phrase that covered all that had happened tonight.

"Thank you." Was all I could come up with.

"You're welcome, and thank you for coming. Although, after a night like tonight, a second date seems almost impossible." He replied, with a mock sigh.

I laughed. "No, I can guarantee a second date, but I don't think it will stand out in my mind as clearly as this one." I shuddered under his tent size leather jacket.

"You'll see. I have many tricks hidden up my sleeve." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I bet." I said, my voice sounding almost as tired as I felt. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, bringing my head toward him. Oh my God, if he kissed me, it would be all over. I'd totally submit. I was way to tired control my actions and if I felt his lips on mine for even the briefest second, I would melt, but he merely kissed my forehead.

When he pulled back and saw the surprised look on my face, he chucked. "I already kissed you goodnight, remember?" Did I ever? It had been the best freakin' kiss anyone anywhere had ever had. I couldn't wait to open up that can of worms again, but another time. I opened the door and hopped out, making my way up the stairs to the house. As soon as I stepped over the thresh hold and into the hallway, I was nearly run over by Matt chasing Joley around the house, while she taunted him, giggling. Ryan, Logan and Gem sat on the couch. Jazz and Kyle were no where to be seen.

"Where the hell is Jazz?" I asked the room at large, my voice echoing around the huge cathedral ceiling. Ryan and Logan exchanged a glance, an embarrassingly sly smile creeping across their lips

"Check up stairs." Logan replied. I glared at the two of them suspiciously as I went up the stairs to the room Jazz and I were sharing. I put my ear to the door, listening for any sighs of life.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Jazz yelled, her voice was warped do to extreme umm... pleasure. I threw open the door to find a tangle of limbs... On my bed. Anger flared inside me. Anger at my friends for leaving, anger at those two asshole who had tried to rape me, anger at Cam for being so perfect, anger at them for having sex on my effing bed!

"Holy shit, Mikki!" Jazz yelled, jumping away from Kyle and grabbing her t-shirt. I tried not to notice Kyle, but alas my eyes couldn't help but see what was right in front of my eyes. Damn, I could tell why this was Jazz's favorite recreational activity. Kyle was no small boy.

"Don't holy shit, Mikki me." I said impatiently. "Why the hell are you fucking your boy toy ON MY BED?!"

"Jeez, Mikki calm down! We'll move over if it bothers you that much." she said clearly sketched out.

"You know what? I doesn't even matter cause we need to get to the hospital. Now." I said at their still shocked and sweaty faces.

"Why?" Kyle asked, as he placed a small kiss on Jazz's shoulder and receiving a small purr in return.

"Because Marnie is in the hospital." I replied.

"What?!" Jazz jumped to her feet, pulling on her t-shirt. "What happened? Is she okay? We have to get over there." She tossed Kyle his pants and when they were fully on, she ran out of the room, followed closely by Kyle and me. When we got down stairs, I saw that the others, who had clearly been listening, had questioning expressions on their faces.