Can I trust you? (Shacam)

Chapter 22

Cammie POV

I'm sitting at home, trying to find something to do when I hear my phone go off.

Stevie

S: Hey come to Razzles. Shannon and Jordan are here and Jordan seems to be getting a little close to your girl.

C: On my way

I quickly get ready and head over to the club. Shannon knows the guy that owns this place and he gives her alcohol, so I really hope she doesn't do anything stupid. I walk in and the dance floor is jam packed, so I can't find Shannon. After a while I spot Ally and Stevie grinding on each other, and not far from them Shannon is dancing with a group of three or four girls. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Jordan dancing with someone that isn't Shannon. I finish the drink Ralph gave me before I decide to make my way over there, but when I get up from the bar stool I feel someone pull at my arm. 

I immediately recognize the dark hair, and realize Maddy is pulling me into the rest room. She pushes me up against the sink. "You look so hot tonight," she says as she tries to kiss my neck. 

We haven't really talked since Shannon caught us. She has tried to hook up but I honestly want nothing to do with her. "Stop Maddy," I bark, trying to get free. "Come on, you and your girl aren't together anymore, why can't we have a little guilt free fun now." 

She strokes my arm and kisses my neck more. "What we did was a mistake, I hate that I hurt Shannon and I hate it so much more because it was with you." I spit in her face and she grabs my arms really hard. 

She pushes me harder against the sink and gets in my face, "that bitch doesn't even love you anymore." Just as she says this Shannon runs in and rips her off of me. 

She holds her up against the wall, "the next time you touch her like that will be the last time you see the light of day." She punches her in the gut and pushes her out of the bathroom.

"Shannon I swear it isn't what it looks like," I begin but the protective look on her face tells me she heard the entire conversation.

"Cammie, I know. Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" She comes up to me checking me for marks. I don't say anything, I just hug her. I begin crying into her chest and she hugs me harder. She strokes my hair and runs her hand down my back while trying to soothe me, "Shh, it's okay. I got you now, Cammie. It's okay."

She pulls me away to kiss my forehead and then brings me back into her chest. "You can stay with me tonight if you want to," I nod and hug her for a little longer.

We leave the bathroom and Shannon calls an Uber for us. Shan and I don't talk the whole way to her place, I just cuddle into her side and she strokes my arm. We reach her apartment and she brings me up to her bedroom. 

"Here, you can put these on," she hands me a pair of her boxers and my favorite sweatshirt of hers. 

I smile, "thank you, Shannon. You didn't have to do this."

She looks at me confused, "They're just clothes Cammie." 

"Come on, you know what I mean. You didn't have to bring me here, why didn't you just take me home?" 

She shrugs, "Maybe I didn't want to." I have to turn around before she can see how hard I'm blushing. 

Still turned away from her, I start to undress and get into comfier clothes. It's not weird changing in front of her. Even though we're not together, it's not like she hasn't seen me like this. I hear her chuckle to herself a little bit, "do you remember the first time we kissed?" 

I smile and laugh, "of course I do." I stay turned around while I take my shirt off.

I hear her take a couple steps towards me. "We were both pretty drunk and you were changing in my room. I remember feeling like I was going to pass out when you pulled your shirt off," she laughed at herself. "Then I went like this," she said as she placed her hands on my bare hips, just like she did that night. "And you turned around," I turned to face her, just like I had that night. "I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I was worried that it was so loud you could hear it," she pulled my hand up and placed it over her heart. Sure enough, her heart pounded against my hand. 

"And then you kissed me," I chimed in and she did just that.