Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Saphrin's POV

I woke up next to Sam, when no one was around. We were all scattered around the floor.

All I remember of last night, we were smoking and drinking, except Morgan.

I'm not the type of person to smoke or drink, so I quickly got up.

I smelled really bad, I glanced at Sam, who was still sound asleep.

He looked terrible, I left him and headed up stairs.

I saw red solo cups everywhere and Gilinsky, Johnson, and Chyna cleaning up.

"Where's Morgan?" I asked picking up a trash bag.

"She went home." Chyna stated.

"Do you guys remember anything that happened last night." I asked.

"Yeah, kind of." Chyna said.

I started cleaning but I stopped for a minute.

"Did anything happen between me and Sam? I mean like sexually."

They all laughed.

"No, but he was trying to get in your pants, which was also really funny." Gilinsky giggled.

I rolled my eyes and continued picking up trash.

We kept cleaning and after picking up all the cups, Jack and Jack mopped and swept.

"Who wants breakfast?" Chyna asked.

That's when I heard foot steps running up the stairs from the basement.

"FOOD?!" Sam appeared in the doorway.

We waited for our food and I looked down at my phone to see it was buzzing,

Slide to answer

I looked at the name at the top and it said, Cameron.

I smiled and answered it as Cameron appeared on the screen.

"Hey" I smiled.

He smiled and seemed happy.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked.

"Because I'm looking at your face"

"Ignoring the fact that I look like shit. Haha. What are you up to in your last day in the Cayman Islands?"

"Well me and Nash are finishing packing, then we're going to eat."

"Oh," I smiled.

I heard girls in the bathroom and Cameron muted it.

I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"Cameron, who is that?"

"Um, no one. I gotta go." He ended it and I locked my phone.

Chyna came out with a tray filled with omelettes, eggs, bacon, toast and hashbrowns.

"What would you like to drink." She said in an Italian voice.

"Orange juice please." I replied.

She came back out with 5 glasses of orange juice, and sat down with the rest if us.

"So what's going on with you and Cameron?" Johnson asked.

"We're good" I thought answered.

"Didn't sound so good on the phone." Sam added.

I rolled my eyes.

The conversation ended as soon as the fire alarm went off in the kitchen filling with smoke.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Gilinsky screamed.

We all ran into the kitchen and looked at the oven, the source of the fire.

"I didn't use the oven, so I don't know how that's on fire." Chyna stated.

I ran to the nearest closet where we kept a fire extinguisher, and ran back to the oven.

I sprayed it until the fire was completely gone.

We noticed that a cake box had caught on fire and started the fire.

We all had blank expressions. When the fire cooled down, we turned the oven back on to make sure it still worked.

We took out the racks and started cleaning off the melted plastic box.

What a fun morning.

Yet I couldn't get Cameron and those girls out of my head.

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Hello, sorry this chapter is so short. I promise a longer chapter. You guys have no idea what's coming too. Thanks soooo much for 2k reads, that really means so much. I love you all. Thanks for reading -Carlee

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