Desire 2

Chapter Sixty-Two

*Austin's POV*

"How dare you tell her that?" I screamed as Drew smirked back at me, "I had it all taken care of and you had to be a dick!"

"Oh shut up. You're the one who got in some random girl's pants and then tried to hide it! Don't act like I'm the bad guy here,"

"You are the one who was accused of rape, so," Alex added to Drew.

"I didn't rape that girl! She lied about her age I thought she was 18 but she was 14. And it wasn't like she was objecting! She wasn't even that drunk,"

"How could you do that, Alex? You completely called her out and humiliated her! What is wrong with you?" I screamed.

"I was trying to help you! I thought this is what you wanted!"

"Well you were wrong. And now Cam is God knows where and she's done. Did you see her face? She's really done, Alex?" I yelled, Alex flinching at my words.

"And who do you honestly think she's coming back for?" Drew laughed.

And for this first time, I didn't know who she'd eventually come back for.

**

*Cam's POV*

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrupt your plans or anything," I sobbed, walking into Zach's room at the apartment, "I just didn't know who else to call that would understand everything,"

"It's fine, Cam. Really it's okay.I never have any plans anyway," he laughed as I took as seat on the edge of his bed . 

"What happened?" he spoke easily, taking a seat across the room in a chair. 

As I explained the situation, Zach's expression rose then fell several times. Their was a period of silence after I finished as we both struggled for what to say to each other. 

"That's really," he began. 

"Fucked up?" I laughed, a breath escaping my life. 

"Yeah. It really is. They were both just as wrong as each other. They were both lying, you know?" 

"Yeah. I know," I finished, sobbing into my hands. 

"Hey, hey. Please don't cry," he pleaded, rushing beside me on the bed, "It's alright. It's going to be okay,"

"I know. I'm just so sick of being hurt by these two. I just, I don''t know. Is it too much to ask for a relationship without constant heartbreak?" 

"I'm sorry," he spoke, rubbing his hand along my upper back, "You deserve better than that. You deserve way better than the both of them. I think you know that. You knew you deserved better than me," 

"You had a problem," I began, looking up at him, "I don't like holding you against any of the things that happened back then because I know that that's not who you are. I know you and that wasn't you," 

"Still. You deserved better," he added, holding my gaze as I stared up at him. 

"You deserved better than me. I am the one who cheated on you with your best friend. That was a really shitty thing to do and I'm sorry," I stated, breaking the eye contact. 

"You had every reason to do it. I realized that after it happened," he responded, the contact between our eyes returning as he glanced down at my lips. 

"You deserved way better than me. You still do," he finished, his lips connecting with mine at once.

My lips moved swiftly with his, my hands gripping onto his arms, pulling his atop of me. My back fell against his blankets, the warmth traveling across my shoulders. His hands gripped onto my waist and up my torso as our lips crashed against each other's. 

What was I doing? Was I really making out with Zach right now? I had to stop this right now. I had to stop. Yet I couldn't force myself to. The feeling I had felt so sure, so safe as our bodies moved together as one. 

"Cam," he breathed as I pulled his body closer to mine. 

"Just keep kissing me," I demanded as he did as I told. 

He sat up, pulling me with him before placing me on his lap as I strattled his waist. My hands found their way down onto his thighs as his head fell against my shoulder, nipping at my neck as he regained stability. He took my face in his hands before moving his hips along with mine. 

"Cam," he repeated against my neck before throwing my body back onto the bed. 

Zach stood, stepping towards the door, turning the lock and walking back to the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head. His body fell back on top of mine as his hands found their way to the back of my dress, tugging the zipper down and pulling off the dress before tossing it on the ground. 

"Oh God," he sighed as I leant up, pulling his back down with me. 

His hands traveled all over my body, gripping onto my hips as he pushed his against mine as I sighed against the skin on his neck. My hands moved to the button of his jeans before he pulled them away and looked up at me. 

"You sure?" he asked, out of breath as I bit my lip at him, nodding. 

He moved to the table beside his bed, pulling out a small, square packet, placing it on the table and sliding off his jeans as we both slipped under the blankets. 

After retrieving and rolling it on, he tugged off his boxers tossing them aside and pulled at my underwear. His fingers cold against my skin as he pulled them down to my ankles and tossed them on the ground. He climbed back onto me before kissing me once more before making his way, moving swiftly against my body. As our bodies connected, I held onto his head for support, sighing in his ear as  he moved. My legs were wrapped around the back of his calves and my head fell back in pleasure as he finished before pulling away and falling back down beside me. 

For a moment, we just lay and caught our breath. Then what had just happened settled in and I couldn't have felt worse about myself. After everything that happened tonight, I jumped into bed with Zach? It couldn't have even been a guy I had just met or anything. It was Zach. 

"Are you okay?" he started as I sat up in a rush. 

"I'm going to hell," I breathed as a small laugh escaped his mouth. 

"You're not going to hell, Cam. It's okay. We'll figure out what just happened and we'll," he finished as I stood, gathering my clothes and stepping into them as he did the same. 

"I can't believe we just did that," I spoke, my voice small. 

"Cam," he began, stepping towards me, "It's okay. It was me. I pressured you into it. It was me," 

"No," I paused, looking up at him, "I wanted it just as bad as you did. That's why I'm freaking out," 

We looked at each other for a moment before I moved to grab my shoe as he stood in nothing but jeans. 

"I should probably go before everyone gets back," I stated, grabbing my purse off the dresser. 

"I'll drive you back to your dorm," 

"No, it's fine. I actually have a friend that works at some cafè a few blocks away and I'll just catch a ride with them,"

"Are you sure?" he asked. 

"Yeah. I'll be fine," I finished before stepping out of the apartment and taking an elevator down.