Best friend, I love you [Slow Updates]

Chapter 2 - Startled gasps

Chapter 2 - Bailey's POV

After running for about 2 hours I feel drained and in desperate need of water. I trail back to the house and push the back door open, letting myself in. I didn't need to worry about leaving it unlocked because no one will ever come out here.

After rewarding myself with some water, clenching my thirst, I quickly make my way back into Cam's bedroom. I glance at the clock and see that it's 2:55pm meaning that Cam should be home in a few minutes.

A wicked grin covers my face as I think of an idea. I crawl under the bed, awaiting his arrival. I'm going to jump out on him and I can't wait to see his terror filled face.

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I must have fallen asleep whilst waiting because I'm jolted awake when I hear the front door slam. I quickly ready myself, waiting for the exact moment to jump out on him. It needs to be timed perfectly to get the best result. I have attempted this many times but somehow he always catches me before I can make any real impact.

I hear him come into the bedroom and approach the middle of the room. I close my eyes so my hearing is at its best. I need to be able to anticipate where he is in the room otherwise this could be a total flop. It's weird but it almost sounds as if there are two sets of footsteps. The second set seems lighter than the heavier ones that move about the room knowingly. Those must be Cameron's, but who is with him? I'm not sure if this is such a good idea anymore.

I'm startled when a weight falls on the bed above me but I don't let out a sound. The frame groans under the pressure and I can feel the slates of wood curve, digging into my spine. I've waited to see him all day and a excited shiver runs through my body at the aspect of seeing him, even if he may have brought one of this friends back to hang out. Disappointment clouds the excitement when I think about being left alone in the house all day and now not getting him all to myself because he will be too busy with his friends. 

I start to shimmy from under the bed because if I don't do this now then I'm going to be stuck under here all day. I prepare myself to spring out on him but instead freeze when I hear an additional voice. I thought he might have been with one of the boys, but I was wrong. I need to get out of here. I don't want to be witness to this again.

I whimper when I hear their movements above me. I hastily carry on manoeuvring my way out from under the bed where I lay. Don't get caught, don't get caught. I change my crawl to a slower pace when I realise that I need to be quieter in my attempts to escape. Now I'm moving slowly, no sounds made as to not give my current position away to him.

I finally make it towards the door when I hear a gasping moan. Don't do it, don't do it. Just leave, DO NOT look back. I've never been a good listener though. My head sluggishly turns as my eyes find the bed. My head lowers in distaste at the scene before me.

He is hovering above her as they lay on the bed. His gentle hands run up her pale smooth stomach, where he trails open mouthed kisses. He gets daring as time goes on and moves lower to her pelvic area. One hand makes work of the t-shirt the girl is wearing, pulling it over her head with quick efficiency. His free hand toys with the button of her black slim fit jeans.

All too quickly the girl is now on top, straddling him. This makes it easier for her to take off any remaining clothing. Her small hands run up his stomach, tracing his hard abs. Her long pink nails scratch into his skin leaving a trail of red marks. Leaning down she sooths the marks with her tongue, stopping only to run her tongue over his nipple. A rough moan pierces the silence and only seems to spur on the redhead sitting atop him, quickly discarding his grey t-shirt that had been pushed up to his neck and helping him throw aside his jeans.

Their breathing becomes heavier, filled with moans as he quickly flips them back over and presses his lower half into her. A startled gasp falls from her mouth and she hooks her legs around his hips to bring him even closer, helping her grind against him. Her hands descend, finding the edge of his boxers and starts to tug them down.

My heart aches as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. It was only this morning that I was in his bed and had his full attention, now it seems another has it. I can feel the emotions swimming around, each one different. Rage, sadness, love and heartache all consume me as I watch him with her. She is nothing special, only one of many yet she still has more than what I will ever have with him.

What am I still doing here watching this? It's happened before, numerous times and each time I can't help but stay and watch, transfixed. I normally stay until they are moments away from 'doing' it and my then my brain normally starts to work again, alerting me that we need to leave. In the past I have always gotten away, undetected and unnoticed by both him and the girl he brought back for the night.

Today I wasn't so lucky.

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