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six

"Clubbing? Are you all kidding me?"

Jaren and I had come downstairs and made dinner for all the guys that were home, which was Jay, Mason and Toby, including us. After we all ate, we decided to play a giant game of Monopoly to pass the time before the rest of the guys got back.

Halfway through, the band of idiots had returned home. And they had brought the wonderful idea of going clubbing along with them as well. Now, we were all sitting on the couches, discussing this awful idea.

I rolled my eyes and plopped next to John. "No fucking way." I quickly glanced over to Cameron, who was looking down at his phone. Hopefully, nobody noticed that I was completely engaged with staring at him. He hadn't said anything about the clubbing. I think he was neutral.

"Why not Charlotte? Lighten up. You're on vacation. Have some fun." I shot Eric a look as I kept quiet.

"That's the thing. Charlotte doesn't do clubbing." I scoffed as I looked over at Jaren. "I don't mind the clubbing, I just don't want to have to be in charge of all of you drunk fucks." I was quickly returned with a bunch of negative remarks that came from all of the boys.

"What makes you think you will be in charge of all of us?" I was about to answer before I was interrupted.

"She doesn't drink." All eyes now shot over to Cameron, who was still looking down at his phone. He still looked hot, I couldn't lie. Finally, I built up enough confidence to shoot back at him.

"And what makes you think that?" I asked in a somewhat rude tone. I mean, he did interrupt me.

All he did was let out a small laugh. I adored that laugh. "I just know." I rolled my eyes. He was right, I didn't drink, but I was very intrigued to hear his reasoning. "You can't just know."

He finally looked up from his phone and looked directly at me. His blue eyes shined from the natural light that was coming through the windows. I could stare at his baby blue eyes all day.

"Last night, when we were all drunkingly playing Uno, you didn't have one beer. Not one"

"So? Just because she didn't drink last night doesn't mean she doesn't drink at all."

"Matt, shut up."

He then pondered for a moment. "It's not only that." I glared at him. "Oh yeah? What else, smart stuff." He sat up straight on the couch, and looked back at me after looking at Matt.

"You keep to yourself most of the time. You're very quiet and you always seem content and humorous. You're the type of person who doesn't need to drink to have fun. You either don't need to drink, or something has driven you not to drink." He finished and I was completely taken back. Everything he had just said was true.

I don't intrude on conversations. I never say anything that is not needed, or shouldn't be said. I am a very content person, except for the occasional breakdown, which is usually caused from work. And lastly, I can have fun without putting a dumb liquid into my body. He was so right.

While I thought that all through, I hadn't said a word and was staring at the ground.

"See? I told you. Not a drinker." I didn't even answer him. Instead, I thought about something else.

How the fuck did he just know all of these things about me?

I knew for a fact Jaren didn't tell him. So how did he just figure all of these things out?

I then asked a very bold question.

"How did you figure all of this out?" He just shrugged his shoulders. That wasn't enough.