stronger | catthew (discontinued)

chapter ten

cameron's point of view

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It was a medium sized red mark on his neck, which was slowly turning purple. I dropped my eyes and laughed a little and slowly brought my gaze up.

"Might want to cover that thing," I laughed at him.

His hands flung to his neck, fingers grasping the now-purple mark as he whispered, "fuck."

"I wanna do something fun tonight, maybe crazy, maybe reckless," I started, "you feeling my vibe?"

"Yeah," Matt nodded, slowly, "like?"

"Let's go clubbing."

"Cam, none of us are over twenty-one, nice fucking try."

"It can't be that hard to sneak in, plus I'm twenty, I can sneak in easily and I will just sneak you guys in. Come on, Matt, it'll be so fun."

"I don't know..." Matt started slowly, staring at his feet.

"WE'RE GOING CLUBBING!!!!" I yelled, spinning around in huge circles. "I'LL SNEAK YOU ALL IN!!! LET'S GET READY, FUCKERS!"

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"Do I have to go, Cam?" Nash whined for the sixth time in the past two minutes as he tugged on a blue flannel and fixed his messy quiff, "seriously... I don't want to. Why can't I just stay behind with Aaron and Hayes?"

"Who would I have as a date then?" I pouted like a young child, "come on, babe. You don't have to drink, I know you hate it."

I started to laugh as I remembered the time I got Nash drunk a few months back and he went insane for that night. He was running around the hotel room and knocking over lamps and as each lamp fell he collapased to the ground and sobbed next to it. He also ate two whole boxes of Lucky Charms and ended up throwing up for the rest of the night as I threw up right along with him. Couples bonding?

Yeah, not really, because we both woke up with blinding headaches and sore throats from all the liquor mixed with vomit. Nash vowed never to drink again, because and I quote, "that was the most fucked thing I have ever done in my entire life." And, he never touched liquor since then; me on the other hand, not so much. I had liquor once every few months, it wasn't an addiction and I didn't get drunk, I get tipsy.

Nash nodded, "fine but no liquor."

I danced around wildly before grabbing my phone and a room key and saying, "let's go."

After gathering up Taylor, Shawn, Jack, Jack, Carter, Dillion, Jake, and Matthew, half of us piled into Taylor's corvette as the other half piled into his Range Rover. Taylor handed me the keys after a long pause and a long glare.

"I will fuck you up if you wreck it, Dallas."

"I'll be fine, I think," I laughed as I opened the driver's door and got in.

"I think, my ass! It's I fucking know."

I put the car into life and followed Taylor into downtown Chicago for about fifteen minutes. Carter said he searched some club up online that usually doesn't check ID's and he said he made us a resevation under my name. He also said it would be pretty easy to sneak in. We had the valet park our cars as we stepped into line.

I stole a glance at Nash who was looking around nervously at all the girls with open dresses and all the men with suits on and he bit his trembling lip. Not all of his battles have to be won by me so I dropped my gaze and looked forward. He can do it himself, he is strong, I didn't need to hold his hand through life.