A Bad Romance |C.D.

Chapter 1

Brooklyn's POV:

"Brook," I heard a low voice say from behind me.

I turned around and saw Cameron.

"Cam," I sighed smiling.

I haven't seen him in a month. And to make the story short I missed him like crazy.

I ran to him and jumped into his arms. He quickly caught me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"I missed your lips so much," He said against my lips.

I felt a frown form on my lips.

Of corse he didn't miss me the way I missed him. I was madly in love with him while he loved the sex.

"What?" He asked putting me down.

"Oh just realized that since your here my brother and the boys are here," I lied.

"Don't worry, Baby Girl," He grinned pulling me to my bedroom then locking the door, "they all won't be home for another hour."

I grinned as I fell down on the bed.

He threw his shirt and jeans off before hovering over me.

"Let's make it a fast one," He mumbled before kissing me.

*30 minutes later*

I looked up and saw Cameron looking for his boxers.

"On the dresser," I said wrapping the thin sheet around naked body.

"Right," He chuckled slipping them on then fallowed by his clothes.

He turned around to me and cupped my face.

"What?" I asked.

"How can a girl look so sexy yet be related to Sam Wilkinson?" He asked against my neck.

"I got to good gens," I said laughing.

*Ding*

I pushed Cameron away from me and grabbed my phone.

We are on our way home and brought pizza!
-Samuel

"Get out so I can get dressed," I said looking up at Cam.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," He smirked.

"Out," I laughed pointing to my door.

"Love you too," He said leaving.

Even though he didn't mean it I still got butterflies in my stomach.

I sighed knowing that he'll never mean it. Because to him I'm just some girl that's good in bed. But to me he's the guy that puts a smile on my face everyday.

Cameron's POV:

I walked downstairs with the taste of Brooklyn still on my lips.

I couldn't get enough of that girl. She was a drug to me. I never really had a sex problem with girls, but when it comes to having sex with her I can't get enough if it. And it wasn't just because she was amazing at it, there was something else.

"When did you get here?" Sam asked as they all walked inside.

"Told you guys I didn't want to go to the mall," I said shrugging.

"You better not be messing around with my sister," He said in a serious tone.

"Bro, calm down," I said with a chuckle, "no offense but I can't stand your sister. She's always trying to throw herself at me when you guys are not around. It's pretty pitiful. I mean she's 18 I'm 20. Not going to happen."

All those words were lies. Age doesn't matter to me at all. And she never throws herself at me. We kinda just do it at the same time.

I heard a small gasp come from Nash and point behind me.

I turned around and saw a hurt Brooklyn.

She looked right at me with tears running down her face.

"Fuck you, Dallas," She growled before turning on her heals and running up the stairs.

It took everything to not run after her for some odd reason. I've never had that urge when a girl cried because of me. Why her?

Chapter 1 COMPLETE!!! Next one will be better! Plus here is a picture of Brook!
-Lexi 😽✌️