“Izzy, there's nothing to explain. I'm not going to force you to show me who you are. I can't see your face anyway. It’s too dark” I say, stopping right before his lips, I think. I swear I can feel his smile as he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up in a hug and brings his lips down fast onto mine. He lowers me down gently without breaking the kiss as it deepens. I weave my fingers together behind his neck as he clasps my face with his large hands and pulls me in closer.
The sound of my pumping heart drowns out the bass from the party below and I feel nothing but pure joy when he begins to walk away from the window, guiding me along the way. I'm not sure people can see us and right now I wouldn't care if they did but he must know that tomorrow I will panic about it. He kisses me a little softer now as his tongue ever so slightly lines my lips seeking permission to take the kiss deeper. I
I follow Faith to the front door calling her name as loud as I can but it dies the moment it leaves my mouth, only to drown in the loud chatter and music that seems to be pouring into every orifice of the house. I curse under my breath trying to decide what to do. Do I follow her and tell her exactly what's on my mind? Or do I apologize for taking it too far? Shit. I don't know how to do this stuff. I shouldn’t have to apologize, I didn't do anything I didn't want to do and it didn't seem like she was all that averse to it either. This is all because of Angela. Damn it. If I had just dumped her yesterday like I planned then she wouldn't have had a right to interject. Then Faith would have stayed in my arms and not worried about the fact that I have a girlfriend. Not that Angela was a real girlfriend. I mean really she just wanted the perks of being my girlfriend and I could do whatever I wanted with
“Hey,” I say like a moron swinging my arms as I walk up to her awkwardly. Faith sighs heavily. “Cameron.” she says emotionless by way of a greeting and the deadness of her tone strikes me hard as my chest begins to ache from her lack of emotion. “Listen. I’m sorry.” I say, rubbing the back of my head and dropping my gaze to the grass she is strangling. At Least she is showing something. Even if it is anger. “It’s fine. I was drunk when I kissed you. I had a momentary lapse in judgement.” she says not looking at me. Again with the lack of emotions. This girl is going to kill me. “Faith, look-” “Cameron. You have a girlfriend and you screw everything that walks with boobs. I’m just some game to you.” She says matter of fac
*Faith POV* The stream of sunlight glares in my eyes as the wind blows through my partially propped open window. I groan reaching for my phone to check the time only to realize I had shut it off last night. I roll to my back and take a deep breath as I click the power button and wait for it to come back to life. Within a moment my phone vibrates twice. 2 missed alerts from Izzy. nothing from Cameron. I scoff at myself and my wicked train of thought. Why would I ever imagine that Cameron would reach out? And why do I even care? I can't help but tsk in disappointment at the message. Izzy thinks he took it too far. That's what he thinks I'm upset about? Men are so dense, they just assume we are not perceptive at all. I can still clearly see the way he shuffled and tried to hide from Angela when she came in like he was so embarrassed to see me. A little tear stea
The doorbell rings and I call down to Mia telling her the cash for pizza is on the entryway table. I can hear voices downstairs in a low hush and the door shut as I come bounding down the stairs. My wet hair perched on my head in a messy bun with an oversized stained sweatshirt and some spandex shorts underneath. When I put my foot on the landing I teeter and almost fall over when I see who is standing in my foyer. “Cameron!” I say shocked. Looking over to a confused and mildly amused Mia. “What are you doing here?”. “I need to talk to you.” he chokes out slowly as his eyes travel the length of my exposed legs and up to the old ratty high school football sweatshirt. I cross my arms and try to hide my pleasure at the way his eyes are devouring me even in my disheveled state. “About what?”
*Cameron POV* I groan sitting up trying to find the source of the knocking that pulled me from my slumber. I hear a quiet tapping on my door and leaning up to check the time on my phone. “Yeah?” 4:36 am. Holy shit. really?! “Cameron, Your mother is here.” Says one of the butlers. “Ok,” I grunt as I swing my legs to the side of my bed tossing my blankets back. The cool air swoops in, making me shiver as I hop up from my bed. With a little added speed I walk to my closet tossing on a pair of sweatpants and my black hoodie. I grin a little thinking about how the last time I had this hoodie on Faith was in my arms. I wish it still smelled like her. Slipping my feet into my plush slippers I walk out of my room and
7:15 rolls around and I sit waiting near Faith’s locker. I check my watch every 5 minutes hoping she shows up soon. She skipped her run club this morning and I have to see her before class today. I've been waiting for 2 hours just to see her face. I know I can't talk to her about this, not when she is struggling with her own things, but just being around her seems to have a calming effect on me. I'm finding myself growing more anxious and worried about my Grandma and angry and murderous about the manipulation Angela and her father are pulling off on my family. How am I literally stuck in a relationship with the world's biggest gold digger? I hear a fake girly giggle and my blood runs cold. Angela. Shit. I start to walk hoping she won't see me. She chats away about the new birthday present I am supposedly getting for her to confess my undying love. I toss my hood up over my head and pretend to be getting i
Walking past the workout room for the 3rd time this week I quickly peek in looking for Faith. The past two days she has skipped her usual running club workouts. Thankfully I was able to see and speak to her all week as Cameron but she still refuses to respond to my messages as Izzy. Thank God there are so many different apps for messaging and calling people and that I had the foresight to use those in place of my real phone number as Izzy. It was much less stressful giving her my number as Cameron knowing she wouldn't be able to discover my secret. At least not based on messages and phone calls. Berry and Mariah come out of the weight room holding hands and giggling, narrowly missing my nose with the door as it swings open. I can see Faith on the leg press machine through the swinging door. I take a deep breath adjusting my hoodie and wiping my sweaty palms on my gym shorts as I walk in head slightly down
*Faith POV* I can't help but feel like I'm on cloud 9. I'm actually friends with Cameron, Izzy likes me, I mean really likes me. And though I have feelings for Cameron, knowing Izzy feels the same way I do for him is enough to make me think about a possible future with him when he finally reveals himself. It’s weird how this year has turned out so far. Here we are a few months into senior year and I’ve kissed 3 different guys, gone to a party, had several mental breakdowns and made two new guy friends. Oh and Noah came back. I can slowly feel myself opening up, letting people in. ok not very many people and both of them are secrets, but hey it's a step in the right direction. I mean I'm going to have to be friendly at college if I want to make it through I suppose, We will just call this all a learning experience. I try to keep the smile from my face as I wal