Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam Introducing Me 소설 & 이야기

Ten minutes later, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up in front of me. Jamie Melford hurried out of the car and opened the rear door for me. He bowed slightly, his voice tinged with emotion. "Miss, welcome home." I gave a small nod and stepped inside. I slipped off my work uniform jacket and tossed it casually onto the wool carpet by my feet. As the city lights streamed past the window, everything that had just happened felt like some absurd dream—one that was quickly fading into the distance. Only then did I take out my other phone and dial my best friend, Cathy Thompson.

" They were prioritizing Jeff's safety, blind to my bleeding hand. Only Wynnie, off to the side, saw my injuries and winced. All I did was pick up the director's photo and clean it off. I did not even bother looking at the engagement photo of me and her on the ground. I tucked the frameless photo away carefully, taking one last look at the family and the love of my previous life. "The Cunningham family didn't raise me. It was the orphanage you looked down on. If you can't bear to lose Jeff, then act like I never came back. From now on, let's be strangers in this vast world."

"Do you need me to step in?" I narrowed my eyes, taking in his taut muscles, and replied casually, "No need." There was no reason to waste energy on people who no longer mattered. The corner of Julian's mouth lifted slightly. He suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, and together we plunged into the pool. Warm breath brushed against my neck. "Then, wifey, it's time to eat."

"Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine." "Not if I pretend to be someone else," I defended. Marco laughed again. "I'll bet a thousand dollars in team heattie boy." "Team what?" I looked at him in astonishment and disgust. "Team heattie boy. Or should I say, JEATHER," he burst out laughing... again. "HEAME," Enzo chuckled. "You two fuck off." I stiffened up. These two were just the worse kind of people when it came to jokes. They were bad and terrible.

There are moving bodies everywhere, sand being kicked in different directions. I look around, instinctively looking for familiar faces. Gale grabs my hand. "Let's get some drinks and dance." I nod at him. A guy I've never seen before gives us ciders from a cooler box. "Thanks." He winks at me and sits on the cooler. I furrow my eyebrows and slightly giggle. "See? I told you you look beautiful." Gale side hugs me. I roll my eyes and chuckle. Gale and I seat ourselves on camp chairs near the band. The band begins to prepare for a new song and rocks Sucker by the Jonas Brothers. I hum along.

That night, when I got home, the military housing compound was buzzing with noise. I saw a group gathered around a campfire, and Justine and Wayne were right in the middle, teasing each other. My peers shot me knowing looks. Someone called out, "Craig, wanna join us?" I knew they just wanted to see me get humiliated again, like a few days ago when Justine embarrassed me in front of everyone. But that wasn't the old me anymore. This time, I ignored them and went straight inside, shutting the door to block out all the noise.

A smirk of satisfaction formed on his lips, then with one more act, he pulled his finger out, then slammed it right back into my pussy. “Arghhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, with tears rolling out of my eyes while I tried so fucking hard to loosen myself from the ropes. “Cum for me…” He said in a sweet tone. “Fucking cum on my fingers while I let you have the fucking taste of your sweet self. Cum…” My skin prickled, and my back arched completely, but just as I was going to cum, a loud knock suddenly filled the air, and a voice followed. “Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.”

Andrew popped open the thermos, revealing a pathetic pile of chicken bones in greasy broth. It made my stomach churn. Even a stray dog would've turned its nose up at that mess. I shoved it away. "I don't eat scraps." Cassandra's mask cracked. She shot to her feet, growling, "Don't act like you're above this! Quit playing sick and get back to work!" ... I laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "That's funny. You signed my pink slip. Besides, I've got a new job, so except for the divorce, we're done. Take your toy boy and go."

"Mommy!" My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her not to touch me, that I was dirty. A loud thud echoed behind me. I turned and saw that Hanson had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes were red and locked on my body, like he couldn't look away. "M-Melody?" His voice shook, raw and broken. He recognized me. I suddenly remembered something he once told me. No matter what happened, no matter how I looked, he would always recognize me at a glance.

Claude squeezed my shoulder and whispered “Well done. Best send-off ever.” “I’ve had a thought.” I said to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “How about we do some modern country for a little while? Think the rock went to my head a little. Then perhaps we give Jamie’s songs a shot.” I said thoughtfully. The elevator doors opened and I walked out first. My mom was waiting with the group, and to my surprise, Miss Preston. “Elvis is in the building.” Jamie called out when he spotted me, walking towards them.