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UPDATE: I know four hours is nine letters, not eight. Quit telling me, I know. I'm editing it so it makes sense. I'm not changing it on here because I'm waiting until I'm done editing before re-uploading chapters.

UPDATE 2: Rania's name is pronounced Rah-knee-ah. :) 

CHAPTER FIVE

            How was that even possible? There was no way he’d know he should be here unless he unlocked his phone.

            I got up, walking over to Cameron. He didn’t say anything, just waved his phone, clearly unlocked, in front of his face.

            “I got the password. Clever idea. Four hours.” He smirked.

            “How did you even get it?” I asked. I had to admit, I thought I’d get away with it.

            “It took a while.” Cameron admitted. “I was just typing in random stuff, and then I realized the maximum number of letters was eight. So using what I know of you, I figured the password was eight letters. Then I just narrowed it down to that one night. I tried a couple of things. I tried ‘two times’ but that didn’t work, so I tried ‘four hours’, and the next thing I know, there’s a calendar announcement saying to be here at 7.” Cameron smiled widely, seeming proud of himself.

            I nodded. “Pretty impressive, Player. So if we just do this and get it over with, does that mean you’ll leave me alone?”

            He shrugged. “I kind of hope so. It’s getting depressing being rejected all the time. And besides, I’m worried about my reputation.”

            I couldn’t help it; I started laughing. “You’re funny. Really. So how is this going to work? Because in the only plan I had, you didn’t show up.” I told him.

            He held his hand over his heart dramatically. “I’m hurt that you think so low of me.” he cried, drawing the attention of some nearby customers.

            I laughed harder, remembering him telling me about his ‘acting talents’.

            “Come on, Player. You know you just came for the food.” I rolled my eyes, pulling him along by his wrist. Hey he might be clingy, but at least he was funny.

            “Damn you got me.” He joked, moving his arm back a little so I was holding his hand.

            I didn’t know how to react, so sped up a little. I couldn’t deny that holding his hand felt good, but I didn’t want to lead him on.

I never tried to lead other guys on, they just never seemed to get that I never wanted love. Relationship? Fine, but don’t expect anything out of it.

It wasn’t my fault guys forgot that.

“So, he figured it out?” Rania asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I nodded. “Yeah. So now I don’t know what we’re doing.” I said, taking my seat. It took a little bit longer than it should have, and I realized too late that me and Cameron were still holding hands.

We both let go at the same time, almost like he’d read my thoughts.

            It was quiet for a minute, as Rania subtly stared at me. I knew what she was trying to tell me, and I didn’t want to hear it.

            In her eyes, Cameron was actually interested in me. She was assuming that he was going to be my boyfriend and finally get me to settle down.

            Yeah, right. I didn’t want any of that. I’d probably just be a slut for a couple of years. I’d read enough to know exactly how not to do it, and I could easily be the best. The mistake every slut in stories made was getting attached to one night stands, and I clearly didn’t have that problem.

            God, did I really think so high of myself? I probably wouldn’t be able to convince that many guys to sleep with me in the first place…

            “Tay! What do you want?” Rania asked, kicking my leg under the table. I shot a glare at her, surprised to see Matthew had arrived and was staring at me and Cameron, amusement clear in his eyes.

            I bit my lip as pain from Rania’s kick hit me, but faked a smile for the waiter. I told him my order, making sure to smile a little wider. He was cute. Not exactly hot, but he was cute enough that if he’d come up to talk to me at the mall, I would definitely stick around.

            “So, Tay,” Cameron began, smirking, “think we’ll have a repeat of last week?” He asked.

            I laughed. That was all he could think of? “I doubt it. I kind of want to see how many guys are better than you.”

            He frowned for a second, before letting the smirk come back onto his face. “Well you’re more than welcome to come crawling back to me when they don’t live up to my awesomeness.”

            Cameron faked a macho-man pose, making me laugh louder. I knew Rania was probably giving me some weird look, but I couldn’t help it; Cameron was funny.

            “Sure, sure. Tell you what, if none of the girls live up to my awesomeness, you can ask again.”

            He started laughing, grabbing a straw that was on the table, ripping off a part of the top, and blowing the rest of the paper in my face

            “Cam!” I laughed, watching him frown.

            “Cam?” He asked.

            I nodded. “Yepp. Cameron takes too long to say when I’m annoyed.” I teased.

            “I like it.” He told me seriously.

             I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t exactly original.” I told him.

            “Maybe not, but it sounds sexy when you say it.” Cameron flirted, and I winked at him as the food came.

            “Do you need anything else?” The waiter asked, and I smiled a little when I realized he was looking at me.

            “Actually, I lost my number. Do you think I could have yours instead?” I asked, stamping on Cameron’s foot to make him stop glaring at the poor guy.

            The waiter’s mouth fell open a little, and he nodded way too eagerly, writing it on a piece of paper and handing it to me.

            It had a number, followed by a call me. Patrick.

            I nodded, putting the number in my bra. “I’m Taylor, by the way. I’ll call you later.”

            He walked off, and I wanted to laugh.

            “You know, you are technically on a date.” Cameron said, still glaring at Patrick’s retreating figure.

            I laughed. “Just watch, we’ll get a discount on the food.” I smirked at Cameron’s wide eyes.

            “So you just played the poor guy for a discount?” He asked.

            I thought about it. “No. I really will call him later.”

            “Oh yeah? And when’s later?” Cameron countered.

            “When I’m on my death bed?”

            Cameron laughed, holding his side. “We really need to hang out more. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while.” He admitted.

            I turned to see what Rania and Matthew thought, only to be greeted by two empty seats.

            “Where did they go?” I asked.

            Cameron looked around, finally pointing in a corner.

            “I think they’re making out over there.” He told me, and I glanced over to the corner.

            “From here it looks like a lot more than just making out.” I grimaced. “That’s… nasty. They really don’t get the meaning of PDA do they?” I shuddered.

            Rania was like my sister, and no girl ever wanted to see her sister doing that with her boyfriend.

            Cameron laughed again. Apparently I’m a freaking comedian too.

            We ate our meals, pointing out different people and making up stories for them. I choked on my drink when he explained why a guy was sitting unusually still while his male companion had his hands under the table.

            I checked the time as I threw some money on the table; it was already 9PM.

            “Shit!” I cursed, sitting up quickly.

            “What? What’s wrong?” Cameron asked, sounding surprised.

            “It’s 9. We’re late for the party.” I told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door.

            I dialed Rania’s number. “Hello?” She answered, sounding a little drunk.

            That little bitch had left without me. “Thanks for telling me it was time to go!” I told her.

            I heard her hiccup slightly. “Sorry! You looked cozy with Cam.” She emphasized the nickname I’d given him, and I groaned.

            “Whatever. This just means that either we’re staying at the guy’s house after the party or we have a DD because I am definitely not staying sober.” I complained, watching Cameron pause in the doorway of his car.

            He tilted his head slightly, silently asking if I needed I ride.

            I nodded, sighing slightly as Rania rambled drunkenly about something or another.

            “Yeah, ok. I’ll be there soon. Just don’t do anything too stupid.” I told her, hanging up and getting into his car.

And no, I didn’t have any idea what kind it was. It got him from point A to point B, so why should I even care?

            “Thanks.” I told him.

            He just smiled at me in response. “Any time. Besides, I needed to tell you something.” He said.

I glanced at him wearily. “What?”

He handed my something, and I was shocked to see money.

“What’s this for?”

“I asked you on the date, so I paid. This is just the money you left on the table.” Cameron shrugged, and I slapped his arm hard.

“Technically, it was a mutual thing so you should have at least only taken up half of it.” I crossed my arms.

I felt the car swerve slightly, and gasped, looking at Cameron, who was slightly red.

“What the hell was that?” I asked.

He coughed, scratching his head with a free hand. “Squirrel in the road.” He mumbled.

I looked around at the highway. “There are no trees, Cam.” I crossed my arms again, waiting for him to glance at me so I could raise my eyebrows.

When he did, the car swerved dangerously again. “Ok, your boobs look really big when you do that.” He admitted, focusing too much on the road.

I looked down, noticing I now had a very full cleavage, and burst out laughing. “You are such a guy.” I choked out through my laughter.

Cameron frowned. “You’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be? I know guys are going to look at boobs, so why get mad?”

He shrugged. “Most girls would lecture me about being respectful and not ogling them or something.”

I snorted. “You really know how to pick them, Cam.”

He rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to reply, but was drowned out  by the music thumping from the house.

I’d been here a couple of times, but I could never get over how big Jack’s house really was. Well, if something this big could be classified as a house; it was more like a mansion.

“Ready for this?” Cameron asked.

I nodded, smirking slightly. “Guess I’ll see you if no one else is up for tonight.”

He winked. “So I’ll meet you in a guest room in, say, an hour?” He asked.

I shrugged. “Sure. Later Player.”

I headed into the house, hugging a couple of people who somehow knew me.

Or maybe they were just completely drunk already and thought they knew me.

“Hey, where’s my best friend?” Matthew’s voice asked from behind me, and I headed to the drink table before answering.

“He’s probably heading in. He did give me a ride over here.” I told him, making myself a coke and vodka. Damn this guy had some nice drinks…

“Alright. Tell him I’m going to be upstairs with Rain because she’s hot and I wanna do her.” Matthew stumbled off, and I saw him take Rania’s hand before heading up the stairs.

I rolled my eyes. I really worried about him sometimes, and right now I was worried about my best friend. She was a stupid drunk. One time she spent over an hour opening and closing a closet door, thinking it would lead her to Narnia.

I shook my head slightly, looking around the room.

“Hey… Taylor, isn’t it?” A man’s voice said, and I turned to see Jack.

I smiled, hoping it was slightly flirty. “Yeah, it’s Jack right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, this is also my house that I’m letting be trashed tonight.” He smirked, leaning toward me a little.

“Well, thanks for letting us crash. It’s a cool party.” I told him, even though I’d only been here a couple of minutes.

“Yeah? I think I have a couple of ways it could be better.” I could smell a little bit of alcohol on his breath, telling me he was only a bit tipsy.

I let myself smile innocently. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

He smirked, obviously thinking he was playing me easily. “Why don’t I take you upstairs and show you?”

I downed my drink, feeling the burn as it hit my throat. “Thought you’d never ask.” I let him take my hand, leading me to a set of stairs that I hadn’t noticed before

Damn I really was a slut… I’d been on a date with Cameron not even an hour ago, and here I was about to have sex with a different guy.

My life was definitely awesome.

He opened a door, making sure to lock it when it closed, and pressed me against it, kissing me roughly.

I let him take the lead, as my mind instantly wondered to Cameron.

I tried to make myself focus on the really hot guy who was currently taking my shirt off, but I couldn’t stop comparing everything he did to Cameron.

Maybe this was a normal thing. I mean, it would make sense that I’d compare Jack to my first time, right?

I let my head fall back as Jack kissed down my neck, hitting that one place that made me moan.

I wanted so badly to moan Cameron’s name, but bit my lip. I wasn’t going to ruin my second, technically third, time by saying another guy’s name.

“Want to move to the bed?” Jack asked, and I nodded automatically.

I had to get Cameron out of my head. I had to. I refused to become attached because of some emotional shit.

Jack pushed lightly, and I fell onto my back. His weight on top of mine actually felt good. It was different than Cameron, but I hoped that would make it easier.

Jack engulfed me in a kiss again, and I couldn’t help but think that even though he was a good kisser, there was no spark.

Unlike with Cam…

Dammit I had to get this done. Either I had to get him off, or I had to leave him here and meet Cameron or something because this just wasn’t working.

“You ok?” Jack asked, looking as though he really didn’t give a care.

“It’s not like you care.” I smirked, kissing him. Flirting I could do. Kissing I could do as well. Hell, maybe I’d be able to keep him doing this until he just wasn’t interested.

That thought was a definite no when I heard him moaning slightly.

“Yeah, keep doing that.” He breathed, and I almost pulled back to ask him what the hell I was doing.

I just kept kissing him, letting my hips grind a little. Maybe if I got him off this way, I could pretend I freaked out because he came early?

God what was wrong with me? This completely hot guy was practically in the palm of my hand, and all I could think of was Cameron!

Maybe I needed my head examined?

Or maybe you really did get attached. The stupidly reasonable side of my brain said, but I pushed it away. Obviously I wasn’t drunk enough yet.

Jack grunted, and I pressed my hips against his harder. Neither of our bottom halves were even off yet, and he looked almost done. Either he was crap in bed, or he was more drunk than I’d thought.

“You should… stop before I…” He panted, but it was too late.

I backed up, pretending to freak out. “Oh my God!”

Jack looked stunned, and I took the opportunity to leave before he could say anything else.

And it was getting really hard to hold in the laughter threatening to erupt.

I threw my shirt on, leaving the room quickly. Jack probably wouldn’t be out for a while, waiting until he could claim he was drunk and spilled something on himself.

I shut the door behind me, letting out giggles, only to crash into the one and only Cameron.

“Hey, where did you go?” He asked, taking in my appearance. His face fell slightly, and he asked, “already had sex? That was fast.”

I couldn’t help it; I cracked up laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Cameron asked, making me laugh harder.

“Spare room. Now.” I managed to get out, and was promptly dragged into one.

I heard the door lock before trying to calm down.

“I almost did. But Ja-, I mean, the guy, seemed to have a little problem. He only got my shirt off.”

Cameron smiled a little, before seeming to realize everything I’d actually said. “Wait, what was his problem? And who was it?”

“He, uh, how do I say this nicely? He was done way too quickly.” I summarized, ignoring his question about who. I also, very easily, omitted that I hadn’t stopped thinking about him.

Cameron burst out into laughter, startling me slightly. I’d never heard him laughing this hard before, and that was saying something.

“You really don’t seem to get the effect you can have on a guy, do you?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“Maybe not, but I’m a little tipsy, and definitely disappointed, so either you can leave and find me someone to sleep with, or you could just -,” I didn’t even finish.

Cameron’s lips pressed against mine hard, and I found myself running my hands through his hair, needing more of him instantly.

This was what my body wanted. This was what I’d been missing in those 5 or 10 minutes with Jack.

I let the pleasure take over me once again, trying to remind myself to hold on to common sense.

As soon as he touched me, however, those thoughts flew out the window, and all I could think was, I could get used to this.

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