an: okay, seriously, happy b-day tesseria:) sorry if this took so long Dx

My reason for writing this? Because apparently, it's the only way for me to be able to tell anyone about the little conundrum I have situated myself into.

Okay, so I'm the typical horny high school kid. I'm seventeen and I just need the sex, right? Well, that's what I thought at first. But I was literally wrong. Devastatingly illegitimate with the way I saw things in life. But see, my story is something that everyone thinks is the cliché, overdone story. But when you really look at it from my point of view... When you really experience it, that's when you know that it's something different, something that everyone should go through. Okay, I don't even think I'm making any sense here. Let me just tell you everything that happened.

I'm Cameron David Fisher. There's a 99.9% chance that you don't know me, but I want you to know something about me. I thought I loved; I was wrong. Hear me out. This is my chance. Here's my story.

Smile at her

"How can you think that any of this was easy? With all the friends I've lost along the way?"

"So, you really wanna get with Alicia Rivera, eh, Cammie?" Josh Hotz asked me. He was splayed on my bed, his eyes focused on his PSP.

I shrugged. "Why? Do you know any possible way I could get to her?" I asked, unsure. I watched as he turned his PSP left and then right, and then violently stabbed at the down button with his thumb. "Jeez, Josh, slow down with the Black Ops."

Josh rolled his eyes and turned it off, tossing it aside. He rested his head on his hands and idiotically smiled at my ceiling. He sighed in what sounded as pure content. "Cammie, Cammie, Cammie. Don't you understand?" He sat up and looked at me with a duh look. "Alicia would never go out with you because you don't go up to her. She likes man that can please her. Someone that will show her a good time."

I cocked an eyebrow. "And how would you know that little piece of information? You've never gone out with her."

Josh smirked. "Yeah, but I'm more of a lady's man than you'll ever be."

I rolled my eyes and threw a down pillow at him. "Shut up, dude. I have just as much game as you do."

Josh guffawed and slapped his knee. "You? Yeah, right, dude, your last date was last freaking year. And it was barely a date."

I rolled my eyes again. What Josh didn't know was that I already had a plan to get to Alicia. I was going to get to her through her step-sister, Massie Block. They were as close as hell. So fine, I'm sixteen, Alicia's seventeen and Massie's fifteen. But that's what so sexy about it; is that I feel as if I'm living in a One Tree Hill episode.

I watched Massie Block for the past week. She was cute, I had to give her that. But she looked too... fragile. She looked easily broken. Like if I left her, she wouldn't be able to live. I didn't need clingy. I needed a real woman. With real womanizing skills. Okay, fine, Massie looked really nice in her plain t-shirt. I mean, it clung onto her every curve and and her jeans fitted her thighs well. But she wouldn't be able to pull off that low-cut v-necked blouse Alicia Rivera was sporting.

I needed to do just one thing.

Smile at Massie.

And I'd get her sucking on my... you don't need to know that information. And as I passed by them in the hall, Massie chuckling at something that Alicia whispered in her ear, Dylan Marvil's eyes dancing with joy and Nikki Dalton's laughter ringing down the halls, I stared at Massie.

Stared. Stared. Stared. Stared hard. Glanced at Alicia for a couple of seconds. Stared back at Massie. Cute, real cute. Stared. Aha.

Her amber eyes—had I ever mentioned they were amber? Well, they're amber—caught onto mine. I grinned my Cam grin, the one I practiced in the mirror for three years to accomplish, and she completely fell at my knees.

She smiled softly back and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She went back to talking to her three friends, but I knew that I so got her.

She continued glancing my way, but I had already forgotten about Massie. I was now staring at Alicia Rivera's breasts that were spilling out of her freaking shirt.

Damn, be mine.

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