3rd person
"Cammie, where's my food?!" Josh asked her drunkly after returning from the bar in the small town of Roseville, Virginia.
"I was with Jennifer the whole day, I told you to order pizza," she said nervously. Josh's eyes were angry.
"Now, you listen to me, Cameron," she visibly gulped while choking back tears. "You will do as I say, understand?" Josh barked at her. She nodded quickly and headed over to the kitchen.
She thought that with time, it would get better. But it only got worse.
"WHERE'S DINNER, YOU UGLY SLUT?!" Josh yelled at her after another trip to the bar a few months later. But she remained calm, with 10 boxes containing her belongings packed in a wagon at her side ready to go.
"Josh, we're done." She stated firmly. His eyes grew enraged.
"YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS ROOM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND, WHORE?" He proceeded to sloppily throw an empty glass bottle of booze at her. She ducked and whisked her wagon of possessions out of the door, and away from her past life.
She heard a shatter of glass hitting glass, and then a roar. She ran, as fast as her legs could, towards a hotel.
A few weeks later, she found a new home, a new life in New York, with a group of best friends which included Liz, Bex and Macey.
About a month later, her friends dragged her into a bar to 'loosen up'. They dressed her up up in nude coloured dress with a chunky silver belt. She convinced her fashionista friend to let her wear flats instead of heels.
She sat by herself on one of the high stools, because her so-called friends abandoned her for the dance floor, and ultimately left her vulnerable to drunkards. But it was nothing she hadn't dealt with before.
A tall, handsome man her age approached her. She was about to flee when she realized he was completely sober. Heck, why not, she thought as he sat down next to her.
"I'm Zach," the man said in a low but friendly voice. She did a brief scan of him. He had a chiseled jaw, striking and alluring green eyes, and messy dark brown hair. He had a good few inches on her, and he had defined muscles. You could see the faintest outline of his toned chest, arms and abdomen through his black tee-shirt.
"Hi, I'm Cammie," she said hesitantly. Zach gave her a small smile.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked with a goofy grin and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. She laughed and nodded. She ended up getting a Bloody Mary, while he got a shot of tequila. They laughed, and talked about their lives.
"I currently work in the small coffee shop on the corner over there, but I'm studying to become a teacher," she said. Zach was majoring in film, hoping to work in that field later on in life.
The chatting slowly became reckless, as the two downed more and more booze.
"You know, Cammie, you look reeeeaaaly nice today," Zach whispered to her drunkly. Despite the alcohol, she blushed.
"You don't look too bad yourself," she replied confidently. Zach smirked.
Zach made the first move. He leaned over slowly, and pressed his lips against hers. Although they were both drunk, the spark between them was undeniable.
Tentatively, Cammie deepened the kiss. Then it became more heated, and they stumbled their way to Zach's house, which was luckily just around the corner.
Both of their clothes and undergarments were all over the floor of Zach's living room. They were both frantic, and the couch became their bed.
Cammie cried out in bliss, with Zach following.
That night changed them both forever.
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Cammie woke up first, to Zach's room. She sat up and stretched, but lay back down, because a bright ray of sun was streaming through a crack in the curtains and made her squint.
She blushed when she remembered the events of the previous night.
She gently got up from bed, and tripped over their pile of clothes. She shivered, and decided to put on Zach's shirt. She inhaled his scent and sighed.
I should really call Bex, Liz and Macey, her subconscious told her. But she ignored it.
She turned on the TV to check the news. This was a habit of hers since she was 10 years old. The hum of the speaking calmed her, and she was always in the know.
Cammie plopped down in front of the couch and watched the news. Weather, sports, the usual. Her favourite part was the actual news, where they report accidents, kidnappings and so on.
Apparently, there was a kidnapping in Maine, a huge blizzard in Siberia (not surprising) and a huge robbery in Russia. Whatever, Cammie thought. She got up from in front of the couch to make breakfast, when an arm pulled her close. Cammie gasped and giggled. She heard a rumble of laughter.
"Goodmorning, sleepyhead," Cammie told Zach. He laughed and got up towards the kitchen. "Hey! That was my job!" Cammie complained playfully as she saw Zach fry eggs and bacon. He shrugged and smirked at her.
Cammie took the time to observe Zach's shirtless figure. He has great abs, Cammie thought to herself. Zach turned around and smirked at her again.
"I know, my abs are pretty great," Zach said cockily. Cammie's eyes widened in surprise as heat bloomed across her neck and onto her cheeks. Did she say that out loud?
"Yes, you did," Zach said, as if reading her mind. Cammie's blush deepeed.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Camster, you have quite a nice body yourself," Zach said, smirking at her. Cammie turned from a tomato to a tomato smeared in hot sauce. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself.
"Jeez, Cammie, I saw everything last night," Zach said cheekily while winking at her. Ok, that did it, she was no longer a tomato covered in hot sauce, she was then a sunburnt tomato covered in hot sauce and beet juice. That's disgusting, no one would eat that tomato, Cammie thought to herself, grimacing.
"Hey Zach," Cammie called out shyly. Zach turned around.
"...What are we?" She asked tentatively. Zach replied immediately.
"We're whatever you want us to be," Cammie felt more confident.
"Okay, boyfriend," she said, feeling brave. Zach smirked. Damn his hot/annoying smirk! Cammie thought.
"Okay, sexy hot girlfriend," Zach replied. And queue more sunburnt tomatoes covered in hot sauce and beet juice.
