Hey! I promise to update this story semi-regularly. I know I've neglected some of my other stories due to my hectic schedule, but I will try my best because I was just sparked with the inspiration for what I hope will be a great story. Please review, as your thoughts are always appreciated.

Camille's POV

Logan. Every time I merely hear his name, my heartbeat quickens and my muscles tense with anticipation. After everything that happened between me and James, I had finally gotten Logan back. Two weeks after he broke up with me, he appeared at my apartment doorstep unintelligibly stuttering with a bouquet of roses in hand. It was more than alright that I couldn't understand his words, because I knew just what he was trying to say, All I had to do was lean in, and the rest was history. It's been three weeks since that evening, and now another night is stuck inside my head. It was the night Logan broke up with me.

~Five Weeks Ago~

"Hey, hey, Camille, wait up!" called James as he chased me down the hall.

"Just leave me alone, please," praying that my voice wouldn't break.

Tears were streaming down my face, my acting breaking as soon as I left 2J. Logan had just broken up with me, and the last person I wanted to see was James.

"Camille," he said as he stepped forward and grabbed my wrist.

"Leave me alone," I repeated.

"What's wrong?"

"James, stop it. Let me go."

"Camille."

"Let me go?"

"Please?"

"He broke up with me."

"But I thought he forgave us."

"He did."

"Then… why?"

"I don't know. Can I go now?"

"I guess- I guess you can," he said, looking me in the eyes in a way that nearly drowned me in guilt. Slowly, his grip on my wrist loosened.

"James," I pleaded.

"You know what I want, Camille."

"And you know that's not what I want at all, James. I'm sorry."

"You're lying."

"No I'm not."

"You wouldn't have kissed me if-

"It's not like that, OK? I'm in love with Logan."

"I doubt it."

"You're wrong."

"You're so oblivious!"

"I'm oblivious? That's it, I'm-

"Please don't go."

"James, honey, you know that I love him."

He looked at again and the guilt washed over me again. How cruel of a person was I? Kissing someone who wasn't the boy I was in love with? Leading two guys, who happen to be best friends, on?

"I do. I know it. You love him, and that's fine, but damnit Camille, you can't deny that there is something between us."

"I can wholeheartedly deny it, James. You need to just give it up! Give ME up!"

"No."

"How could you ever want to do this to Logan."

"I-I don't know."

"You're going to lose him if you keep this up."

"You've already lost him."

"I'm going to get him back."

"But if you don't…"

"No. I already told you-

Suddenly James's lips were on mine. I was briefly frozen, but then I realized what was happening. I pulled away and gasped, frantically shaking my head.

"I can't," I whispered.

"Yes, you can," he said before pressing his lips to mine once more. The time I had kissed James a couple of days ago flashed in my head. It had brought on so much pain and grief, emotions which I harbored at the moment. I voice in my head eerily whispered that I had already screwed up so much, that I should just make James happy. I kissed him back and another voice in my head screamed that I was in love with Logan. I whimpered into the kiss out of my remorse and emotional breakdown.

"I won't hurt you, love," James spoke softly.

At that moment, a new instinct took over and my body decided to express my emotions physically. I pushed James, pressing him against the wall. My lips became aggressive, and he eagerly responded to my advances. I angrily thrust my tongue into his mouth, and a battle for leadership ensued. Let's just say James took over for there. He triumphantly tugged on the collar of my shirt.

I briefly broke us apart, took his hand, and pulled him into my nearby apartment before slamming the door shut. The thought of being lucky that my dad had to work late vanished as soon as James lifted my shirt off. His hands were place on my hips and went to work on unclothing him. After I was done, he wasted no time in unhooking my bra, pulling off my pants, and yanking off my underwear.

"Lo-James," I gasped.

"I love you," he said breathlessly.

"I-I... don't… Logan… I wish…"

"Shh, you don't have to say it, love. You'll be in love with ME someday."

Those were the last words we spoke before losing our virginity to each other.

It's been five weeks since that night, and I pray that Logan won't be upset when he finds out. I can't lose him, especially when I might be… pregnant.