Cam laid back on the bed and took in her surroundings. It was a cozy and simple room, with blue wallpaper with black designs scattered throughout. There were family pictures hanging over his computer desk. Getting up and walking over to it, she realized that it wasn't a family photo, but a picture of Spenser's Academy Swim Team.
Looking closely, she saw Tyler, Caleb, Reid, and Pogue all smiling into the camera, they looked a lot younger in the picture. It was a freshman picture, she realized, as she looked at the date. He was a Junior right now, as was she.
The water shut off in the bathroom, and she smiled. Noticing a picture frame, she studied it closely, and realized it was a picture of Tyler, Caleb, Pogue, and Reid with three girls. One had long blonde hair, and Caleb had his arms encircled around her. The other was mixed with long black hair, and Pogue had her swung up in his arms, both of them laughing. Another had red curly hair, and Reid had his arm protectively slung across her shoulders. Tyler was leaning against a tree, his face held a note of sadness in it and his arms were crossed his chest, looking lonely.
The bathroom door opened and Cam turned in time to see Tyler walk out. A huge smile crossed her face as she gazed at him.
"You clean up nice…" she teased walking over to him.
He laughed lightly and playfully put on a frown. "What do you mean 'clean up nice'?" She laughed and playfully swatted his arm.
"Oh, it was meant as a compliment." Cam said and smiled as he grabbed his keys and opened the door. His smile wore off as he saw a man standing there, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Chase…"
"Chase? You guys know each other?" Cam asked peeking around Tyler, a confused smile glued to her face. "What are you doing here? I thought we weren't supposed to meet until Sunday…" Tyler turned to look at Cam, an expression of disbelief appearing as he stared at her.
And then he was flying through the air. The last thing he heard before his skull crashed into the wall was Cam scream…and then blackness enveloped him.
