A/N: I've moved the rating up, due to sexual content in this chapter, and most likely future ones. Heh OuO.

This chapter is named after 'Bloodstream' by Stateless.

Sunday and Monday went by without the either of them talking to one another.

Technically, it was more like Cam avoiding every single text Frankie sent him, and his inbox had been filled with close to forty messages. To avoid any sort of temptation in answering them, he kept his phone in the corner of his room, not wanting to even glance at it. It wasn't as if anyone else attempted to contact him, so it wasn't difficult to venture away from the, at this point useless, device. Although, it was nice to know that someone cared enough to harass him, even if he assumed that person had never returned any sort of feelings for him.
Monday night, he decided to finally check his phone, picking it up off of the floor. Frankie had bombarded him with questions regarding Zoe and the Ravine. Were rumors already starting? The only way anybody would be aware of the night was if Zoe told. After he scrolled passed all of the Zoe inquiries, seeing that the timestamps weren't far from how late it currently was which indicated she hadn't sent them too long ago, one arrangement of words stood out.

'I still have your sweatshirt. Do you want it back?'

His locker was much closer to hers then he had initially thought.

He rummaged through the area, looking for the textbooks that belonged to his first class. As he was fumbling and dropping all of the objects inside of his locker, he was able to detect feet hurrying towards him. Slamming the door to shut, he turn around to see who it was, and to his surprise, it was Frankie, who apparently still had his sweatshirt on.

"Is it true?" No greeting; no friendly smile. She got straight to the point, which was something he had always liked about her. Beating around the bush wasn't exactly his style either.

"Is what true?" Cam replied, pretty confident that he knew what her question had been regarding to, but he wanted to be certain before admitting to anything along those lines.

"Everybody's saying you and Zoe gave each other head on Saturday. Is that true?"

Campbell struggled to respond, considering the look on Frankie's face. Her expression came off as more upset than angry. What if she had really liked him? He couldn't deny the truth now, though, considering that lying would make everything worse.

"Yeah." He paused, noticing that the girl had taken a few steps back, as if she was getting ready to leave. "But, wait, let me explain!" He spoke quickly, hoping to get her to stick around.

All Frankie did was shake her head. "You don't have to explain anything." The younger brunette mumbled as she began to stomp off, leaving Cam with the guiltiest look on his face.

He couldn't stop thinking about how terribly he had messed up. It was the only thought that consumed him the entire day, and all Cam wanted to do was mend things with her. He couldn't concentrate in any of his classes-not like he ever did, due to the fact he found all of the subjects completely and utterly boring. But Zoe hadn't meant anything to him; he had gone off and determined that Frankie didn't like him without asking her why she left with Zig. At this point, Campbell was almost certain she liked him-past tense, because he'd messed everything up. Maybe he had came to that conclusion because of how she still had his sweatshirt, or maybe it was the hurt look on her face.

He was stopped by another boy gripping onto the collar of his shirt and pulling him into an empty classroom, which caused his thoughts regarding Frankie to halt also. Cam's eyes widened immediately, not completely positive on what was going on. Soon, he was staring at the school president, Drew Torres. The irritation on his face was ever so present, but the smaller boy couldn't figure out what he had done to piss the other off that much. Why were so many people furious with him today? Him and Zoe were both single, right? What was so bad about hooking up with her?

He was thrown up against a wall hard, but didn't make any noise of discomfort from the action."I'm Zoe's boyfriend." Drew breathed, clearly enraged, causing Cam's heart to stop beating for almost a millisecond; he had never been in a fight before.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered, not knowing how to retort. He wasn't even a bit clever, at least not when another guy was forcing him against a cold surface.

"You heard me. She was wasted. You took advantage of her."

Cam shook his head, squirming in the older boy's grasp in an attempt to break away. "N-no, uh.. She suggested it.. I..I didn't make her do anything.." This wasn't an answer Drew was going to take, and Campbell was well aware of that. He readied himself for some kind of blow to the face; he wanted to get the hit done and over with.

"Shut up." He growled, making Cam's mouth close automatically. He didn't want to say anything that would make the situation even worse, so it was better to just obey.

But that didn't help, due to the circumstances. Drew's hand balled into a fist, and that fist was thrown in Cam's direction, right into his eye. The hit wasn't as shocking as painful, but he was able to stumble forward, which meant the other had finally let go of him. Both of his eyes had clenched shut, and when they had decided to reopen on their own, Drew was gone.

The lunchroom came off awfully quiet-at least for Cam. He wasn't able to pick up on any nearby conversations; all the boy was currently focused on was the black and blue ring that would most likely be forming around his left eye. It was incredibly red at the moment due to the 'present' Drew had given him. Cam wished he would've returned the action, but instead, he allowed the other boy to run off without any damage done to him. Everything had already happened, though, and now he had to worry about fixing things with Frankie.

He scanned around the room, needing to find the younger girl. What had gone down between him and Zoe had been a complete mistake, and he desperately wanted to take it back. There was no possible way that he could and he felt terrible. Cam quickly pulled out his phone, swiftly tapping at the keyboard.

'Where are you?'

No response. He hopelessly began to wander about the cafeteria, not wanting to give up the search easily. Maybe if he could at least talk to her, she might end up forgiving him; he didn't believe it, though. Campbell always ended up fucking everything up.

He soon found Frankie's table, realizing that she was sitting with Zig and his buddies. His sweatshirt was no longer on her body, and he couldn't help but wonder where it had gone. She was twirling her hair around her finger, staring off into the distance as the boys around her made wisecracks and laughed deafeningly. She didn't seem like herself; cheerful, bubbly, happy. Cam was able to catch a glimpse of her cell phone settled on the surface of the table-right next to her arm. What would happen if he confronted her? A million scenarios played through his head, and all of them ended up being negative in some way. But what else could he possibly lose? She was already furious with him.

Cam decided to send another text Frankie's way, since he didn't want to walk over to the table and have some kind of remark from Zig.

'Look behind you. Can we talk?'

Almost the second he pressed send, the girl glanced over her shoulder. An annoyed expression was plastered across her face, but she got up from the chair, and walked in Cam's direction-this was already going better than he originally thought it would.

"What?" Frankie spat, causing the boy's heartbeat to increase out of nervousness. He didn't know what to say. He had never been well at dealing with confrontation.

"I'm sorry.." was all Cam found himself saying, sighing underneath his breath. Was she going to let him explain himself, or walk away angry?

"Sorry doesn't take it back, Campbell! I don't get it. You act like you're totally into me, but the minute I'm gone, you're on some other girl! What's your problem?"

Everything was his problem, but he knew he couldn't respond with that, because trying to receive her pity wouldn't help the situation at all.

"I thought you liked me, too! I went there with you, but you ran off with Zig instead, so I didn't think you did anymore. I'm sorry if that isn't a good enough reason for you!" His own tone was beginning to get louder, and a few nearby tables were staring at them. Cam didn't like the attention; he needed to get them out of their so they could continue the dispute elsewhere. Before Frankie could reply, he grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the lunchroom. They both found themselves in a deserted classroom, standing in the room completely alone. Cam slammed the door shut, locking it, and then facing the girl again once he was it was secure.

"What is your problem?" Frankie repeated her question, overlooking his previous statements from seconds before as if she hadn't even heard them.

He didn't find himself answering whatsoever, instead his lips consumed hers as quickly as possible, holding Frankie as close as he could. She didn't reject the kiss, returning the same eagerness and fervent that Cam had displayed first. Moments prior, she had been irritated with the boy, but now she was allowing him to take her breath away. It didn't make any sense to her; she was still letting it happen, though.

Campbell moved back, gasping for air. "I like you too much." He finally responded to her question, not allowing her to speak before pressing his lips against hers again. This time the kiss was much more aggressive and needy. Frankie copied the same emotions he was putting into the embrace, not wanting to refuse the actions. It felt nice; it was just like the other nights they had spent together. All she could think about was that he wasn't kissing Zoe right now. He was putting himself at risk of getting caught with her at school, and for some unknown reason, it made her entire body melt.

Her back met a frigid desk, and Cam climbed on top of her. The kiss continued, and this time he ran his tongue along her lower lip, practically begging for access into her mouth. She granted it without any issues, parting her lips and beginning to dart her own towards his. She automatically allowed Cam to have dominance, considering it seemed that's what he was going for at the moment, and who was she to deny it? She had never been a very controlling person anyway. Her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing her lower half to arch against his. Her breath hitched as she attempted to hold back a moan, not wanting to be the first one to make any sort of noise. Cam's hands began to tug at her shirt, finding their way underneath and roaming around her bare skin. A shiver was sent up her spine at the feeling, causing her hips to buck against his again. She felt him shift on top of her due to the motion, which caused Frankie to smirk into the kiss.

His mouth was removed from hers, and Frankie was about question his motives, but the boy's pair of lips soon began to trace her jawline. They slowly, in an agonizing process, lingered towards her neck. Once he had reached his destination, Cam began to nibble lightly at the skin, causing a blissful sigh to escape her throat, humming softly as his actions grew slightly rougher seconds later. Her head tilted to the opposite side, giving Cam more room to work at her skin. Her eyes remained clenched shut, biting at her lower lip as brutally as possible to resist any more audible sounds from leaving her mouth. During all of this, her body continued to buck forward, allowing her lower parts to persistently rub against Campbell's.

As he ongoingly pecked at her neck, she was able to feel his hands working at her jeans. The sound of a button unclicking filled the room, as well as the noise of the zipper begin tugged down. Frankie couldn't help but gasp as Cam's hand went underneath the fabric of her pants, his finger teasing the already damp spot on her panties. Zig had never actually taken the time to get her worked up, so this pleasurable feeling was foreign to the girl. She instantly found herself craving more, which caused her hips to jerk once more in an attempt to create some sort of friction to help ease her desires.

"Cam.." Frankie exhaled out of frustration, desperately needing even more. He clearly got the hint, because soon enough, both of her lower layers of clothing had been yanked to her ankles. He slowly slid off of her, moving himself onto the ground, holding himself up with his knees. Suddenly, all of the boy's movements stopped, and it left her incredibly confused. She peeked over herself, glancing down at him.

"...A heart?" He questioned, referring to the way she had waxed herself. Frankie, quickly embarrassed about the confrontation, covered her red tinted face with her tiny hands She tried to hide the even bigger blush that was creeping on her cheeks during this process. Zig had never commented on that before, so she hadn't expected a statement from Cam.

"Uh, sorry.. I thought it would look cute.." The niner mumbled into her hands, refusing to expose the sheepish facial expression.

All Campbell did was smirk, even though Frankie wasn't able to see it. "I think you're cute." was all that left his mouth before he brought himself even lower, surprising the girl by still wanting to continue.

His lips began to trail along her thighs in an attempt to tease her, and to bring the mood back to where it had been before his childish remark about her shaving techniques. Frankie began to whine in anticipation again, wanting Cam to hurry up with whatever he was doing. Although, the boy was certain on what he was doing, considering he had done this a few times before. His favorite part of it all was the yearning and eagerness of the other, so he had no reason to rush the activity.

"Cam, please.." She started to beg, which caused him to chuckle in a low tone.

He pulled back from a second, pressing his lips together. "Someone's impatient." He mocked, deciding not to make her wait any longer. His mouth found its way to her core, beginning to trace the alphabet inside of her wet folds. Frankie shivered at the unfamiliar, yet satisfying, touch, not being able to hold back a loud, lusty moan. Her own eyes shut immediately and her hands found Cam's brunette locks, pulling on his hair gently as a way to show she was enjoying this. Frankie wasn't certain on how she was supposed to respond, so she hoped this was the right way; she didn't want to come off as inexperienced.

Cam tried his hardest not to smile at the noises the younger girl was making, because they always meant he was doing this right. His tongue found her clit, running over the sensitive bud, which erupted a few more groans from Frankie. From the way her legs were trembling, he was positive she wasn't going to last much longer. Keeping his tongue connected to her clit, he allowed a finger to insert inside of her, pumping it in and out as soft as he possibly could.

Frankie's sounds increased, and her body began to shake even more. She could feel something building up in the pit of her stomach. This unimaginable feeling was taking over every limb, and then suddenly, it hit her. She rocked her hips against Cam's finger, trying to ride out her orgasm. Once it started to fade, the boy moved back, standing up from the floor. Frankie panted, gasping for the air she needed. Once she had caught her breath, Campbell spoke again.

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" An arrogant grin was on his face when she finally glanced up at him.

"Shut up, faggot, and pull my pants up."

Cam obeyed, moving the pieces of fabric from her ankles and back to their original resting place. Frankie kept her attention on the boy, getting a good look at him, and noticing something she hadn't seen before. "Nice black eye, doofus." Before he could come up with some kind of witty retort, the bell rang, which indicated their lunch period was over.

"Shut up, idiot, and get to class."