A/N: I'll be updating these a lot faster now, and hopefully finishing this story off...? Wheee. :)

Disclaimer: Don't on SK.

Run Devil Run

Influences

"Cam..." I breathed. Stop. Stop. Stop. Right now. Please.

Of course, I couldn't exactly say stop. I was too busy freaking out.

What do I do? I can run, but... Cam could easily outrun me and then slaughter me.. And besides, he'll just be waiting here until I come back home again. Which I have to, sometime, right?

So I can't escape him by running.

And sure, I'm a good fighter...but he has a switchblade. He could just shank me like no other and kill me right here.

But is he psycho enough to kill someone?

I looked at him. His crazed-looking blue eyes. His blood-thirtsy grin.

Yes, he was way beyond capable of killing.

"Yes, Sam?" he smiled faux-sweetly. "I'm only here to finish something I never got to start!" then he seeths. "Sam, you know you're not stupid..."

"Thanks," I say. "I appreciate you complimenting me. Ready to slice me to death, yet?"

He grins a wild grin and takes a step forward. "The thing about you is, is that you let people walk all over you."

I tossed my head back in disgust. "You're insane. I don't let people walk all over me... I let you walk all over me."

This made Cam stop for a moment. "What?"

"And do you know why?" I was talking so I could distract him. Meanwhile, I dialed Speed Dial 2 (Casey) on my phone behind my back.

"What?" he repeated.

"It's because I was under the influence." I smirked and then snapped, "Under you're influence."

I heard the soft ringing of the phone behind my back. Good thing Cam was too away to hear Casey pick up and say, "Sammy?"

This was my chance. Very loudly I said, "GET AWAY FROM ME, CAM, LEAVE ME ALONE, CAM, AND STOP HARRASSING ME... CAM."

I said it loud and clear enough for Casey to hear in the phone, on purpose.

I heard the other end hang up.

And I knew he was on his way.

I needed to distract Cam some more until Casey arrived to kick some ex-boyfriend ass, I mean butt.

But Cam doesn't like to be "distracted". Cam was angry.

"Influence? You were under my influence? Bitch, you were under your dad's influence! His half-assed attempts to be a father were pretty damn crooked." he gives me a little smirk. "So don't even talk about my influence."

Okay. It was one thing to stalk me and track me down all the way in California and confront me with a switchblade.

It was another thing to insult my dad's fatherly abilities.

And yeah, maybe he wasn't the most responsible father.

But he was trying, ok?

Then Cam attempted the most stupid thing in the universe- he tried to sprint forward and headlock me.

What a laugh.

I'm a pretty fast runner and I was away from him pretty fast. And then his headlock attempt?

It was pathetic. His headlock attempt gave me full access to his hand and I could easily reach his switchblade.

Once I had it in my grip, I jumped back. "You're a fool." I smirked at him.

"Sam!" he gasped. But he wasn't paying attention to me. He was staring at Casey's dark SUV pulling up into my driveway.

Casey jumped out and beelined over to Cam.

"Hello...Cam." he smirked, cracking his knuckles.

"Casey, meet Cam." I said, a smirk on my face. I was beyond relieved.

I turned to face a bewildered Cam. "Cam, meet Casey."

Cam turned back to Casey. "You're-you're Sam's new boyfriend?"

Casey rolled his eyes. "Uh, yeah. And her name is Sammy."

Now, I could tell that there was only one thing here bothering Cam.

Casey.

And by the look in his eyes, it wasn't for the reason I thought.

"Cam, you may as well just leave now." I said. "Before Casey beats you to a pulp. You may seem 'scary' and tough back in Boulder, but honestly, its only because you're the number one 'pusher' back there."

"What-"

"Face the facts. You're powerless without your drugs-and your girlfriends. Without them, you wouldn't seem powerful and controlling. You would be a pathetic boy sitting at home watching The Hangover. Wait. You already are."

Cam just blinked at Casey, and then he did something stunning. "You're right."

I was aghast. "What?"

"What?" Casey repeated.

"You're right, Sam, at least a little." he rolls his eyes a little, "but whatever. I know I'm a screw-up and a failure and whatever, but you can't exactly blame me for being like this when there are guys like this-" he points to Casey.

"Wai- wait a minute! Why are you pointing at Casey? What do you mean?"

"I mean, people who don't need other things or people to cover up their flaws. You know...what's the word..."

"Insecure?" I ask.

"Yeah. Whatever." Cam slumps a little. "Well, anyway, whatever. Keep the blade. I should probably be going on. Bye, Sam."

Dude. What was happening?

"Wait. Cam." I couldn't believe I was saying this.

"What are you saying, Sammy? Let him go!" Casey hissed.

"Cam-stop!" I was about to go after him when Casey grabbed my arm. "Sammy-stop-he's playing you! Can't you see?"

Cam turned back, "Yeah?"

"Um..." I held out his switchblade. "Here. Your blade. Just don't use it like you used to, okay?"

He closed my fingers around the blade and groaned. "You keep it, Sam. I don't want to do this whole you-keep-it-no-you-keep-it game or whatever." then he looked me in the eyes and before I had any idea what was going on, his hands were on my face and he was kissing me.

I don't know what happened first- Casey calling him a douchebag or Casey shoving him off me? I was too out of it to realize.

And then next thing I know, I was awake. I opened my eyes and blinked. I was on the grass. On the side of the house, where no one could really see. I was on the ground.

In my hand was that blade.

But wait. Why was there blood? I couldn't move. Or speak. I manage to fumble up and finally manage to pull out my cell phone and dial Casey's number.

In no time, Casey was in my yard, next to me, holding me steady.

I explained to him everything that had happened. About ho I called him over to help me with Cam, how Cam kissed me and he pushed Cam away and called him a douchebag.

Casey looked at me like I was crazy. "Cam? Me? I never came here, Sammy. I've been at Marissa's. That never happened. Are you okay?"

He felt my forehead and said, "God, it seems like you passed out or something. Its freaking burning out here."

"You're saying I dreamed all that?"

"Yeah...I guess so."

"Then where did this knife come from? And who's blood is this, because its not mine!" I waved the blade in front on his face.

"That?"
"Yeah. If that whole kissing-thing was a dream, then something had to be real for me to have gotten the keys."

But what?

And who's blood was this?

And most importantly...why had Cam spared me?