When she's in love with you, cheat on her
"But I think I'm still tryin' to figure this crap out. Thought I had it mapped out, but I guess I didn't."

"I love you, Mass," I whispered into her ear.

"I love you, too, Cam," she giggled back.

Three months of being friends, three months of dating. So far, everything's been working out fine. I've gotten to know Massie really well (did you know that she was sick with pneumonia at only the age of three?) and I actually love talking to her, and she's actually a great kisser (although we've never really made out, just a couple of ten-second long kisses) and her baby brother Todd is fun to play with. We sometimes treat him as our real son; we dress him and feed him and we bring him to the park. The past three months have definitely been my favorite. But still, I'm doing this for Alicia. I'm trying to get to Alicia. Yeah, I don't really love Massie. It's all just a lie to get to Alicia. Smart, eh? I'd like to think so.

Tonight, I was spending the night with Massie and her friends—yes, and that does include Alicia—on Westchester Park grounds for a camping trip Alicia and Dylan planned weeks ago. I snuck into Massie's tent, the one she shared with the snoring Dylan Marvil. And she wondered why she didn't have a boyfriend. I smiled down at her one last time and planted a kiss on her forehead. She whimpered happily and settled into her sleeping bag. "Good night, Cam," she mumbled, her eyes half-way closed.

I chuckled and ran a hand through her soft curls before whispering, "Good night, my love." I backtracked out of the tent and back to my own before I heard a psst coming from behind a tree. I raised an eyebrow, thinking that it was Josh. But no, because Josh didn't have long, flowing raven hair and a rack the size of watermelons. I tip-toed to the source of the sound and found Alicia Rivera herself in a huge t-shirt and boy shorts. I think I needed a bucket with all the drool coming out of my mouth.

"H-h-hi, Felicia," I stuttered, mistaking her name.

She chuckled and took slow struts towards me, her hips swaying away like it was nobody's business. I felt my mouth droop open wider and her button nose was a few inches away from mine. Why wasn't I kissing her, then? She smiled, her brown eyes warm and mischievous. I liked mischievous. "So," she breathed, "I love Massie and all, but seriously..." I felt her delicate fingers stroking my chest. Holy damn. "She has really good taste in guys." She leaned forward and nipped at my ear. I shivered.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Maybe... When you're done with her, I can get a ride? I mean, I know you want me, Cam. I see you watching me. But it's fine, 'cause I feel the same way." She shot me an alluring smile, one that could give Jon Cena a heart attack. She leaned in and her lips brushed lightly against the skin on my neck. "We could have a little fun, just you and me. No one's here, right?"

And with that, I couldn't take it anymore. My little Cam hormones couldn't take it anymore. I ripped my shirt off—feeling like Tarzan, whoo—and grabbed her hips, shoving them up against a tree. She giggled and grinded her hips against mine. I clenched my teeth and pressed my lips against hers. The kiss deepened quicker than I expected and soon enough, her shirt was coming off, too. My hands roughly collided with hers as we both tried to make contact with each other. This wasn't easy. She was, er, smarter than I was. She knew what to do, and I was just messing it up. But for some reason, she went along with it.

I heard her light whisper in my ear, the hushed, "I want you so bad." It sent my testosterone levels shooting. Soon enough, we were on the ground, her hands expertly maneuvering around me. My hands were just as professional. After a while, you get used to it, the touching, the grinding, the moaning. However, I felt as if we weren't alone. I felt as if someone was watching.

"Alicia, wait," I groaned, pushing her beautiful lips off my chest. She obeyed, hunger in her eyes. Hungry. For me. Wow. Seemed like a joke.

"What, Cam?" she irritatedly questioned, her arms reaching for me again.

I shushed her and threw her my t-shirt. "I think I heard someone," I told her.

She shrugged carelessly and grinned deviously. "Well, let's give them a show, then," she seductively replied.

I gulped, afraid of what was going to happen. Because I knew for a fact, that although my plan was smart, it wasn't well-planned. "Who's there?" I called quietly.

I heard a twig stepped on. Then Alicia whimpered. She hugged my arm. I attempted brushing her off, but she was gripping too tightly. I heard a sniffle. I stood up, freeing myself from Alicia's death embrace. I pulled on Alicia's shirt—jeez, why was she wearing the same shirt size I was?—and pushed the tree branches away from my face. A rustling of leaves. I was getting closer.

I pulled away another tree branch as I met face to face with Massie, her eyes swollen and teary. Her hair covered her face, sticking to the dried tears. She was sniffling, her nose dripping from all the snot she conjured. She swallowed a hiccup and moved her hands over her face, rubbing it.

"Massie," I said, reaching out for her arm. Seeing her like that killed me inside. It felt as if someone smashed a glass bottle against me and used the shards of glass to cut into my veins. Yes, ow, it hurts.. "Massie, I—"

"Save it, Cam," she said. "I just feel sorry that you would cheat on me with my sister. Who knows where she's been." Her face contorted, tears welling again in her eyes.

"Massie, wait, Massie—"

But she ran. She ran, ran, ran. Far away from me. She didn't stop to her tent. She just left. She left me. Where was she going? I needed her. Massie, wait. Hold on, Massie. She needed to stop. She was going to stop, she couldn't run that far without stopping at least once. I needed to explain to her. I needed to get to her. I needed to tell her everything. I needed to tell her—

Holy fucking God. Holy mother fucking God. I. Fucking... Holy fuckballs.

I needed to tell her that I had fallen in real love with her.

an: disclaimed.

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