I'm back! I know I made you all wait an extra week so I'm extremely sorry about that. Thank you all for changing the settings to match my story. I have like little to no experience writing... smutty scenes so please bear with me on this. They're not going to have sex... yet, so I don't want to get your hopes up, but there will be scenes like this thrown in every once in a while. Thank you so much for all of the reviews, each one makes me smile. :)
Warning: Language and heated scenes.
AN: I don't own anything but the plot.
"I'm bored," Carlos whined as he sat along with his friends around the campfire.
His friends groaned, "We know, Carlos."
They had been sitting around the campfire for what seemed like forever doing absolutely nothing.
"Let's play a game," Camille suggested, leaning an arm on Logan's shoulder as she stood. Considering what happened last time, she knew that no one would suggest "Truth or Dare".
"How about 'Never Have I Ever?" Stephanie spoke up, looking around. Her friends perked up a bit and nodded.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Who wants to go first?" Kendall asked.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" James shouted excitedly, waving his hand high in the air.
"Okay James, go ahead," Camille said as she stifled a laugh. She held up all ten fingers just as everyone else did.
"Okay, here's a good one! Never have I ever… risked damaging "The Face"."
"James, that is so not fair," Jo complained putting down a finger like everyone else, "No one even calls their face that except for you."
They laughed though. This was the first time in so long that they were given the chance to be… normal.
"Hey guys," someone called out. They all look up to meet the eyes of blonde Jennifer followed by brunette Jennifer and curly haired Jennifer behind her. "What'cha playing?" she asks, her eyes shining.
"Jennifer just go away," Carlos waved her away, ignoring her completely, something he would've have never done years ago.
James, intoxicated by the blonde's beauty said, "Never have I ever."
"Really?" she squealed, "Can I play?"
"Yeah sure," James replied in a daze.
"James!" Kendall shouted, elbowing him until James realized what he had just done. But it was too late.
"Cool, who's turn is it?" she asked still standing with her friends.
"Carlos," they replied swiftly. "It's Carlos' turn. Then, it's yours."
"Okay, never have I ever… uh… I don't know, can I just skip my turn?" he asks, stumped on a question.
"Yeah sure, Carlitos." James says, patting him on the back. Carlos lit up and grinned.
"You're so stupid, Carlos," blonde Jennifer mumbled. "Okay so my turn right?" She walked over to Camille, glaring into her eyes. "Never have I ever been called a slut, never have I been abused and never have I ever… been pushed into the pool."
She didn't know was coming and frankly, neither did anyone else. And then, before Camille can react and move away from her, she's grabbed by blonde Jennifer and thrown into the crystal blue pool.
Camille hisses at the pressure on her almost healed wounds as they sting when hitting the chlorine. She whimpers, but something flashes through her eyes. Anger. She reaches up and wipes away the few tears that escaped and pulled herself up and out of the pool. She's done. She's done taking crap from everyone. She's done letting everyone walk all over her and she's done being treated like a little kid. She was done.
Her friends have their mouth agape, astound by how selfish and cold Jennifer really was. "Jennifer, how do you have the nerve to do that? How can you be so fucking cruel? You're going to regret what you just did, Jennifer, I swear, you'll regret what you just did," Kendall threatened as James and Jo held him back from attacking. Logan recollected himself and was about to speak when he was cut off by Camille.
Camille walks up to her so that they are practically nose to nose. She scrunches her hair, deriving it of water. She could do this. She could stand up for herself. "Guess what, Jennifer? I'm done. I'm done taking crap from you and everyone else. This isn't about my past or anything else. You can't treat anyone like that. I can't believe you just did that! I always knew you were cold but I didn't know you were heartless. If you didn't have pure intentions then why hang out around me anyways? To make me miserable is that what you want? Well guess what? You're not going to succeed in your evil intentions," Camille seethes angrily.
"You're right. That's exactly what I want. I want you to be miserable just like every other talentless person in this city. I can't stand how talentless, slutty people like you get to stay in Hollywood and still make the big time here. We all know I'm talented, more prettier than you and definitely more fortunate than you. Of course, no one would have ever dared-," Jennifer is cut off by a slap in the face.
Camille drew back her hand right after it collided with Jennifer's cheek. "Want to finish that sentence? Or better yet, how about I finish it for you? I'll admit it now that the secret's out that I was abused. But that doesn't make me any less human. I'm just like everyone else. There are so many people out there who have had it way worse than me, so yeah, I'll admit it. Can't say I'm proud, but at least I don't hide my true self like you."
She briskly wipes away her angry tears, and then she turns around and dashes into the Palmwoods and into her apartment.
Logan turns around furious. "Why did you have to do that? Are you freakin' crazy? I would yell at you way more, trust me, I'm beyond furious, but I think Camille's covered just about everything," Logan falters when the Jennifers take a step back but threatens her one last time, "And one more thing, if I ever even see you looking you looking at Camille again, don't think that I won't do anything about it, got that?"
Jennifer huffs and turns around to leave. "We're really sorry about this, guys," curly and brunette Jennifer apologize but turn before they receive a response.
As soon as they are out of view, everyone turns to look at Logan. "Are you okay, man?" James asks, slapping his hand to Logan's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to go back up to the apartment to check on Cam, okay? I think she just needs some time." Logan informs them, indicating that they shouldn't stop by until the next morning.
"Yeah okay, I think we're all going to head up to our apartment now. Call us if you need anything okay, bro?" Logan nods and they all scatter.
Logan enters the apartment, closing the door behind him quietly in case Camille was asleep. "Camille?" he calls out. No answer. He peaks into the other rooms before entering their bedroom. "Camille?"
The bathroom light is on and as he pays closer attention, he can hear the water in the shower shut off. He breathes in deeply. He can't believe she just said all that. These past few weeks, haven't been easy and though he didn't want to admit it, she was broken. She was strong considering all that happened to her but at the same time she wasn't. She was broken, as much as everyone didn't want to admit it, but tonight proved that she was healing. She was getting better.
"Logan?" Camille asks as she enters the room not expecting to find him there. She's only wrapped in a towel and a light pink hue rises to her cheeks. "I didn't think you'd follow me so soon."
"We kinda live together Camille. And besides, I wanted to make sure you're okay. You're okay, right?"
"Yeah, I'm better right now than I've been in days," Camille smiled. She walked over to the closet and began pulling out her clothes. She slips off her towel, leaving her only in underwear and a bra. She slowly begins to pull an over-sized shirt over head and lets it slip onto her body. Logan slowly closes his eyes and licks his lips. He may respect Camille more than anyone else but he, afterall, was still a hormonal teenage boy and seeing his incredibly hot girlfriend change in front of his own two eyes was making his mind fuzzy, making him think… thoughts. He licks his lips again, gliding his tongue over his pink lips. His eyes were still closed.
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Time must have frozen because the next time he opened his eyes, she was still in the middle of slipping on her shorts up her long creamy legs. Too soon. Logan licks his lips again, his eyes focused on Camille and his hormones running crazily. He, as much he doesn't want them to, forces his chocolate brown eyes to close. Long creamy legs, bright shining eyes, petite body and everything else in between. Everything about her was so… perfect and he loved it. He loved her. He shook his head, trying to get the unreasonable thoughts out of his head.
Suddenly, he felt a hand cup his cheek. "Logan? Are you okay?" he hears Camille soft, gentle voice speak.
"Huh?" he asks, startled as he opens his eyes, "Y-yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?" she asks, concerned. She makes herself comfortable on the bed, sitting next to Logan. Logan nods steadily, reassuring her.
He needed to do something about all the sexual tension. He didn't know if she felt it too, but he most certainly did. And then before he can stop himself, he leans in and presses Camille onto the bed before he attacks her lips with his own. He kisses her with all the passion he can muster. He reaches behind her head and tangles his hands into her beautiful dark brown curls as her fingers latch behind his neck.
"Ugh, Logan," Camille half moans and half complains as Logan moves his lips from her lips and glides them down her throat, eliciting a deep moan from her. "Logan!" she shouts, clenching her teeth. He moves her lips and slowly begins to kiss her collarbone and shoulder, occasionally sucking on her pulse point.
This is what he wanted, her screaming out his name as while exchanging passionate kisses at the same time. He had gotten what he wanted.
He crept his hand up her creamy legs, fingers lightly grazing her skin. He lifts up her shirt, gently kneading the soft skin there. He marvels how soft, how tight it is. It feels good. It feels so good. He creeps his hand up further and cherishing the skin there. Logan moves back up, hovering over her before he crashes his lips back into hers. His hand creeps up further and soon he can feel her bra. He pushes further, pulling the red material of her shirt off. Attaching their lips again, he caresses her cheek and stomach with his hands.
"I love you so much," Logan mumbles into the skin of his collarbone.
"Same," she gasps when Logan begins to suck at the skin there, "here."
He wraps his arms around her petite waist, pulling her closer as he moves his lips back up to hers. She fumbles up to unbutton his shirt, and as soon as it opens she strips it off. Her long fingers trail down his definite, toned abs, causing him to shiver under her touch. She pulls away from his lips and presses hers to his chest. She kisses his chest, shoulder, collarbone, everything she has access to. She doesn't know where all this confidence is coming from today, it was as if she was taking control of everything. He tucks his index finger under her chin and forces her to look up. But as soon as their eyes meet, she leans up to kiss his lips which he gladly returns, pressing her harder onto the bed. Suddenly she pulls away, aware of what dangerous territory they were in.
"Logan," she pants, not entirely sure if she wants him to stop, "We-we should stop." She's breathless, as is he.
He nods sadly, missing the warmth of her lips on his. As if she was reading his mind, she leans up and presses her lips to his one last time before collapsing on the bed. He lies down, just barely sitting up. Camille scrambles and leans her head on his slightly glistening chest as he wraps his arms around her bare waist. She falls into a deep sleep, a content smile gracing her lips. Logan sighs, moving her off his chest and setting her on the bed gently so that she wouldn't wake up.
It was all too much. Reality was hitting him and overwhelming all the same. This was real. All of it was real. She was so broken. What if she was never fixed? Then what? Camille rolls over. Logan gasps, hyperventilating while backing into a corner. His breaths were coming in short gasps, each sharp intake of breath making his throat ache. The scars. There were so many. The criss-crosses the cruel words of hatred that would forever be carved into her skin. Such ugly scars on such a beautiful body. Logan lets a few tears slip down his cheeks as he bites the inside of his cheek. His girlfriend, the love of his life, was abused. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. She didn't deserve any of this, she deserved so much happiness. So why did this have to happen? She was so sweet and kind to everyone so why did this have to happen to her?
He chokes on a sob. "Camille," he whispers helplessly. He let his walls down for now. He needs to cry and break down before something truly goes wrong. He backs up until he hits the wall and slides down. No. He needed this. Logan closes his eyes and leans his head into his knees and shudders a sob. This was never supposed to happen. They were supposed to be living a life full of happiness, getting used to living together and romancing one another. Not this.
"Why Camille?" he whispers up into the ceiling. He clenches locks of his raven colored hair in his fists and pulls on them. He lets out a sob, his lips trembling and his shoulders shaking violently just like the rest of his body. Why did it have to be Camille? Life wasn't easy for her in the first place so why all this? She didn't deserve such cruel behavior. What Jennifer did today was outrageous. He wanted to go and get revenge, but he couldn't. Not when Camille didn't want him to. He knew that Camille wouldn't want him to. She was just that kind of person. He let a few more tears escape before briskly wiping them away. He makes his way back over to the bed and lays back down next to Camille, wrapping his arms back around her waist and letting a few more hot tears escape and wet her back. He buries his nose into her hair and kisses it. More tears leak out of his eyes, and wet her soft, creamy skin. He was done with all this pain. He couldn't stand to see Camille in so much pain. He wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.
Logan was done, he couldn't take much more. He needed some happiness in his life. Camille needed happiness. That's all that he could wish for. Too bad wishes don't always come true.
AN: So how was that? It wasn't the best, but I'm proud of it. So I know I moved up the rating and I should keep it M rated especially after this, right? Or should I move it back down? Now, you all have seen Logan's breaking point and Camille's inner strength. They're both healing, Logan's letting his emotions out and Camille's standing up for herself. Next chapter will most likely be the trial unless I get another idea. Trust me, you're all going to be... shocked. Feel free to send me any ideas. I accept anonymous reviews so feel free to use that to your advantage if you have any ideas. Thank you for reading. I have this whole coming week off (NO SCHOOL!) so I can easily promise you another chapter Saturday.
Has anyone heard "Intermission" by BTR. It AMAZING so go listen to it if you haven't already. Sadly, it's not on the album.
BTW, the amazing poeticjustice13 officially finished her story "We Are What We Experience" last week, so if you haven't already, go read her completed piece, it's absolutely breathtaking.
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