"Kiss me," the amber eyed vixen murmured into the dark haired boy's ear.

Cam nearly fell out of his chair. Straightening himself he turned to face Massie, who'd just arrived, a scowl on his lips. He felt a little mad and guilty about using her for publicity, but this was ridiculous. He was not going to kiss her, that was for sure. What on earth had happened to love? Cam couldn't believe two people would agree to date each other, just for attention.

Yet here he was, at a four star restaurant in New York, with a classy Massie smiling at him from across the table. Cam, of course, could appreciate the girl for she was dressed up in a black V-necked blouse with a matching pencil skirt cinching in her waist. Her heels nearly brought her to his eyes, but he was a little smug that he was still taller than her.

"There are paparazzi, you moron, kiss me!" Massie leaned forward and hissed in his ear.

Ah, there was the controlling girl he knew. No Massie Block could ever be as demure and pleasant as the one who had begged him to kiss her a few seconds before. No, Massie didn't murmur, she demanded.

"I'm not going to kiss you every time someone whips out a camera," Cam scowled, shoving his slender piano hands into his pockets under the table.

The girl before him let out a sigh before clenching her fists. Did he want this or not? It had barely been a week, but Massie didn't think she'd be able to survive anymore of Cam's wariness of kissing her. Maybe this was part of the good guy act, but not even Derrick had been able to keep his lips off her in front of her mother. Sure, Cam and her weren't even dating and it would be awkward and awful the next day, but Massie hadn't been kissed in more than a week. She missed knowing somebody had wanted her.

"Maybe us going out was a bad thing," Massie sighed, resting her chin on her hands, "we can't go two seconds without fighting."

"Well maybe if you stopped trying to kiss me every two seconds we wouldn't be fighting," Cam pointed out, snarkily.

A perfectly groomed eyebrow was raised. "Wow, so you do have a backbone," Massie sneered.

"That's it," Cam made to get up from his seat, failing miserably due to Massie slinging a long leg over top of his lap.

"I'm sorry," she said after a couple seconds of awkward silence.

"Okay," Cam muttered, shoving her leg off of his lap. That had been way too close to his penis. If she had gone just an inch higher he would have been in a lot of pain.

"I'm just really stressed out right now. I mean my mom practically disowned me. My boyfriend isn't talking to me and my best friend is out of town," Massie sighed.

"Tell me about it. I'm stressed out, too. I have this sex maniac trying to kiss me all the time," Cam smiled to let her know he was merely making fun.

She glared at him. Then her heart started racing as she caught sight of perhaps the worst possible thing she'd ever laid eyes on. Yes. It was that bad. Sure, reading about it hurt, but she didn't expect her heart to skip a beat when she saw the It Couple. Oh no, no, no, no, no…Derrick Harrington and Dylan Marvil were walking into the exact same restaurant she was currently spilling her heart out to with Cam.

"Are you okay?" Cam asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

She jumped off her seat and made her way around to sit next to him, ducking her head down and resting it on his shoulder. The boy was positively jumping with nerves and Massie was scaring him. Her heart was racing as she begged them not to look her way.

And then they did. And she let out a peal of laughter that made Cam jump.

"Cameron! You are so funny," she smiled, staring up at him, her eyes twinkling in adoration. Massie was a good actor.

"What did I say?" He asked, bewildered.

"Play along," Massie growled, that insane smile still plastered across her face.

"Aha, yes I'm hilarious," Cam said drily.

"Are they still looking?"

"Who?"

"Derrick!" Massie whisper-screamed at him.

"Oh, yeah. He kind of looks amused," Cam replied thoughtfully.

"Shit. He knows. You're going to have to kiss me," Massie sighed.

"What?!"

"Kiss me, Cam."

And then her lips were reaching up to claim his. He felt the pressure and tasted the sweetness from her mango flavoured chapstick. Her lips were soft and molded very comfortably to his own. It was almost…natural. Instinct took over and he began, gently, prodding his tongue into her mouth, careful not to drool too much. Making out was fun, making out with loads of saliva was not anyone's thing.

He stopped when he heard her let out a small moan. Oh, hell no. Cameron Fisher had just made out with Massie Block. He fluttered his eyes open to see Massie staring back up at him.

"That," she said in a tiny, strangled voice, "was good. Very believable."

"Very believable," Cam echoed back her own words.

Very believable, indeed!

"Thanks for the ride," Massie said and attempted a smile.

Cam stared back at her and nodded slowly, not even trying to hide the fact that things had changed – well, for him - between them. He'd been like that for the whole rest of the evening, wide eyed and speechless. Massie felt a teensy bit guilty that she had taken advantage of him and made out with him against his wishes, but he had reciprocated!

"You're not…celibate are you?"

"N-no. I'm not. Nerves, you know," Cam stuttered in that grumbly voice of his.

Massie's cell phone going off interrupted the quietness between them. Struggling in her purse to find her phone, Massie wondered what on Earth was up with Cam. Then she stared down at the blinking screen before her. Oh my God.

It was a picture of Massie and Cam at the restaurant, making out in plain sight for paparazzi. Underneath the photo, the caption "Corrupting this Good Boy, too?" grabbed her attention. Well then. Scanning the article a few words stood out to her. Like 'manipulating', 'fake', and 'just for attention'. Since when had anything good about Massie Block been said from the press? Yeah. Never.

"I'm really sorry," Massie said, blinking back tears and thrusting her phone towards Cam.

He scanned the picture, a look of shock coming to rest on his handsome features.

"This was a really bad idea, I don't know why I agreed. I'll talk to Skye okay, you don't have to go anywhere near me anymore," Massie sighed.

Stay strong, do not break down in front Cam, do not break down in general. If you're going to break anything break Dylan's face. Yes, those were Massie's thoughts as she tried to shut out her emotions.

"It's okay," Cam murmured, "I'm getting attention, am I not?"

"Not at the cost of your reputation, Cam. I'm in this right now, trust me, it doesn't feel good."

"Massie, I can't leave you out to hang. We're in this together now," Cam's voice was pained.

The girl never responded, choosing to instead dash out of his car and run towards her apartment stairs. Cam sighed, pushing back his dark hair before driving off. Fuck it, it was time to have a talk with his lovely stepsister, the one he swore he'd never talk to again – Kristen Gregory.

"Brother!"

God, had her voice always been that chirpy? Cam rolled his eyes before replying.

"Step-brother," he corrected around a mouth full of bagel.

It was 8 in the morning, way too early to have a conversation with Kristen Gregory. She was well mannered and meant well, but she was always brown nosing something or someone. Cam couldn't believe his dad had married her mom making the two related. Sure, Kristen wasn't bad, but…Cam couldn't erase the image of her at the wedding. She had been wearing a weird off white colour and full on gloves. This wasn't the 1900's, and someone had to tell Kristen.

"Why have you gotten the sudden urge to contact me?" Kristen asked. Cam could imagine her calculating eyebrows shooting up and trying to figure out what Cam wanted.

"Well it's about this girl," Cam muttered.

"Cameron, you have a girlfriend?" Kristen chirped again.

"No, no. Just a friend. Massie Block, maybe you know her?" Cam pondered.

The line went dead for a couple of seconds. He could still hear Kristen breathing so he knew she hadn't hung up. He wondered what Kristen could be possibly thinking of that it was taking her that long to answer his freaking question.

"Yeah, I do," Kristen's voice was tight.

"Well, great, see she has this problem - " Cam was cut off from the rest of his sentence.

"Look, Cam, I don't want to tell you how to live your life, but stay away from Massie Block. She is the world's biggest slut, and she's made my years at Westchester horrible. If you had any brain cells you'd know she's bad news. I really wanted to pretend I didn't see that picture of you two kissing, but I have seen it. And I agree with the article. She is fake, and she is manipulative," Kristen's voice broke. "She's made my life Hell."

Cam stopped. What? Well she had drunk that wine a little fast back at the diner. And she did seem to have a cruel side – controlling. He was a little hesitant at first. Finally he told Kristen he'd call her back. It seemed he had dodged a bullet.

For a second there, he had really been starting to like Massie Block.

Hi friends! The chapter ending was super rushed but i really wanted to upload it because i ddin't want to keep you guys waiting ugh. thanks for your patience. please drop a review in the review box, and maybe even add some lasagna.

well we get to explore cam's relationships! ooooooh and conniving kristen.

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