NIA'S POV...
I sat up in bed, murmurs followed by yells coming from the hallway.
"Bitch!"
It wasn't difficult making out Ashley's voice from the rest.
Getting up from the bed I was laid in, I proceeded out of the room going to have a view of whatever was going on out there.
People were crowded in the hallway murmuring on about something unknown to me. They were all stood in front of a room, peering on at whatever was going on inside there.
I saw the figures of Logan and Tyler suddenly rushing in.
Moving closer, I stopped right outside the door, having a look.
Cameron came in sight, figure being restrained by Tyler and Logan.
His scrutiny remained focus on someone.
Tracing his gaze, I saw a half naked Savannah, hands gripping onto the sheets tight, while she protected her unclad body.
"I'm sorry" her words wavered, while tears poured out her eyes.
"I swear, it was a mistake." She whispered, choking on her tears.
My eyes soon turned to the figure stood by the bedside, and at once, I recognized Jake.
The guy was just in his underpants, a blank look plastered on his face.
At once, I realised what was going on.
Cameron soon freed himself from the hands of Tyler and Logan, moving towards the door.
Just as his figure drew closer, our eyes met. The pain resting in his gaze was enough to have my face softening, heart filled with worry and pity towards him.
He tore his gaze away from mine, walked off into the hall, while my eyes lingered on his figure, watching as he went further out of sight.
At once, I hurried away, returning into the guest room, advancing towards the bed to lay on it.
Shutting my eyes at once, thoughts of Cameron englobed my mind. I could still see the pain that lingered on his face, how his jaw twitched, sadness crossing his expression, while he walked out of the room.
Never have I seen him in such a state before.
So Savannah did cheat on him.
With his friend.
Wondering wherever he was, I silently prayed he was okay, while numerous thoughts poured in.
Could he have driven off in his car? Now, that would be bad, considering the state he was in.
I only hope he was okay.
What even is wrong with me?
Why am I letting thoughts of one who doesn't care a bit about me, cloud my mind?
Closing my eyes at once, trying to get anything Cameron-related off, still, I couldn't.
I found myself still thinking of the boy.
At once, I arose from the bed, proceeding out in search of him, wanting to make sure he just was okay.
People were still partying when I got downstairs, engaging in different activities.
Now, where could Mr and Mrs Williams be? They sure wouldn't wanna return to a house turned into an arena of fun.
My eyes resumed searching for Cameron, shifting from one figure to another trying to pick him out in the crowd of people.
After the search search proving abortive and tiring, a weak sigh escaped my lips, while I turned to go upstairs.
About ascending the stairs, something caught my eye right outside the window.
A figure was moving towards the backyard of the house, movements slow.
I knew at once that it could only be Cameron.
Walking out of the house, I hurried out to the back, over to where he was.
He was sat on a bench, eyes staring at the fountain in front of him.
Right next to his figure were empty bottles of alcohol and wine glasses, splattered on the ground.
My movements towards him caused his head snapping up, eyes watching as I drew closer.
I took a sit right next to his figure, my gaze fixed on his face.
His eyes at once averted away, gaze looking onwards.
"Hey" My voice remained low, my fingers playing with each other, while my eyes never left his profile.
No response came from him, instead he gulped down the glass of wine held in his hands, breathing out afterwards.
"I think you've had enough of that" I spoke to him.
He ignored me still, taking another bottle of alcohol, and was just about drinking it when I snatched it from his hands, my eyes watching his.
He gave no protests to my act, instead he looked away. Perhaps, he was just too tired to engage in an argument with me.
"You shouldn't be out here" He spoke finally, voice calm and smooth.
"I'm not leaving you here alone" I stated.
He gave a low chuckle, turning around to look at me.
"Since when did you start caring about me?" His words brushed past my face, eyes focused in mine.
The words formed in my mouth poured out in stutters while I struggled to speak.
"I-I don't...care about you"
"I just don't want you getting hurt"
His eyes remained in mine, watching me with intent, not faltering for once, and suddenly, he turned away.
"Nia" He called.
"I don't want you worrying about me. I'll be fine"
"I'm not leav... I began, but my words hung in the air as he cut me off.
"Just go inside already!" He yelled.
I flinched at the sound of his voice, my eyes staring into his. I could see the pain and anger in them. It was much evident.
"Yell at me all you want Cameron, I'm not leaving you"
"This isn't the first time, you're acting this way to me. One thing I know, is that I'm not getting up from here not until I'm certain you're okay" I spoke quietly.
My words wavered, perhaps out of fear, or was I just sad?
His gaze focused on my figure, eyes staring blankly at me as soon as I was done talking.
I noticed his eyes soften while his gaze locked in mine, calm rushing back to his expression.
"You're gonna hurt yourself caring about me" I heard him mutter.
"Why do you hate me so much?!" I yelled aloud, voice much audible.
"I've done absolutely nothing to you"
"I never meant to take the money from you, I only had to, just to save my mom--She was dying in the hospital"
"I couldn't afford losing her, not after losing dad"
"I took the money, to pay the bills for the transplant. You mentioned yourself that I could repay you and forget all about the money by helping you out, which I did, So tell me, why on earth do you hate me?."
I never realized the tears filling my eyes, not until something warm stung my cheeks, with heat rushing to my face.
At once, I wiped the tears off, sniffing while looking on at him.
He just remained peering into my gaze, eyes calm, expression blank.
Whatever could he be thinking?
"You find every little thing I do annoying, and you...
My words were suddenly cut off, as he brushed lips against mine, his body inching closer.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips at the touch, my body turning numb at once.
His hands reached forward, holding my face, while he deepened the kiss.
Grasping his hair between my fingers, I responded to the touch of his lips, my arms wrapping around his neck.
A burning sensation lingered at the corners of my heart while he kissed me.
What was this feeling?
Joy?
Passion?
His hands at once moved to my waist, his hold on me growing tighter.
Everything felt right, and all I wanted at that moment was to hold him close.
I'd rather be here than anywhere else.
His lips soon moved to my neck trailing kisses down my chest.
It soon found its way to my cleavage, a sharp gasp escaping my lips, while I held tightly onto his neck.
We stayed there kissing and holding each other for a long moment, not until my senses finally rushed back to me.
What are you doing, Nia?
At once, I pulled back away from him, averting my gaze from his.
Staring down at my chests, I realized my breasts were now in full view, and a lot was left for the eyes.
We were carried away, we didn't even go what was going on.
Quickly adjusting my top, I got to my feet, shifting away from his figure immediately.
"I'm sorry, I have to go" I muttered quietly, right before walking back into the house.
Meanwhile, I noticed his gaze lingering on me, just watching my figure walk off.