I'm Not a Whore, I'm Just a Leech

The regular clicking of my heels rings out in the deserted corridors as I follow the tall figure of James Hatty up to the library. Due to my regular visits to the place, I have seen Hatty go up there every Thursday after school since the start of the year. His jeans don’t quite reach his heels as he walks and everytime he takes a step the pale skin of his ankle is exposed hinting at either a recent growth spurt or a lack of money to buy new ones. His tattered school bag is covered in drawings and doodlings.

He seems unaware of my presence behind him, though I have taken no measure to conceal myself from him. His carefree walk and the swinging of his arms gives me the impression that his thoughts are focused elsewhere than the dreary corridor we are walking through.

As he ascends the stairs to the library, I deposit my bag by the tapestry of a hunt in the Middle Ages, take a selection of books out and readjust my crimson red and jet black hair. I tug my shirt down to expose a little of the skin on my chest. It takes Hatty several minutes to find the book he is looking for, then he comes jumping down the steps, two at a time.

As he reaches the bottom step, I step forward and we collide. I make no attempt to stop the books from spilling out of my arms as I fall gracefully onto my butt. Hatty looks startled, clearly not thinking anyone would be here at this hour.

“Sorry,” he mutters, reaching out to pick up some of my scattered books. “You’re reading Sherlock Holmes: A Study in Scarlet?” he comments, handing back the book I had picked up from the library earlier.

“Yeah,” I reply shyly, ducking my head and looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“Cool. I didn’t realize you were into Mystery. You seem more of a Fantasy sort of person.” He frowns and I cannot help but snort.

“Fantasy? What in God’s name makes you think I would be into Fantasy?” I snort again, the shy façade fading quickly.

“I don’t know, you just seem the type- dreamy, vacant, a little odd….” He shrugs.

“Odd? How kind of you,” I smirk and he blushes slightly.

“I didn’t mean it like that, just unusual….” I just continue to stare at him, eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry, please don’t be offended, I have a habit of saying the wrong thing,” he pleads, clearly concerned he has upset me. I look down letting out the smallest of sighs. “Please don’t be upset,” he mutters, stepping closer to me.

“I’m not upset,” I whisper, refusing to look up at him. He steps even closer and reaches out a hand to tilt my chin up. I still refuse to look at him.

“Please, Donahue,” he begs, brushing some hair from my face. “I didn’t mean to upset you. To be honest, I think being unusual is a good thing so really, it was meant to be a compliment…,” he explains with a half-smile. Deciding now is the perfect time to pounce, I lean closer and gently press my lips to his.

His reaction is instantaneous as he springs away from me, knocking into the wall on the other side of the corridor. He stares at me with wide and confused eyes. I stare right back at him.

“What the hell, Donahue?” he finally manages to choke out. “I have a girlfriend!”

“Oh,” I mutter, faking innocence. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I would never have presumed…It’s just you…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened….I thought you wanted…Never mind,” I mumble, lowering my gaze to the floor.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” He smiles but remains pressed to the opposite wall. This is decidedly harder than I anticipated it would be. Pretending to choke back a sob, I reach for another one of my books that is still lying on the floor. Hatty sighs heavily before stepping toward me. “Here, let me help you,” he says, taking several books from me.

“Really, you don’t have to,” I mutter, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Donahue, don’t be like that,” he frowns. “It was just a misunderstanding.”

“Really, I just-” Pretending to burst into tears, I let the few books I’m holding fall to the ground again and Hatty swiftly pulls me into his arms and starts stroking my hair, whispering soothingly.

We stand there for a while, me letting out the occasional fake sob and him trying to comfort me but being clueless as to what he should do. Eventually, I let my hands entangle themselves in his robes as I slowly lift my head up, trailing my lips across the exposed skin at the base of his neck where he had loosened his own tie. I feel him shiver and then freeze.

With my lips hovering on his neck, I let my hands slide up his chest. For a moment, he doesn’t react. Then, in the distance, footsteps break the silence and he jerks away from me once more. This time however, he grabs my shirt by my shoulder and drags me to the tapestry where my bag is. He pushes it aside to reveal a small alcove.

Pushing me inside, he lets the tapestry fall back into place.

“What the fuck is your problem, Donahue?” he hisses. Anger is evident in his face as he glares at me, one hand still gripping my shirt and forcing me against the wall, his fist clenches making the hem of my sleeve dig into my armpit. “I’ve just told you I have a girlfriend!” he hisses, clearly trying to be quiet. I’m briefly concerned he might lash out and hit me, but then the thought disappears. “I don’t know what sick little game you are trying to play but it isn’t going to work on me! I love Brooke more than anything and I would never cheat on her! I know your reputation as a little leech but I don’t want to be a part of it, is that understood? I was just trying to be a gentleman but you have to throw it back in my face. You are messed up, Donahue. Seriously messed up--”

He is cut off as the tapestry is yanked aside to reveal the startled face of a young, brunette girl with hazel eyes that pass over me and fix on Hatty. I immediately recognize her as Brooke James and jump at the chance. I look from her to Hatty and suddenly pull him in for another kiss. He is too shocked to pull away and just stands there, frozen.

Brooke’s eyes fill with confusion, and then seeing that Hatty has not pulled away yet, fill with tears. She spins around, barging past a confused Charlie and running down the corridor.

Charlie immediately runs off after her, clearly trying to score points with the poor girl by being there to comfort her. Hatty turns to me, and this time he actually does hit me. Punches me right in the eye, hard enough that it will definately bruise tomorrow. I am shocked and don’t move for quite some time. Hatty has long left the alcove, and I am left in silence. Something I usually find myself enjoying, praying to get some time to myself, but at this moment find I wish I had some companionship.
__________________________________________________________________________

“Evening Cam.” Charlie nods. “I see you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be able to do it.”

“I didn’t do it.”

“What do you mean?” He frowns.

“He didn’t kiss me.”

“But…”

“It wasn’t what it looked like,” I snap, bending down to pick up my bag. I was just leaving the library when I ran into Charlie.

“Either way, it worked.” Charlie shrugs and I walk off without another word.

As the days get colder, more and more people are seeking the comfort of another’s arms. With the first snow falling early, I find myself confined inside with little to do. People seem to be more trusting of each other leading up to the Christmas Holidays so I have no jobs to attend to but Melissa’s. Glancing out the dreaded left window of the study hall I see the figures of Victor, Peter, and Keegan, running around the track. With Victor on the track and practice not starting for another two hours I decide to head home.

As I make my way down the corridor that leads from the study rooms and library, I trip over a figure sitting hunched up against the wall, his head in his hands. Startled, he snaps his head up and I can tell he’s been running his hands through his hair repeatedly by the way it’s sticking up in different directions, just as I crash to the floor, my chin banging harshly off the marble.

“Leech?” He sounds surprised. I take that chance to scramble off the floor, cheeks flushing. “What are you doing down here?”

“Going home.” I shrug as Iero stands up and brushes the dust from his jeans. “May I ask what exactly you are doing on the floor?” I frown. Iero shakes his head so I continue on my way.

“Wait up,” he calls when he realizes I have gone. “You know, Leech, I was actually in the process of looking for you.”

“Where? In the cracks on the floor?” I snort.

“Nope. I got lazy halfway to the library. Thanks for making it easy; I figured you’d come down this way eventually.”

“You’re lucky I did, otherwise you’d be ‘searching productively’ until the janitor kicked you out.”

“Less painful for me,” he agreed. We continue walking for a few feet, and then my curiosity gets the better of me.

“What was it that you wanted, exactly?” I stop abruptly, causing him to continue walking and then turn around.

“Oh, right,” he looks slightly sheepish. I roll my eyes and wait for him to continue. “So I was thinking…me and my friends have a gig tonight- a band gig. I was wonding if, you know…you wanted to come?”

I raise an eyebrow. “This is sounding like a date Iero.”

He laughs slightly before replying. “Not a date. I don’t take girls on dates to a gig, especially my own. Even if it does happen to be you.”

I glare at him; honestly, I should’ve expected that, but it still hurt. I turn and continue walking away.

“Oh come on, Leech! You know I didn’t mean it!” He grabs my elbow and spins me around. We are much closer than I would like us to be but he doesn’t seem fazed. He pulls me slightly closer, so our chests are touching.

He leans down so his lips are touching the shell of my ear. “It would mean a lot to me if you did come.” He’s smirking, I can tell. Bastard.

“This isn’t just some scheme to get in my pants, is it?” I glare at him.

“No, we’ve talked about this; I only make out with you because I feel sorry for you.”

I look down at myself, the white shirt and black pants I’m wearing are definitely not suitable to wear to a gig. “Fine. I’ll go to this gig, as long as I get to change first and put on some more makeup.” He looks appalled, but agrees anyway.

After only a few steps, Iero stops me by gripping my elbow. “What?” I snap irritably.

“Where are you going?” he asks. “My car’s that way.” He nods his head in the opposite direction.

“I take the bus,” I say, as if that explains everything.

Iero brings a hand to his chest, looking mock hurt. “You insult me! I have a car, you know.”

“Yeah, and I figured the floor would be littered with condoms, so I’m really saving you the embarrassment.”

Iero sighs. “You did not just call me a slut.”

“Well, not really.” I shrug. “Okay, the male version of one. We both know you sleep around.”

Iero rolls his eyes, grabs my hand, and tugs me down the hall. “If I promise my car isn’t filled with condoms, will you come without complaint?”

“It depends. I mean, there’s still the drugs to take into consideration.”

Iero glares at me. “You think I’m a fucked up retard, don’t you?”

“Oh, sorry. It wasn’t meant to be obvious.”

After that, Iero says nothing more until we’re seated and strapped in his car- an ancient army-green Chevy that takes ten minutes to start up -and he only speaks then to ask which radio station I prefer.

After that, the only human voice in the car is Green Day’s lead singer, Billie Joe Armstrong.

“Nice place,” Iero says, startling me by speaking as he pulls into the drive.

“Thanks,” I mutter, awkwardness hanging like fog. I jump out of the car and walk up to my door. I notice that Ierodo hasn’t left the car, so I turn around. “You coming? I’m probably gonna be a while!”

He quickly moves out of his car and we walk up to my room, not before the Housekeeper comments, “Really, Miss Donahue? Bringing your little ‘friends’ home with you, are you now? What will your parents have to say about this?” I glare back at her and pull Iero up the stairs.

We finally get to me and Melissa’s shared room and I find her reading a book on her bed. “Melissa, get out. I have company.” She looks up, startled, and her eyes widen when she sees Iero standing behind me. Her eyes zero in on where I’m still holding Iero’s hand from when I pulled him up the stairs.

“Why should I have to get out of the room? You two can go the the library or something.”

“You’re the one reading; you can go to the library. Besides we’re going to need a bed for what we’re doing.” I raise a brow at her and gesture to the door.

She looks appalled and makes gagging gesture. “Cam! I do not need to know what you do with boys in our room!” She runs out, nearly forgetting her book.

Frank chuckles and pulls me closer. “We’re going to need a bed, are we? That’s news.”

I push him away, “Just go sit on the bed while I change.”

Iero makes a mock hurt face. “We haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already through with me. I’m hurt.”

I laugh slightly before grabbing some clothes from my half of the closet. “Close your eyes, will you? I don’t wanna walk to the bathroom or leave you in my room alone.”

I start changing without turning around, trusting he has closed his eyes. I pull my shirt over my head and then pull my skirt down. I bend down to pull my Converse Boots with yellow lace out of the closet. I pull my black ripped jeans out of the closet as and have to wiggle a little to get into them because they’re very tight jeans. I then pull my white tank top over my head, the one that says, ‘Life is a bitch, so am I.’ I then grab my shoes and turn around to see that Iero was in fact watching me the entire time. I blush fiercely. He smirks in return. “You do have a very nice ass. They were right.”

Suddenly I’m very curious. I sit down on the beds and start pulling my boots on. “Who was right?” Iero smirks at me.

“All the guys. You wouldn’t believe how much they talk about you. Honestly, they never shut up.”

“That has to be an exaggeration.”

“It’s not. Trust me, it isn’t.”

“Trust you? Really?” I roll my eyes, I walk over to my mirror and start putting my eyeliner on.

“Why wouldn’t you trust me?” He looks unsure of himself.

“You can’t trust someone that you don’t like.”

“You don’t like me? That’s hurtful.”

“You’re bearable at times, like when you brought me to the nurse, and that time you told me a story in the kitchens.”

He half smiles at that.

“Hand me my black eyeshadow will you? It’s on the table beside my bed.”

Iero immediately grabs my eyeshadow and walks it over to me. I thank him and start applying it. After I finish with my mascara, I look myself over in the mirror. “What do you think Iero? Good enough to meet your band mates?”
“More than enough to meet my bandmates. They’re gonna love you.”

“Don’t you mean, think I have a nice ass?”

“Well, they will think you have a nice ass but they’ll love you.” I grab his arm and drag him out of my room, not before grabbing my beige knit beanie.
__________________________________________________________________________

When me and Iero walked into the bar it was fairly empty; I hoped it would fill up before Iero and his band started playing. The venue was a small place on a street corner. I expected it to look worse inside, the stereotypical grungy place, where you have a high chance of acquiring an S.T.D just by using the washroom. It was cleaner inside than expected though and I wasn’t nervous about getting a disease from this place; there wasn’t even the stereotypical loud electronic music because Iero’s band hadn’t started playing.

Iero took me behind the stage where his band was setting up. There was a guy with what liked an afro that had grown out. There was a guy with long black hair that reached his shoulders, and a guy with long dirty blonde hair; he had the same nose as they guy with black hair. There was one other guy that had blonde hair and a lip ring. They were all taller than Iero, which in turn meant they were all extremely taller than me. They were all wearing dark clothes with band t-shirts that I definitely recognized. They didn’t seem like a band that would be playing any of the mainstream pop music, so I was very excited to hear them play.

“Guys, there’s someone I would like you to meet.” Everybody turned to see me and Iero standing there and me slightly behind him. Iero grabs my hand and quickly pulls me in front of him. I wave slightly before the black haired boy jumps in front of me and introduces himself.

“Hi there! My name’s Gerard, but you can call me Gee, everybody else does. I sing by the way.” He points behind him to the guy with dirty blonde hair. “That’s my brother Mikey, he plays bass.” Mikey waves slightly, before turning to fiddle with his instrument. “The guy with the fro is Ray, he’s on lead guitar.” Ray comes up and hugs me, and I am left not knowing what to do so I stand there awkwardly. Once Ray removes himself from me, Gerard introduces the last guy. “And last but not least, that’s Bob. He’s on drums.”

I wave to everybody, and introduce myself. “I’m Cam, I sing as well and I play piano. Other than that, I don’t really do much.”

Iero laughs slightly. “You do a lot of people, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Everybody looks at Iero confused, while I glare at him.

“You’re just jealous that you’re not one of them.”

“Oh please, like I’d ever.”

“Really? Then why do you keep telling me I have a nice ass?”

“For the record, he’s telling the truth. You do have a nice ass.” I turn to glare at Gerard and find him smiling sheepishly.

“Whatever, I’m going to get a drink.”

Iero grabs my arm, “We’re both underage, neither of us can go buy a drink.” I spin around on my heel and walk over to Ray.

“You’re over twenty-one, right?” He nods and I grab his hand and drag him out to the bar. “Buy me a drink, would you?”

“I don’t know if Frank would appreciate that.” He looks over at the stage, where the rest of the guys are finishing setting up the stage. Iero is watching us, intently.

“If you won’t buy me a drink, I’m sure I could get someone else to. Like that guy over there.” I gesture to an attractive guy with brown hair and green eyes, he’s been watching me intently since I walked in. I noticed him earlier when I walked in with Iero.

Ray looks over at him and sees the way he is watching me. “Fine, I’ll buy you a drink. But only one.”

I smirk, clearly winning that argument. Ray makes me drink it backstage, though, away from the bar. As I’m sitting back there, a girl walks over to me. She has black hair and is wearing Mikey’s jacket that he had on earlier. She is very pretty. “Hi! I’m Alicia, Mikey’s girlfriend!”

I smile and wave. “That explains the jacket. By the way, I’m Cam.” Alicia blushes at the mention of the jacket and plays with the hem of her shirt.

“The whole band’s coming to my place after the gig for a little get together. I figured since Frank is your ride you might want to tag along.”

“I would love to come, as long as it’s alright with you. And Frank of course.”

She looks confused. “Why wouldn’t it be alright with Frank? You are his date tonight, aren’t you?” she questions awkwardly. I burst out in a fit of giggles and cover my mouth with my hand.

“Me, on a date, with Iero?” I continue to giggle and can’t seem to stop.

“Why is that such a funny thought?” She looks confused. I finally am able to control my laughter.

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, Iero would never. He hates me, and the only reason he talks to me is because we make out quite often. Our relationship is purely physical.”

Suddenly Iero walks up to us. “Mind if I steal Cam for a couple of minutes? Just before the show, then she’s all yours again.” Alicia nods and walks over to Mikey.

Iero drags me out into a small corridor only big enough for two people at most and very bright. I lean against the wall, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“I don’t hate you,” he says, putting his arms on either side of my head. He’s staring right at me, looking into my eyes. He tilts my face to the side and looks intently at my eye. “What the fuck happened to your eye?” I gasp and quickly move away from him.

“Nothing, my eye is fine.” I spin around and walk back to Alicia. , who’s waiting for me on the dance floor.
________________________________________________________________________

Eventually, me and Alicia filtered out to the dance floor, joining the blooming throng of people as the band began to play.

“Thank you!” Gerard calls to the audience. They just finished performing their written songs, and I’m amazed at how… amazing they were. Frank is actually really good at playing the guitar. “And now,” Gerard yells, “I’d like to announce a special treat! One special lady in the audience will get to suggest a cover song for us to reenact, and she’ll get the honour of coming upstage to help us perform it!”

Whoops and shouts.

“Alright!” Gerard shouts. “Who will it be?”

About every single girl in the room’s hand shoots up--including mine.

“Ah! What about the lovely redhead over there. Cam, was it?” Gerard grins and I grin back as people part to allow me a clear path up to the stage. Frank offers me a hand and I take it; he hauls me up.

Everyone cheers and applauds.

“What song will it be, Cam?” Gerard holds the mike to my lips.

I’ve been waiting for this. “Basket Case, by Green Day.”

People scream in accordance as a film screen drops from the ceiling, and a projection is shot onto it; the lyrics, but I already know them by heart. “Do you have the time/To listen to me whine…”

I finally finish breathless. Somehow, I ended up on my knees by Gerard.

For the longest time, the crowd is silent, and I fear they hated my performance. But then they explode into wild cheers, and someone pulls me to my feet, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I look over and sure enough, Gerard has his arm around me, a wide beam splitting his face, waving like it was all him doing the good stuff.

I roll my eyes but wave as well, and just like that, I fall in love- with the hype, with the music.

I hadn’t ever believed that I could fall in love with something Frank Iero has- that I could ever be jealous of him.

Yet here I am, envying his life.

I need to find my own band.

Frank helps me offstage, and he’s grinning too. Before letting go of my hand, he leans over the edge and whispers in my ear, “Nice job, Leech. You surprised me.”

I glare at him first, then end up laughing. “Is that a good thing?”

If possible, his beam enlarges. “It’s an excellent thing.”

Then he lets go and I find myself lost in a crowd of fans, wishing he hadn’t.

“Hey!” Alicia screams in my ear over the hype. “Great job out there! Are you sure you’ve never performed?”

“No,” I admit. “Hey, I’m thirsty. Wanna grab something to drink?”

“Sure!”

Then I remember. “Won’t the bartender mind?”

Alicia rolls her eyes. “Girl, that bartender isn’t any older than nineteen. He better not mind.”

So that was how I found myself completely wasted an hour later, wrapped in the arms of a stranger on the dance floor. I had went and gotten a drink after multiple dances and was currently by myself.

Iero and his band had stopped playing a while ago, and we were listening to reruns of their songs on CD. Last I’d seen Iero, he was somewhere over at the bar, a glass of beer sitting prone in front of him.

He’d been staring at me, glass untouched. Suddenly a voice is yelling into my ear over the loud music. “What?” I couldn’t make out what he said, so sensing this, he just smiles and pulls me onto the dance floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. He has broad shoulders and long blonde hair that reaches his shoulders. His large hands are on my lower back and seem to be inching lower. I grab his hands and move them back up to the top of my back. We continue dancing dancing and his hands just continue reaching lower and lower.

“Okay, look buddy, move those hands or lose them,” I say coldly before pulling away.

“What? I didn’t get you drunk enough to sleep with me?” He grips my elbow, squeezing my elbow hard enough that I know I will have a bruise there.

“Let go of me, right now.” I try and pull my arm away, but his grip is too tight.

“And if I don’t?” He smirks at me, and I give him a coy smile. I grab a drink off the tray of a passing waiter, and pull him slightly closer, pressing my lips to the juncture of his neck. I suddenly pull away and throw the drink right at him, seeing as I’m too short to actually pour it over his head.

“Strawberry Daiquiri. My favourite,” I smirk before turning on my heel and walking over to Iero at the bar.

“Hey,” I say sitting beside him and taking his drink.

“Everybody’s just packing up, and then we’re leaving for Alicia’s house,” he says taking his drink back.

“Good, I’m ready to leave. Plus, I really don’t like the look I’m getting from that guy.” I gesture to the guy I poured my drink on.

“What happened to him?” Iero looks surprised, and then glances swiftly in my direction. “Isn’t that the guy that you were dancing with earlier?”

I nod my head and pull the drink away from him and down the rest. “Yeah, he got a little too handsy, so I dealt with him.” I see the guy that I doused in daiquiri walking in Iero and I’s direction. “Okay, time to go.” I grab his hand and pull him out of his seat. I’m a lot more drunk than I thought and start to fall over right away. Iero grabs me and puts an arm around my waist to help me walk out of the club. He guides me to his car and sits me down in the passenger seat.

When he sits down in his seat, I grab his hand and pull him closer to me. “Can I tell you a secret?” Iero laughs slightly and nods his head.

I lean in closer and put my lips just over his ear. “You’re actually a really good kisser.”

He smirks and I pull my head back slightly to watch him. “Am I now?”

I nod my head and lean slightly closer, our lips almost brushing. “You know, you have to tell me a secret now. Since I told you one. It’s only fair.”

“Fine.” He contemplates what to tell me for a moment and then grabs my other hand. “I would date you, because I don’t actually hate you. I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

I pull my hands back so I can cross my arms. “That’s not fair! You told me two secrets so know I have to tell you another one!” I pout, and stomp my foot on the floor of his car.

“So, tell me another secret then. Make it fair.” He grabs my hands again and pulls me so we’re face to face again. The shift is digging painfully into my stomach, so I decide to climb over the seat onto Iero’s lap. My chest is leaning against his chest, and I start to play with the ends of his hair that hangs down by his face. I thought he might be surprised, but he takes it in stride, pulling me hard against him. I twist around so I’m straddling him which is decidedly more comfortable than only sitting on one of his legs and twisting to look at him, like I was doing before.

He groans slightly and grabs my waist. “Stop moving, or we might have a problem.”

I giggle and shift around again. “Oh, is little Frankie getting a boner?”

He grips my waist more tightly this time, which forces me to stop. “Yes, I am getting a boner. And for the record I am not little.”

I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “I still have to tell you my other secret,” I tease, hoping to get a reaction.

He nods his head and starts playing with the hem of my shirt.

“You know how you asked me about my eye earlier and what was wrong with it?”

His fidgeting immediately stops and he stiffens. I pay no attention and continue to play with his hair. “ Charlie, you know, my little brother?” He nods his head in affirment. “He paid me to break this couple up, James Hatty and Brooke Aiden, so he could sleep with Brooke. I kept trying to get James to kiss me, but he wouldn’t. So when Brooke walked in on me and James standing very close to each other, I saw my chance and I took it. I grabbed James and kissed him, he was so shocked he didn’t pull away and Brooke ran off crying. James was so angry he hit me; punched me right in the eye. That’s why I have a giant bruise there, under all the makeup.”

Frank stiffens and grabs my hands from around his neck. “My god, Cam. Why didn’t you tell anyone? Tell me? I would’ve beat his ass for you.”

I giggle at that comment. “Oh, Frankie, you’re too tiny to beat anyone up. Aiden’s way bigger than you. But still, that’s sweet.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and he slides his hand up my back. He pulls me closer until our lips are brushing.

I push my lips against his harder, and he tangles his hands in my hair, knocking my hat off.

I tug his hair and he bites my lip in protest. I moan slightly and undo a button on his shirt so his neck is exposed. I break our kiss so I can lean down and kiss his throat. He pushes me back and starts kissing my neck, finding my sweet spot fairly quickly and starting to suck on it. I pull his head up and start to kiss him again.

He pulls away, leaving us both breathing deeply, and rests his forehead against mine.

“I’m not gonna do this with you when you’re drunk, Cam.”

My cheeks are stained red and his hands are still tangled in my hair.

We untangle ourselves from each other and I climb over into the passenger seat.

I reach over and grab his hand; it’s nice and warm and I entwine our fingers. “Let’s head over to Alicia’s house and meet the rest of the band.”

He agrees and we drive off.

Notes

This chapter 5596 Words. I know you guys hate me for not updating, believe me, I know. I understand, I read fan fiction too. But here's a little spoiler for Chapter Six.Five: It will be the party and there will be some lesbian action going on. I hope that doesn't offend anyone and if it does, get over yourself.

Also here's what Cam's gig outfit looks like. If you're interested:

http://www.polyvore.com/cams_gig_outfit_makeup/set?id=125807721