"Five more minutes and I'd have had to cut a bitch," I say and Cam laughs.
"I'd have been buried deep inside you and then they could have fucked off," he replies, pulling his boxer briefs and jeans on.
This is only the third time I've been in his bedroom at the frat house and, while the privacy isn't the greatest, I like hanging with the guys and their girlfriends-or whatevers.
I pull Cam's t-shirt over my head and he opens the door.
"Hello Cameron," a silky female voice says and I stiffen.
"Alison? What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks, his tone not at all welcoming.
"I go to school here now, silly. Aren't you happy to see me?"
Alison.
Cam's first girlfriend.
A witch worse than Brittany.
This is going to be fun.
I walk over to Cam and snuggle into his side, his arm automatically wrapping around me. I love that.
Alison scoffs. "Really, Cameron. You can do so much better."
"Watch yourself," Cam warns.
"I'd heard you were slumming it, but this one?" she keeps going.
"Yep, Alison, it'sme-Olivia Brennan. The only time Cam was slumming was when he was with you pretending you were anything more than a cheap piece of ass," I slam back. I don't know where the words come from but, holy cow, I like it.
Alison raises a brow. "Well, well. The muppet found her voice."
"What the fuck do you want, Alison?" Cam bites out.
"To see you," she breathes as she reaches out and runs a perfectly manicured finger down his chest.
I slap her hand and it falls to her side. Her mouth tightens, her brow furrows, her nostrils flare—how had I never noticed how ugly Alison is when she's angry?
"Justwhatdo you think you're doing?" she seethes.
"Listen, Alison," I begin, stepping forward, out of Cam's embrace. "I was a different person in high school."
"So?"
I look over my shoulder at Cam and his brows are raised. I turn back to a deformed-faced Alison and smirk. "So… that means I've found more than my voice. I'm not afraid of you anymore."
If I could lie it off, I'd have no ass right now—totally lied off. I'm working very hard to hide the fact my entire body is shaking.
"I'm not afraid of you, Muppet, but you damn well should be afraid of me." She extends her index finger with a flick. She turns to walk away, calling over her shoulder, "Watch your back."
We watch as she turns the corner and Cam pulls me back into his room. He's holding me up at this point. My body's quaking so hard, my teeth are chattering. That bitch did some horribly mean things in high school—and not just to me.
"Are you okay?" Cam asks, helping me to sit on the bed.
I nod but the jerking of my head is a dead giveaway that I'm not.
"Calm down, Liv. She's likely more bark than her bite now. I mean, we're not high school kids anymore," he reasons.
