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It's Saturday morning and I am confused as hell. I looked at my surroundings and realized I was in Cameron's room, on his bed, and in his grip. And then it hit me; I'm Cameron's girlfriend now.

I remembered the events that took place last night and pouted at the thought of Sammy. My expression changed as I looked down at Cameron. I was in the same position I fell asleep in; on top of Cameron. My eyes looked over his scratched and bruised face.

I leaned down and left light kisses on his now black and purple eye then his nose, cheeks, forehead, and finally his lips. He smiled softly and his eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, beautiful.", his raspy, yet sexy voice said. "Hiiii.", I giggled. He wrapped his strong hands around me and pulled me over to his left side.

"What do you want to do today?", he asked. He looks so adorable when he wakes up. "I dunno. Wanna go to the mall?", I suggested. He nodded his head and smiled. "What?", I giggled. "You're just so damn beautiful." My cheeks burned at every word. "Shut the hell up.", I laughed. He laughed along and I soon got out of his embrace.

"I need you to drop me off first so I could shower and change and all that jazz.", I told him. "Alright.", he agreed, getting up from his bed and stretching. He made unnecessary noises while he stretched. I went around the bed and pulled my shorts up. I then slid my Toms on and picked my shirt and kimono up then threw them over my shoulder. I held onto my phone and necklace. "I'm gonna wait for you downstairs.", I told him before planting a kiss on his lips.

I crept down the staircase to avoid waking his mom. I went into the kitchen to sit at the table but was frightened by his mom, Gina, cooking. I screamed and his mom shouted, "Shit!" Footsteps raced down the stairs and Cameron was now in the kitchen, breathless. "What happened?!", he panted. "Isabella scared the living daylights out of me!", his mom told him, breathing heavily. My heart was racing and I was rubbing my temples.

"What happened to your face?!", she exclaimed, changing the subject. "I'm fine, mom. Stopppp.", he whined, trying to restrain her from examining the cuts. "No you're not. Who did this to my baby boy?!", she continued. He groaned in frustration and hurriedly exited the kitchen. I followed behind him and we left the house.

He opened the passenger door for me and I kissed his cheek as a thank you. He then walked to the drivers side and started the truck. The car backed out of the driveway and we were now on our way to my house. He turned up the radio and Drake was playing.

He sang along to the song and I groaned. "Ughhh.", I complained. "What? You don't like Drake?", he asked in disbelief. "Uh duh,", I sassed. He dramatically gasped and replied, "How could you not like Drake when he is my favorite?!" "Sorry, he just sucks.", I answered, testing him. He shook his head and turned up the volume and sung obnoxiously loud and bad. "Shut up!", I shouted over the music which made him blast it.

He is definitely paying for this. My hand hovered over the glove box and found its way to Cameron's basketball shorts. I then squeezed his dick, hoping this would get his attention. "Holy FUCK!", he yelled. And it did. He pulled over to the side of the rode and glared at me. "Fuck, Isabella!", he groaned rather loud. I smirked and leaned my head on the window. "That fuckin' hurts!", he whined.

"Awww, and what are you gonna do about it?", I smirked. He looked to me and smiled mischievously. "Get in the backseat. Now.", he commanded. I stayed put just to get a reaction out of him. "Oh you're gonna get it.", he announced, getting out of the truck. He began to walk towards the back and I raced around the front into the driver's seat. I shut the door and pressed the button to lock them. He was standing outside of the passenger door with a 'Really?' expression on his face.

I began laughing hysterically and drove up a few feet. He backed up, trying to avoid getting his foot ran over, and ran up to the car. "Not funny, Izzy!", he shouted through the glass. I couldn't help but break into another fit of laughter and finally opened the passenger door for him. He didn't say a word to me the entire drive to my house.

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