Today at school I have a newfound level of confidence. I've never felt so powerful as I walk to my locker again, remembering Cam's hard on from earlier.

Did I really have that much of an effect on him?

He seemed speechless this morning, and I couldn't tell if that was a bad or a good thing until I saw how hard he was. He wanted me. Cam actually wanted me.

Well, did he want me?

He does this to every girl he meets. He persuades them into doing whatever he wants and then leaves them high and dry like they're nothing.

No.

That wasn't what happened the other night. What happened between us was more than that.

It was... incredible.

I've never been touched there, but with Cameron it felt natural. I wasn't insecure, I wasn't scared. I was fearless, and I finally took the leap of faith and made a move.

I knew it was him in that closet the second I heard his voice. I've just wanted him for so long, and he was pressed right up against me, smelling like nothing but mint from his gum. He was fucking intoxicating.

Could you blame me?

Cam was gone by the time I had gotten ready for school, and I made sure to wear the tightest jeans I had just for him.

What happened between us will probably never happen again, and it's painful to think about. I can wear all of these clothes to tease him, to try and get him to change his mind, but I know how loyal he is to my brother. He would never.

As special as I think I might be to him, I'm not that special.

"If it isn't seven minute girl." Kelsey taps me on the shoulder, a smug grin spread across her lips. "I didn't realize it would be Cam going in at first. I know that must have been awkward."

It seems like she's trying to figure out if we were bluffing about doing anything, but I'm not about to give it away. What happened between us was private. Just for me to keep.

"It was." I nod. "He's like my brother, you know? Gross."

"He's far from gross." She twirls one of her French braids around her fingertips, staring off into space as she reminisces. "That man is so talented."

God, has he really been with the whole school?

"Suit yourself." I tell her, thankful that the bell sounds off so that I have an excuse to walk away. I'd rather not listen to her discuss what she and Cam have done.

As we part ways and I begin to climb the steps to English, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Kelsey was reminiscing on what they had just done probably days ago. What he and I did was no different.

I thought it was special because it was my first time with someone, right? Plus, he didn't even get any pleasure from it. In a months time he's not even going to remember it.

When I reach the third floor I see Cam and all of the football guys hanging out by the cafeteria. I try with all of my might to just walk straight past him, but almost as if he senses me his eyes pop up to mine.

He's leaning against the lockers, one hand in the pocket of his jeans and the other gripping onto the backpack strap on his shoulder. His smile doesn't falter when he sees me, a twinkle going off in his eye.

I'm not surprised when he doesn't say anything to me. After all, how could he? Everyone is around, and he's never talked to me at school before this. If he were to come up to me and start a conversation people would easily piece two and two together that something happened in the closet at Marks.

I quickly speed past him and dip into the English room, not bothering to send him a smile back. I know that makes me seem rude, but I'm angry at myself for being disappointed.

Did I expect him to walk me to class? Did I expect him to treat me any differently than he has with the other girls he's messed around with?

This is just who Cam is. It doesn't matter that I grew up with him. It doesn't matter that he was different to me. That's probably how he pulls all of his prey in for the night.

Practically slamming my textbook down onto my desk, I reach into my backpack for a pen when I see the screen on my phone light up.

It's Cam.

Any particular reason why you're wearing those jeans today?

Oh god.

My stomach does flips, and it amazes me how quickly my mood can change from just one text from him. I'm acting exactly like all of the girls Maya and I make fun of. The girls who would do literally anything for one stupid boy.

No reason. I lie. I just wanted to look good today.

Ms. Hartman begins talking about homeostasis, but l can't even focus on writing down any notes. I find my eyes glued to my phone, unable to look away.

Mission accomplished. He instantly replies, and I grin harder than ever. I know we still have a lot to talk about. Can we meet after I get off practice?

I picture Cam in that tight football uniform, biting on my lip in response.

Sure. Where? I write.

My house. Be there at 7.