Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
KAMILA
“ K amila, wake up,” Em whispers.
“Too. Bright. Need. More. Sleep,” I mutter while pulling a pillow over my head. Speaking of heads, mine feels like it’s about to explode from the sounds similar to those of drums swimming through it.
How much did I drink last night? I take a moment to try and piece together the events from what I can remember until I’m interrupted by an extremely loud and high-pitched voice. At least, that’s how it currently sounds to me.
“I need a greasy breakfast and coffee,” Em whines.
My head now feels like it’s bouncing.
Hold on, that’s my bed bouncing. Is she really jumping on my bed right now?
“Get up, get up, get up!” Em shrieks.
She is jumping on the bed.
Taking the pillow off my head, I sit up in defeat. “Okay, fine. I’m up. Can you please stop jumping now? My head hurts enough as it is.”
She sits down and hands me some Tylenol and a bottle of water. “I thought you could use this.”
“Thanks. ”
Em nods while watching me down the pills. There’s a long pause before she speaks again. “So, are you going to tell me why you drank so much last night? I mean, I know it was Halloween, but you almost exposed your entire butt and boobs at the bar where you just got your internship.”
Looking at my roommate confused, I try focusing again on last night. She ignores my nonresponse and decides to talk about everybody’s costumes at the bar and how everyone was wearing the same ones.
Okay, let’s start at the beginning. Levi, Jake, Em, and I went to King’s Wolf dressed up as the Scooby gang. All our other friends were busy, including Zo, who was with Cameron. We began taking shots after a round of drinks Jake bought us. Lime, salt, Levi and Jake lying down on a table while people, including myself, licked off…oh God.
No, no, no, no.
“You let me drink tequila?” I slowly ask Emma.
She pauses her rant about costumes. “What?”
“I drank tequila,” I say a little louder. “You let me drink tequila. You know what happened the last time I drank freakin’ tequila.”
More memories begin to filter in, piecing together the final fragments of last night. Dancing with my friends, trying to do a split on the floor where my skirt rode up and the top started slipping down from my Velma costume while guys wooed.
“Shit.” I start pacing the floor until I remember that neither Tara nor that old bartender Abe was there. It was Mateo.
Okay, good. That’s good.
“I’m not your mother, Kamila. You said you wanted to have fun, and after two drinks, you insisted on having tequila.” She sighs. “Besides, we were with Jake on Halloween .”
I stop in my tracks. “Meaning he bought shots for everyone at the bar, which, of course, happened to be tequila.”
Em lets out a dry laugh. “There’s no stopping Jake on Halloween. ”
I mutter my apology.
“At least you didn’t cry this time,” my roommate says positively.
My feet walk of their own accord to the door, and I swing it open. “Get the hell out so I can get ready.”
“Love you too,” she says in a pretty sing-song voice before I slam the door shut.
Once it’s closed, I realize that I never answered her question about why I drank so much.
God, I wish I could tell her everything. How I drank that much because I’m overreacting over this deal with Cameron. Or how we haven’t been able to hook up this week because we were both too busy with midterms and I with my new internship, which I almost fucked up. And how my continuous Zumba classes, which usually help my level of stress, are helping, but not as much as sex with Cameron does. I grunt at how needy I sound in my own head. This is why I don’t do exclusive. Things become too complicated too quickly. Although, Cameron was right about one thing. We’re both too jealous to be sleeping or even flirting with anyone else.
Wait. If I was drunk, that means…I rush to grab my phone.
Ten in the morning? “Jesus Em, you couldn’t wait till eleven?”
I scroll through my texts and find the newest one that causes my body to stiffen.
Unknown: Are you ignoring me? I suggest you don’t Kamila. Happy Halloween –David.
And just like with the others I’ve received, I take a screenshot and hit delete.
Continuing my search, I find more consequences of my drunken stupor.
CK: Not that I don’t love your compliments on my dick, but now seems like an inappropriate time to sext since you’re obviously drunk.
CK: Call me if you need anything, Velma .
Cringing, I continue scrolling up through our messages and find that I had sent him a full-body mirror picture of my costume when I got back to the room. Thankfully, I fixed my dress and hair before taking it. However, that relief is short-lived when I scroll some more and see the other texts I sent earlier.
Me: I mis ur dick inside ov me and my mouth. U tasted so goo I want 2 taste u again
Me: Also I luk super duper hot righ now as velm from scoo b doo
No wonder he stopped responding after my full-body pic.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. My body shakes involuntarily at the disgust of my actions.
“Kamila Isabela Morales, get your ass out here. I’m hungry and dehydrated!” Em yells.
“I’m coming!” I shout back angrily while throwing on a pair of leggings and a school sweatshirt with our emblem of a wolf on it. Wiping off my makeup and pulling up my hair into a high pony, I decide that I look decent enough.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re at the dining hall, where I get coffee and start filling up my plate. The smell of bacon fills the air as I dump some onto my tray along with tater tots. At the egg station, I manage to convince the cooks to give me a side of sautéed tomatoes in the hopes of mixing it with my scrambled eggs. The combination reminds me of my mom’s huevos pericos . Of course, they’re not nearly as good or accurate, but still, it’s better than plain eggs.
Em and I find a booth and dig into our breakfasts. Levi and Jake aren’t answering their phones. They’re probably sleeping as I would’ve also been at ten thirty in the morning the day after Halloween. Jake is probably up with the girl he brought home. Levi isn’t quite over his ex and refused to take anyone up on their advances, no matter how many offers he received.
Em and I are silently eating when my phone vibrates and I quickly grasp it off the table.
CK: Now that you’re sober, I can tell you that you looked so fucking hot last night and I wish I could’ve fucked you in that tiny skirt.
It takes all my self-control not to press my legs together at his dirty words. Em is here, and we’re in public, so I control myself. Another message pops up.
CK: I also miss your mouth on my dick. The way you taste and your loud screams when you come.
CK: You look hot in that big blue sweater too. Especially with your mouth full of bacon.
Said mouth falls open. I take in my surroundings and come up empty. Then, as if he was behind me the entire time, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and my body goes rigid.
“Well, would you look at that? We need to stop running into each other like this.” He winks at me and smiles at Emma.
Douchebag. But a really good-looking and well-put-together douchebag. Too good for someone who was partying last night with his light gray hoodie, dark jeans, and perfect hair.
“Hey Cam, how’s it going?” Em asks.
I snap my head to my best friend, narrowing my eyes silently telling her not to pursue this conversation any further.
“Not too bad, Em, and you?” I look back and forth between them, hoping he’ll leave soon.
“Would you like to join us?” She waves over to my side of the booth, and I slide my wide eyes to hers. What is she doing?
Em directs a smug look towards me.
“I would love to join you.” Cameron takes a seat and closes the entirety of the space between us. “How are you this fine morning, Kamila?”
Without looking at him, I respond. “Good. Hungover. Enjoying my bacon.”
“She had a very eventful night.” Em grins.
Please don’t. Please don’t.
“She almost stripped in front of the entire bar.”
I chug the rest of my iced coffee and slam the glass down. Heat rises to my cheeks out of embarrassment and anger towards my roommate.
“Oh yeah?” Cameron’s eyes are practically tearing a hole into the side of my head. “You were that drunk, huh?” His voice sounds even and normal for someone who is most definitely unhappy with the situation.
Neither one of us confirms his suspicion as Cameron continues.
“So, Emma, who or what stopped her from stripping?” His right hand is on my thigh within the blink of an eye, close to my center. I almost drop my fork and slam my legs together when he squeezes me lightly, and I know exactly what that means. He’s pissed.
“Levi and I did. It was mostly her skirt riding up, and she had a low neckline on, so it wasn’t difficult for it to drop?—”
“Okay, enough of that,” I say with a shaky laugh.
“She’s right.” Em picks up a pastry. “How was your night, Cameron?”
There’s only one reason why she would be doing this. She suspects something, and she’s watching him and I very, very closely.
“It wasn’t as exciting as your guy’s night. Zoey, Will, a couple of other friends, and I went to a house party. It was fine. No stripping, though.” He turns his attention back to me. “What were your guys’ costumes?” I let out a small eye roll, and he squeezes my thigh again.
Em clears her throat and explains the costumes to Cameron, where he proceeds to ask questions about…well I don’t know what about since the hand he has on my thigh starts moving upward. I keep still, waiting to see where he's going with this. He stops once he reaches the highest part of my inner thigh as I try not to move.
After a couple of minutes of him and Em talking, he pulls his hand away.
I exhale a long, silent, mildly relieved breath .
“Well, unfortunately, I have to get going. My friends are waiting for me. It was good to see you guys.”
“Say hi to Zo for us,” Em requests while Cameron stands. He dips his chin and leaves. After a couple of seconds, my phone vibrates.
CK: I told you, I don’t like it when other guys look at you the way I do, let alone half naked. Don’t do that again. Those tits and ass are for my eyes only.
An odd rush of satisfaction runs through me, knowing how rough the sex is going to be the next time we see each other.
Emma’s fork falls on her plate, bringing my attention back to her.
“I know you lied to me about Nick.”
My heart drops.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t give me that horse shit. It’s Cameron you’ve been sleeping with, isn’t it?”
“What?” We both turn to see Levi standing next to us with a plate full of food and wide eyes.