"Never complain, never explain. Resist the temptation to defend yourself or make excuses" - Brian Tracy.
Third Person's POV
Cam wakes up to a bright and beautiful morning. She was well rested. When she slowly opens her eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright lights of the sun that reflected through her windows, the first thing that she sights is a pair of eyes looking down at her, admiration dancing in them. With the idea that she might be hallucinating, she shuts her eyes for a couple of seconds and opens them again. Those eyes were still looking down at her, adoration evident in them. She gets a clearer view and it was Lucas, staring down at her, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips.
He was completely lost staring at her and being mesmerized that he barely noticed it when she opened her eyes.
She snaps her fingers in his face to get his attention. It worked, cause he blinks back into reality and pulls away.
"What are you doing?" She asks him.
"Staring at your beautiful face." He smirks.
She ignores his remark and gets up into a sitting position.
She raises her brows at him, questioningly. "And what are you doing in my room?"
He comfily stretches himself on the bed, as he leans his upper back against the headboard "Our room."
She frowns, raising her voice at him. "Point of correction?"
"Our room." He repeats, his voice not wavering a bit.
"How is it 'our room'?" She air quotes with her hands.
"Pierson said I could sleep in here." He utters, a smile still playing on his lips.
Pierson asked him to? Is that backstabbing or the heck it isn't. Why would Pierson do that?
"So did you sleep on the bed too?" She asks with a look daring him to say yes.
"No!" He says and it is the truth. He didn't.
She wiggled her brows at him, an action that showed that she didn't believe him.
"I promise, I didn't." He chuckles "Although I wanted to." He says undertone, more to himself and she didn't hear.
"If you claim you didn't, then what are you doing in this bed, beside me?" She continues to wiggle her brows even more, a smile on her face.
"I was admiring God's handiwork, a work of art."
"Lucas," she lets out a chuckle and places a hand on her chest dramatically, "are you flirting with me?" She batts her lashes constantly.
"Me? No! I'm just appreciating your beauty. You're pretty."
"Lucas!" She hits his chest with her fist and laughs even more and he joins her.
He halts, "I'm serious about that part, though." He says in a tone devoid of amusement.
"U-h, thanks! I guess?!" She says more of a question than an answer.
"Anything for you, Amy."
She gets down from the bed, "I'm...." She motions towards the door, "heading out." She says before dashing out.
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"Pierson!" She yells his name as she descends the stairs. She needed answers and she was getting it from by hook or crook. "Pierson!!!" She yells even louder this time around.
When she gets closer to the couch on which he was sprawled, in the living room, she pulls his blanket away from his body. He moves a little, mumbling insanities, as his body can detect the absence of the blanket.
"Pierson, wake up." She pats him continuously till he slowly opens his eyes.
When he realizes it is Cam.
"Hey." He says with a groggy voice, eyes looking at her lazily. So he spent the night on the couch. Then Lucas wasn't lying after all. Or was he? She mentally notes.
She puts her hands on her hips and glares at him. "What's up?" He asks covering his lips as he yawns.
"Why was Lucas in my room, when I woke up?" She grits keeping her voice undertone. Lucas was also in the same house. She wouldn't want him to hear her complain about both of them sleeping in the same room.
A smirk makes its way over to his face and he gets up into a sitting position.
'Cheater! Backstabber!', she internally cusses.
"I felt like sleeping here.." He motions to the couch, "..tonight. Besides, you're not going to tell me you don't know that guy has the feels for you. Are you?"
She rolls her eyes, "Well, he doesn't. He has feelings for every girl, trust me. With the number of girls flocking around him. It's so obvious he has a thing for all girls."
"They probably are his friends, you know."
"Friends, you say? He literally doesn't say no to girls. He smiles at every girl. Every single one of them."
He chuckles, "That's because he's a nice guy. Sweet! Exactly your perfect match."
She scowls at him, "Pier, he's a flirt, just like you. Sorry, no offense there."
He sighs paying no heed to her words. "He's not like me, Cam, not one bit. He's just overly nice to females. Don't get it twisted."
"Well, I don't give a hoot." She holds her stance, "My sole problem is why I found him in our supposed.." she air quotes, "..room."
He raises his brows at her, "Really? Why are you so worried, by the way? He wouldn't try anything funny, you know it. Besides I'm a guy too, why weren't you scared of being in the same room with me?"
"That's because I know you, you have boundaries."
"I'm sure he has too."
"Pier!" She scolds.
"Yes, honeyberry." He smirks at her and batts his lashes playfully.
"Why are you trying to get him on my good side?" She furrows her brows.
"Well, that's because he's just a nice guy who you're clearly misunderstanding. Cut the guy some slack. Jeez!"
She shuts up not knowing what to say. Pierson noticing her silence, takes both her hands into his and looks at her, his face devoid of any amusement.
He blinks and blinks again. "You know fathers always want what's best for their children right?"
She raises her brows at him as she pulls away her hands. "And are you my father?"
He pinches his thumb and index finger together as he says, "Close." Trying to emphasize how close.
"Fuck! You're crazy." She shakes her head as she cackles in laughter at this.
He shrugs, a smile on his lips. "Never said I wasn't."
"I need to check your head," She held his head and kept turning it sideways, "did you hit it while sleeping?"
He rolls his eyes, pulling her hands away, "Nope!"
"I see."
"If you think I'm lying claiming he has the hots for you, let's come up with a plan, then. You know mess up with him a little. What do say?" His eyes glow mischievously.
"Nah! I'll pass."
He chuckles, "You're such a wimp, you know."
"W-h-at?!!", her eyes widen as she blinks in surprise. Seriously?! He didn't have to.
He stares at her dead in the eye. "You heard me!"
"B-but I'm n-not."
"Then agree. It's just something to prove to you that I'm right."
"Which you're not. You're so totally wrong."
He laughs. "Then freaking agree and don't be such a wimp."
"Okay, fine." She gives in. "Just to prove to you that you're so wrong."
He smirks, "Sounds like a plan."
Suddenly she remembers "Oh! Shoot. Gray and Ash."
"Seriously I thought this would not work. I mean Gray is a light sleeper, But I guess the sleeping tablet worked. And Ash, oh my," he laughs, "she sleeps deep, if you ask me. How can you not feel it when someone carries you from your bed? She didn't even stir in her sleep as I picked her up and sent her to Gray's room."
"She was exhausted." Cam defends.
"It feels so good playing cupid, you know." He smiles.
"I know right, it feels amazing. If they can't help themselves, we would do them the honors." She flicks her hair.
"See," he shows her his phone, "He's called me quite a couple number of times. He's definitely going to behead me like John the Baptist once he gets out of there. I'm so dead, but then, I know how to handle him."
"Don't you think we should let them out? It's 10 already. They're probably up by now."
"Yeah! Let's go." He gets up and pulls her along with him, Grayson's keys in his pocket.
"Wait." She says as he's about to unlock the door. She places her ears on the door.
"That's soundproof, I hope you know." He rolls his eyes.
"Shhh!!" She places her fingers on her lips to shut him up.
"Tsk!! Get away." He drags her away and opens the door to a tense-looking Ashley and Grayson.
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