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Cameron woke up with his head pounding and a light pouring into the window that was so bright, he could barely open his eyes. The warmth of another body was radiating on him and an arm was draped over his chest. Fearfully, he turned his head, afraid of who might be laying next to him. He looked over to see a blonde girl, of who's name he couldn't remember, passed out and snoring. They had met at an off campus party last night but he wasn't sure how long they'd even known each other before they came back to her room. He had drank way too much and his headache was sure to remind him of that.

His blue eyes looked over to her as he tried to maneuver around her arm without waking her up. She didn't have a roommate which had been a good thing at least. As he looked around, he noticed that both of their clothes were sprawled out all over her room. Carefully, he lifted her arm off of him and laid it down next to her. She was snoring extremely loud and might possibly still be drunk, so she thankfully hadn't noticed. He wasn't trying to stick around and make conversation, it always ended being the same situation. The girls always took their hookups too seriously, wanting a relationship from him that he wasn't in the state to commit to. After his breakup with Emmy, he hadn't been in a single relationship.

Quietly, he stood up from the bed and began to gather his clothes. Putting on his black pants first, he looked around for his white button up shirt. After a moment of searching he finally spotted it across the room hanging across the back of her desk chair. He walked over to it and pulled it on, buttoning it up and then putting on his nikes as well. His sunglasses were no wear to be found but he didn't want to stick around to find them. Once he was completely dressed, he quietly dipped out of the room and closed the door without a sound.

As he stepped out into the hallway he began to strut down the hall, before noticing who was walking past him. Emmy. She was walking towards him going the opposite way, looking hot as hell like usual. Immediately he threw a smug look on his face upon seeing her, smiling with an evil little smirk as she noticed him as well. Since this was an all girl's dorm and it was early in the day still, surely she would recognize why he was here.

As he passed her he noticed she looked a bit shaken at seeing him and deep down inside, he was as well. Rounding the corner the smugness on his face immediately disappeared. His ears registered a soft sobbing sound but he wasn't sure if it was her. He turned around and peered down the hall and couldn't believe what he seen. Emmy was standing in the hallway sobbing, surely about him as she had seemed fine just a minute ago. His immediate instinct was to just keep walking and leave her there. She had broken up with him after all, not the other way around. Still, his mind told him to keep walking but his feet didn't cooperate.

Finally he realized that he couldn't leave her there, not like that. He sighed and turned around and began heading back to her, his face blank, no amount of smugness present whatsoever. She wasn't facing him at the moment, but he reached out to her anyways. His hand went to her shoulder softly, "are you okay?" he asked her, though he knew she wasn't.

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

our scars remind us,

who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)


Emmy left the house that morning with plans to pay a visit to Jessica, a girl on campus whose parents owned a local party hall in San Francisco. She needed to compare schedules for the next coming weeks, to ensure that the Zeta and Alpha houses didn't plan any major events on the same day. She didn't have the girl's number, so she figured her best bet was to pop in on her early in the day, before she had time to make any plans. Emmy woke up at a time Jessica probably hadn't seen in years, as she was infamous for sleeping in late on the weekend. Emmy had time to kill so she actually straightened her hair for once, and put on a bit more makeup than usual, playing around with eyeliner which was something she hardly ever wore. When she was finished she put on a sequined tank top, some black pants, flats, and threw a heavy jacket on over top. Although it was winter, the Greeks typically kept their houses at a degree that mirrored tank top weather.

She exited Zeta house and stopped to grab a cappuccino, as she was still over an hour ahead of schedule. Still, she walked to the female dorm all the same. She found herself wandering down the halls, looking for the right room, but of course she'd gotten lost. It was so like Emmy to get herself lost in a place she'd been countless times before. She was getting a little frustrated, and just when she thought her head would explode, she rounded a corner and she saw something that she was sure made the earth stop rotating for a moment.

Cam.

Cameron Richards, slipping quietly out the door of some nameless college girl's dorm room. He looked tired, hungover, his pants were slightly wrinkled as if they'd sat on the floor, rumpled in a ball all night. Clearly, he hadn't rolled out of bed early on a Saturday morning to meet up with a study buddy. Emmy's heart dropped to her feet, and her mouth went dry. You'd think by now she would be able to handle this. It'd been five months since they'd broken up, and she had heard all about his sexcapades with random co-eds around San Fran. Still, seeing it first hand cut deep, deeper than she cared to admit.

She thought about back peddling, so she could sneak back around the corner and flee the scene while she had the chance. The only problem with that scenario, was that he seemed to've already noticed her. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. She cursed silently, trying not to look at him. Of course, she couldn't resist a quick glance in his direction. He was smiling. He was caught walking out of some stupid skank's room, and was so much of an ass, that he felt the need to smirk on his way past. Emmy was angry, frustrated from being lost, and her emotions from knowing exactly what Cam had done hours earlier were building. As he passed her by and was safely behind her, tears formed in her eyes.

Emmy didn't cry all that often. So when she cried, she cried hard. Once she started she couldn't be stopped. Soon, she was balling her eyes out, and had stopped to lean against the wall behind her. She didn't want to be alone, she needed someone to calm her down. Sophia would surely drop whatever she was doing to veg out with Emmy for the day, reassuring her that she could do better, that she didn't deserve to be treated the way Cam treated her. She was still crying, and opened her eyes to reach in her purse, when a familiar hand touched her shoulder. It was Cam, she knew it even before he spoke.

"Of course I'm okay!" She snapped, her words wavering with emotion. She reached a hand up and furiously wiped away her tears. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this. It would probably just fuel his fire, and make him feel even better about himself. When she felt confident that she looked halfway presentable, she turned to face him, his hand still on her shoulder. "Like you care." She said flatly, she had intended to keep up her angry tone, but it failed miserably. She was hurt, and it was prevalent in her voice.

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It was just Cam's luck that she would catch him at just the right time, to see him sneaking out of this girl's room. They hadn't even seen each other recently and the first time they did, it just had to be this second. It pissed him off to think about how bad his luck was. Being caught the first time had been a given, he hadn't even tried to hide it at all really. Sure he hadn't gone broadcasting it to her, but his habits had made it pretty obvious.

Since going off to college, he changed quite a bit. He rarely ever answered her texts or called, or texted or called her on his own. At first he was coming home every other weekend and then gradually, he only came home for holidays. Eventually he stopped coming home at all. It bothered him too much to see her, knowing what he was doing behind her back. Plus his parents weren't really that close with him at all, so he had just stayed up at school all year round. Off campus of course, he usually rented a loft in the city, paid for by his parents. Nonetheless, he had felt too guilty to see her anymore. Eventually she just found out and dumped him, surely as any other girl would have.


Feeling her touch she reacted just as he had assumed she would, with anger. Even though her tone was angry as she finally turned around, her eyes showed that she was hurt more than anything. Her makeup was a bit smeared from crying and her eyes were a bit puffy from the ordeal, though she seemed to be holding it back efficiently now. "Really? Because it doesn't seem like it.." he told her softly, his hand reaching up to wipe her smeared makeup away. Momentarily, his actions made it seem as if he still cared about her. And he did, which is why her next comment pissed him off so much.

Like he cared? Honestly, he cared more than she probably knew. The first time he had cheated on her it had only been a kiss. Things probably could have been repaired at that point, but he hadn't told her about it. Instead he had let his guilt inside build until he couldn't help it anymore. Eventually he just said fuck it and gave in to all the temptations. His eyes flashed with anger as she said this, "you don't have to be such a bitch, Em", he replied coldy.

Inside he knew that he still loved her, she was the only girl he'd ever felt like that about. Honestly he couldn't see himself feeling like that about anyone else, though he wasn't going to tell her this. Things between them had gone too far to be repaired now and they both knew it. His hands went up to his face out of frustration, cupping around his eyes. After only a moment, they went back down to his sides again. "Forget it" he told her meanly, his blue eyes looking into hers with pain. Things between them couldn't be fixed and they both knew it, so why waste either of their time? At this point, he just didn't want to deal with it. He abruptly turned and went to start heading down the hall, away from her. Away from all of it.

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

our scars remind us,

who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)


"And what does it seem like?" She asked, completely and totally annoyed that he seemed to care about her one second, and then could turn around and treat her like dirt the next. As his hand reached up to wipe away the mess of eyeliner beneath her left lid, a flicker of recognition danced in her heart. He still held a place there, even though he was far from deserving. He had cheated on her, he had refused to give up partying without her, and continued to disregard her feelings and talk to other girls behind her back. So why was it that she couldn't have the back bone to just let it all go? To move on?

His next words made her blink a few times to try to wrap her head around what he'd said, had he called her a bitch? Where did he get off acting like she was the bad guy? Sure, she'd been the one to finally call it quits, but she'd given him every opportunity to redeem himself, to fix their problems, and he just didn't care enough to try. And besides, where was this anger coming from? He wanted other girls, he wanted freedom, he didn't want her, so why was it that her cold tone bothered him so much? Cam had never called her a bitch before, though, she'd never really given him a reason to. She liked making people happy, and felt terribly when she didn't, so even when she'd left him last summer, she did so with puffy eyes and a broken heart.

She couldn't bring herself to say anything, partly because she was still in shock, partly because she didn't have it in her to argue right now, and crying again was out of the picture. All she could do was stare at him blankly, seeing a flash of pain shimmer across the blue eyes she'd spent years gazing into. The only time she ever saw Cam with hurt feelings, was when the topic of his father came up, so to know that some part of him held her to that same level, was oddly comforting.

As she pondered this, he turned and started to walk away from her. Good riddance. She thought, it's not like I needed him to comfort me anyways. Big, stupid, emotionless, jerkof- "What did you expect me to do, Cameron?" She had no idea why she'd called out to him as he meandered down the hall, and she cursed her mouth for betraying her so. But for whatever reason, she just wasn't ready for him to disappear on her just yet, and her mouth outweighed her brain the majority of the time anyways. "What? Did you really think I'd be peachy keen seeing you for the first time, especially given the circumstances?" She gestured a hand behind her towards the door he'd walked out of just minutes before. "Not everyone is like you Cam, not everyone can see the person they.." Sighing, she cut herself off and changed her sentence ending. "It's just not that easy for me, I have a heart."

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At first he had the urge to tell her it looked like she was crying over him because she wasn't over him, but he didn't want to go there. They had been in this hallway for all of five minutes now and he'd already made her cry once, he wasn't trying to start an argument as well. They had kind of already started the argument sure, but did he have to fuel the fire? Even though he had asked himself this question, he already knew the answer. Of course he did. He was Cam, he was always the one fueling the fire. His hot-headed nature had always caused him trouble in life and it didn't seem to be something that would change anytime soon. "It looked like you were acting like a big baby in the middle of a public hallway." His words were harsh and yet a small smirk came across his face, he was acting like an asshole and he knew it but he couldn't stop himself.

After he had begun walking away he could already feel himself beginning to calm down a bit. His muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed, beginning to feel better. That is, for about two seconds, before he heard Emmy's voice again behind him. Honestly he hadn't expected her to do this, calling him back to her after he'd tried to leave. She had been the one to call it quits between them so what the hell was going on?

At hearing her voice he had stopped walking and then slowly, he spun around on his feet. "What circumstances, Emmy? You broke up with me. Besides that, you don't even know what the hell your talking about, maybe I was just studying?" With this, a mischievous grin played across his rugid features. He just couldn't help it, he knew he got under her skin and he loved every second of it. Even when they had been together he had made it his mission to do so, for nothing other than to irritate her.

With the smirk still across his face, he sauntered back over to her and stood in front of her. They were closer than before this time as he decided he was going to try another approach. He didn't want to get all emotional and honestly, he wasn't going to. It just wasn't him and they both knew it. As she finished her little tangent he replaced his smirk with a charming smile. His hand went up to her face, his fingers laying across her cheek. "Come on, you know you missed me so just stop with all the melodramatics, okay?" he told her softly. As he was speaking his hand had moved from her cheek and down to her the area right above her collarbone. Him switching moods so quickly and so obviously trying to bother her would definitely register with her. She knew him better than anyone and she knew this was all just a game.

Of course he really did love her, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Right now he just wanted to mess with her a little bit, he wasn't in the mood for a big ole teary showdown. Him not wanting to confront his true feelings and emotions had been the single reason why he had avoided her all this time. In pissing her off, he was hoping that she would just leave and they could continue on with their lives, avoiding each other.

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

our scars remind us,

who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)


As he turned back to look at her with a taunting smile, she clenched her jaw, trying desperately not to lash out at him. They were, as he said, in a public hallway. She wouldn't want to embarrass herself, or her house, with dramatics. "I'm not a cry baby. I'm just not a heartless ass hole." She said just loud enough for him to hear, the words thick with bitterness and anger. One thing she hated, was being called a cry baby. Cam knew that, and he'd likely done it just to get under his skin, which he had unfortunately succeeded in doing. Why do I always let him win? She scolded herself, never breaking eye contact with him as she responded to what he'd said. "What circumstances? What circumstances?" She repeated herself for emphasis, making sure he knew hoe ridiculous that sounded given their recent history.

When he mentioned her breaking up with him, her heart sank. It was true, and it had been a while since it happened, but it was still a sore subject for the fragile blond. They were broken up, and they both knew the situations surrounding that fact, so there was really no reason for it to be brought up. "It's not like I wanted to." She mumbled, not sure if he had heard her, and even less sure about whether she even wanted him to. She shook her head. "God, Cam. I'm not a complete idiot." She rolled her eyes, annoyed again. Her heart, mind, and body typically needed preparation before going rounds with Cam. The emotional roller coaster he continuously put her on was nothing to be taken lightly.

To prove this even further, he closed the distance between them, and stood before her, a gentle hand on her cheek. Her first instinct was t let her eyes flutter closed and just take in the moment. Maybe she could pretend this Cam was the same one she'd fell in love with. She missed him, or at least the way he used to be. Funny, charming, witty, a total gentleman, handsome. Okay, so he was still just as handsome as he was five months ago, minus the wrinkled clothes. Minus any clothes at all, a completely inappropriate thought creepped through her brain, and as if he read her mind, he slid his hand from her cheek to her collarbone, making her hold her breath. Her blood flow increased and it was travelling to places opposite her brain. But it only lasted a moment. "Stop it, Cam." She scolded, rolling her eyes and swatting his hand off her chest. "Didn't you get enough attention in that department, from dorm room girl?" She asked in an icy tone, thinking of him with another girl made her feel sick, and seeing the getaway first time had only made it worse.

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Heart less asshole? Cam was actually far from such a thing but he wasn't going to argue the point. They both knew that deep down somewhere, he was still Cam. The same Cam who had written her little notes in school and left them in the locker. The same boy who had always ran beside her in gym class, instead of running up ahead with the boys. The same Cam who had asked her to prom by filling her entire house with petals of pink roses and leaving a sweet note asking her to go with him. The same boyfriend who had paraded her through the halls like she was the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen, and treated her accordingly. The same Cameron who had opened up to her about his father, letting her in on why he was the way he was. But did any of that matter anymore? "Ouch, hitting below the belt with the asshole comment?" he replied smugly.

The two of them were standing so close that he had indeed heard what she said. Whether or not he'd wanted to hear it, he wasn't sure. It saddened him to know how much he'd hurt her but he knew it was too late to make up for it, too late to turn back time. Plus he still wasn't even sure he wanted to if it could even be done. For now, he decided to ignore it. It wasn't worth getting into at the moment and he didn't want all of the waterworks to come from her as he knew they would.

She rolled her eyes and he couldn't help but feel a bit of adoration towards her. He had seen the same expression come from her many times and had grown to love it, though it sounded silly to most. "Your right, your not. So quit acting like one?" It wasn't meant as an insult and as he said it, a familiar look came into his eyes. One that he had given her many times when she was made at him, one that had helped him get out of trouble so many times before. He knew it wasn't going to be that easy to get out of this one but he didn't care. "I thought of you the entire time baby" he then told her, a devilish smile coming onto his features. This would probably just piss her off and wasn't going to help his case but he just couldn't help himself.

For a second he sensed hesitation, her hesitation to push him away that is. They both knew that it was only natural to still be attracted to one another, they always had been. "Eh, not really. She doesn't compare to you Emmy, none of them have." Originally it had been meant to be a smart ass remark but as he finished saying it, his eyes softened and his features did as well. He still loved her no matter if she believed him or not.

Cameron wasn't looking to get back into a relationship right now but he just couldn't help what he did next, she looked too good today. He moved closer to her, their bodies pressing together. "Didn't you miss me?" he whispered softly into her ear, looking first to make sure no one was in the hallway with them. His lips then moved to her neck where he planted two small kisses on her, hoping she wouldn't push him away. Emmy wasn't one for casual relationships but these days, Cam was. He still wanted his freedom but he wanted her as well. He knew he couldn't have his cake and eat it too but he'd be damned if he didn't try.

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

our scars remind us,

who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)


She was on the verge of snapping, and telling him exactly where he could shove his words, when a familiar expression played across his masculine features. He was manipulating her. He'd used this look so many times in the past, that she was beyond irritated with herself that it still tug at her heart strings. When they were still together, he could pair this look with an apology, a slew of 'I love you's, and a gift, and he got out of just about anything. It was disgusting, really, that she'd sunk so low as to let some guy play with her emotions this way. But the harsh reality was, that no matter how confident she appeared, Emmy was a dependent person deep down. She needed people to like her, to love her, to need her. Needed recognition and praise. She knew what what she was, a sophomore, a sister, a daughter, a friend, social chair, best dressed, etc. But she didn't know who she was. If she wasn't Cam's trophy girlfriend, who was she?

"Maybe I wouldn't have to act this way, if you stopped trying so hard to upset me." She finally spoke, biting the inside of her cheek as she often did when she was anxious. She pulled her eyes from him, and glanced over her shoulder, avoiding his gaze. But, her eyes settled on the door she'd seen him exit, and she had to tear her eyes away, looking back at him, emotions high again. She narrowed her eyes when he spoke the first time, "yeah? Well I bet there are plenty of guys who think of me." She was playing it off like she wasn't secretly hoping what he'd said was the truth. She wanted him to think of her. To remember what he had, what he lost, and what someone else would be having in only a matter of time. She crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently accentuating her cleavage. She hadn't done it on purpose, but now that she'd noticed it, she hoped he had too. Emmy was looking good today, well, Emmy looked good every day, but today she looked especially attractive, and she wanted him to miss having her on his arm.

"Ew, Cam." Her nose crinkled at the thought of him comparing her to other girls in the bedroom, how crude. Cameron had been the boy she'd lost her virginity to, and the only person to date that she'd gone past kissing with, not that she would ever admit that to him. For all he knew, she was popping in and out of fraternity bunks every night, just as he was frequenting the female dorms. "You wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, saying comments like that. Because we all know how concerned you are about other people." The last part of her comment was drenched in sarcasm, and she was actually a little proud of herself for being able to be so snarky. "What if skankbot hears you?" She asked, an edge returning to her voice as she nodded back in the direction of the door.

"What kind of question is that? Did I miss you? You already know that answer. I don't want to play games-" When he moved closer to her, she turned her head from him, afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself if he tried his flirtatious antics. Of course, this only exposed her neck, and he moved to press his lips there. She cleared her throat, attempting to ignore the whirring hormones that were flying around her head. "What are you doing?" Her voice was lower, and for whatever reason, she didn't shove him away. She was just, so confused. What was he trying to do here? What did he want from her, aside from the obvious.

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Never once in his life had he tried to hurt her feelings. Sure, he did enjoy teasing her and getting under her skin. But really hurting her, breaking her heart even? He hadn't purposely tried to do that not once. She didn't think of it this way though and he knew it. Emmy had the type of thought process to where she probably felt like his main mission was to break her heart and make her cry. "You know I don't try to hurt you." His voice was quite matter of fact and he hoped that she noticed it.

A peculiar smile came onto his features as she stated that plenty of guys probably thought about her. It was the truth, as Emmy was one of the most attractive girls he'd ever seen. In his eyes, the most attractive even. When she'd crossed her arms she had only made her cleavage even more noticeable. Even though he knew she'd probably be annoyed, he couldn't help but sneak a look. "I wouldn't doubt it" he told her with a smile, flashing his perfect pearly whites. Growing up he'd been born with pretty good teeth as it is, which had been doctored up by his dentist on his father's dime of course. Plus, he had his teeth bleached every six months to counteract his occasional smoking. Of course Emmy couldn't stand that he sometimes smoked. When they had been together he'd been forced to hide it. He'd usually spray on some cologne and brush his teeth before he seen her. Now that they weren't together, he had been smoking a lot more than usual.

He had to admit, Emmy did tend to bring out the best in him. When they'd been together before he left for college, he had still drank, but not half as much as he did now. As for smoking? When they'd been together he'd maybe smoked four or five cigarettes a month. Now? He bought a pack almost every time he went out drinking.

His heart warmed seeing her crinkle her little nose. He had always thought it was so cute when she did that. Even now that they weren't together, he still enjoyed seeing it. "She's a bimbo. Some girl I met at a party, I don't even know her name. Drop it" he told her not so nicely. She had left him, not the other way around. Even if he had deserved it, he still didn't want to hear what she said to say about what he did with his life now. She wasn't a part of it anymore so why should she have a say?

Once she had basically admitted to missing him, he knew that he'd gotten to her. Honestly he had expected it to be a bit harder than it had been, but he wasn't complaining. "I missed you too baby" he cooed into her ears. She knew what he was up to, she knew him better than anyone. He didn't care though and it wasn't stopping him, and neither was she.

To him, it had been pretty obvious what he was doing. Kissing her? Well, alright, he was doing a bit more than that. He wanted her and didn't care that they weren't together, he didn't necessarily want to be together. He had tried to leave earlier and she had stopped him, so this was on her. His lips moved down her neck slowly and then back up, nipping at her ear before he pulled back a bit to look into her eyes. "You love me, Emmy...I know you do" he told her, his eyes smoldering into hers with passion. He had been careful not to admit that he loved her, he didn't want to. It would open up a can of worms he didn't want to open. Instead, he moved his lips to meet with hers and hoped she wouldn't push him away.

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

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who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)

Emmy sighed as she bought her eyes to meet his, they were soft, and all the emotions she'd had for him were still apparent in her expression. "I know you don't try. But you do a pretty darn good job of it anyways." She dropped her chin, and quieted. She really didn't want to cry again, not just because she was concerned with keeping up appearances, but because she hadn't put all that time into getting ready for nothing, and her makeup, waterproof or not, wouldn't be able to withstand another of her crying episodes. Hurricane Emmy, that's what her family back home called her when she cried. She exhaled again, thinking of her family, she could really use a skype chat with Vivi tonight. Her little sister was wise beyond her years, and she had such a thick layer of ice around her heart that she knew exactly what to do to keep people from hurting her. Something Emmy envied in some ways.

Emmy was the exact opposite, she was warm hearted and sweet. She was emotional and empathetic, a people pleaser. She had absolutely no idea how to keep hide her feelings, how to protect herself from emotionally painful situations, and she couldn't lie to save her life. Cam knew just how to use these attributes to his advantage, together or not, he knew what to say and do to get his desired results from her. She broke her cloud of tension with an easy laugh as he responded to her vain comment that was meant to hurt his feelings, or provoke jealousy, but had fallen flat. She brought her eyes back to look at his face and saw that blindingly white smile of his. The one that won her over five years ago, the one that had kept her around for four of those five years, regardless of what he put her through.

"Bimbo or not. It matters to me." She said softly. Her original anger and frustration had diminished, as it always did, Emmy's fuse was short and she got angry easily, but that anger subsided just as quickly. She just couldn't understand how Cam could view sex as something so casual. To her, it should mean something, it was an expression of, well, love. Or some kind of deep emotion anyways. It wasn't that she was a total prude. But she wasn't stupid. She knew what guys wanted from a girl, and she knew that if you simply gave it to them, you were rendered useless. Not to mention, she was well aware of the possible side effects sex could cause; emotional attachments, pregnancy, stds, countless others. If she was going to take such a large risk, the trade off had to be worth it.

She held her breath as he continued to kiss her neck, she should have pushed him away, she wanted to, but what she wasn't able to express was how desperate she was. The sexual tension she had bottled up inside that had been building over the past five months was starting to crush her. She'd gone from being active with Cam several times a day, to nothing. Nada, zip, zilch, the big goose egg. "And what about you?" She asked him, rather than admitting that what he'd said was true. They both knew it was, so she saw no reason to give him the satisfaction of hearing it out loud. However, she really had no idea if he was still in love with her, or honestly, if he had ever truly loved her in the first place. How could he? How could he love her, and do what he did?

She wanted to say more about the various choices cam had made, but when she turned back to him, she was met by his lips. They were warm and eager, crashing over her own before she had a chance to think. She closed her eyes for a moment and returned his kiss, deepened it with an intensity that surprised even her. Her mind was having an inner battle, the age old Angel and Devil on her shoulder. One the one hand, she wasn't ready t be intimate with anyone other than Cameron, so why not use him the way he'd wanted to use her? Why not take out all of her sexual frustration. Just this one time... One the other hand, Cam didn't deserve any attention from her, and all this would do, would let him think he could treat her this way, and still get what he wanted. She just couldn't give him that. She finally pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Even if I do, love you. You didn't choose me, remember? You chose them." She moved her finger in a circle, referring to the female dorms, and more specifically, the girls who occupied them.

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The sadness in her eyes sent a pang of pain into his heart. Yes, he had one, despite what she thought about him. His heart had just been hidden for so long that it was hard for him to express any kind of emotion. Walls had built up around it, trying to shield him from feeling anything anymore. From what he'd seen from his parents, relationships and marriage didn't seem to work out at all. Emmy had been the only one so far in his entire life that was able to break down those walls. When he'd been with her, actually together, he had always felt so at ease. Like he could be himself without having to put up an image like he did so often nowadays.

Her delicate features seemed hurt and though it bothered him that he'd caused it, the past was the past. It was too late now to dramatize about it and stir up a fight. Once she dropped her chin, he couldn't resist it anymore. Just for a moment he wanted to let his guard down. His hand then moved to lift her chin back up so she was now looking him in the eyes. "I don't mean to -- I don't want to. I never did" he replied softly, finally giving her a piece of the Cameron she once knew. He was still inside but pretty deep down and away from the surface. His guilt from initially cheating on her had caused him internally to feel that he wasn't worthy of her. Because of this, he'd basically given up trying and instead of dealing with it, he'd ended up making it worse.

The desperation to ask if she'd been with anyone else creeped into his mind. He knew that she hadn't but then again, he also felt as if it was stupid to just assume. For all he knew he could have changed her with his antics, making her the same way. And he also knew that it mattered to her, that had been the reason for his smug face when he'd seen her. He had wanted to throw it in her face because deep down, he hadn't been the same since she'd left him. "I know it does. What do you want me to say, that I'm sorry?" he then asked, letting her chin fall from his hand. As he said this, he turned his head and looked over her shoulder, not wanting to make eye contact. "I am but that doesn't really change anything, does it?" It had been more of a statement than a question, as he knew it didn't. If it did, they would have been back together a long time ago. She wasn't willing to forgive or forget and he wasn't willing to let his bad boy habits just yet.

Ignoring her question, he tried his best to answer it with the kiss that they shared. All of the pent up issues they had seemed to fade away for a moment. Just for a moment, they were Cameron and Emmy again, high school sweethearts. The couple that everyone had facebook stalked, the couple that ran for and won prom king and queen. Up until now, their life had almost seemed as if it came straight out of a movie. The hallway faded away in the background as he kissed her, throwing all of his emotions into his actions instead of using words. He had never been very good with words but he sure knew how to make his feelings known through actions.

And then, all too soon, she pulled away from him. He knew that it wouldn't be that easy but he honestly had been hoping it would be. Why couldn't she just be with him, without having to be so official? Why did they have to be facebook official for it to mean something? But he also knew that this wasn't the problem. The problem was, was that he had been enjoying his freedom. She would not be okay with him seeing other women. On the other hand, he knew it would piss him off to see her with another guy. So where did that leave them?

Her comment pissed him off, as soon as he heard it he felt his skin pinken a bit. At his sides, his fists clenched as well. He would never hit her or even come close, it was just a habit when he was angry. "YOU chose this, not me. I made mistakes sure, but you ended it Em." His voice was hot with anger and when he seen the look on her face his fists immediately unclenched. He swore that it looked like she might cry and he hated upsetting her. Getting under her skin was one thing but making her cry was another. Again, he looked over her shoulder, though his face had changed from angry to just plain confusion and sadness. "I've only ever wanted you".

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

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who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)

When the kiss was over, it was evident that he wanted more, and admittedly, so did she. She wanted to kiss him, to let him take her to the nearest empty room and explore his familiar body, relish in his touch and channel all of her pent up emotions into him. Her body screamed for it, her heart increased it's pace at the mere though, but her mind wouldn't hear of it. "You're not sorry, Cameron. Not for her, not for any of them." She sighed, shaking her head gently. She was still frustrated but she didn't have it in her to bring anger into her tone. She had given up on even trying to argue with him, it never went anywhere. "So no, I don't want you to say you are. I don't need the pity apologies. When you mean it, if you ever do, then yeah, it'd be nice to hear."

The tone of his voice when he made his pointed statement had hurt her feelings, and a deep frown pulled at her cheeks. She shook her head slowly, resisting the urge to cry, or worse, yell. She wasn't surprised at his anger, she'd grown callous to it after having experienced it for so many years. She could have screamed back at him, gotten huffy and upset, but she knew that wasn't the proper way to handle him when he was like this. "Look at me Cameron." She told him, rather than asked, because she knew his answer would have been no regardless. When he didn't comply, she layed a delicate hand on the side of his cheek, turning his face to look at her straight on. "Look at me." Once she was sure she had his attention, an ache crept into her chest as the fond memories they'd shared filled her in that moment, while she stared into his eyes.

She remembered the first time they'd met, at some stupid social event their parents had drug them to, where they were forced to make pleasantries with the city's wealth, to keep up appearances for their respective families. Emmy was thirteen, and in her awkward stage physically. Her limbs were too long, nose too big, and summer freckles completely visible with her lack of a good concealer. But he was kind to her none the less.

She remembered the first class they'd shared, P.E. Emmy of course had grown out of her awkward stage by this point, and had immediately drawn the attention of the upperclassman boys who were seeing her in her new, womanly form for the first time. Cam included.

She remembered their first kiss, which had come before their first date. They'd winded up dancing together at a school homecoming, and the mixture of pre-party drinks, the bumping music, and the intimate dancing style "kids nowadays" had adapted, had hormones raging on both sides. To Emmy, the kiss was magical, perfect and warm. From then on, they'd been inseparable, much to their parents approval. They went on to win school titles together, and it was years before things went south.

But they did, all in due time.

So here they were, trapped in this foreign state of post-break up awkwardness. With her hand still sitting lightly on his cheek, she spoke. "I did. I ended it. But can you blame me? After what you did?" Now that she thought about it, she hadn't had the chance to really talk about what had happened between them. The break up was so heated and dramatic, with her screaming and crying, and him refusing to tell her any details. They had talked since then, but only when Cameron was drunk, and those conversations always went one of two ways; he would babble on about how much he needed her, loved her, and was sorry, or he would turn into a complete ass.

Now was her chance To get the real story, from the real Cam. Sober and standing inches away. She was staring into his eyes, refusing to back down. "And what did you do, Cam? With who? And... Why? Why wasn't I enough for you?" She was trying to be strong, trying to show him she was serious about having this conversation, but she couldn't help the tears that glistened her eyes with a subtle gloss. "Why can't you love me?"

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Her reaction was just as had been expected, she didn't believe his apology. Honestly he had been expecting this so he wasn't really shocked, though he did feel a small pang in his heart. Emmy would probably never believe him and he knew this, he felt that it had been a mistake to even offer the apology at this point. "Whatever, Em" he said, his voice full of defeat. This was the exact reason he hadn't wanted to talk to her. She was stubborn as hell and wouldn't accept an apology. He could have been on his knees begging her and still, she would have shot him down. Cameron knew that deep down he did mean his apology, even if he wasn't the best at showing it. Expressing his true feelings and emotions had never been the easiest thing to do for him.

The outburst of anger hadn't been intentional but it was strong nonetheless. He was pissed about what they had said, but also at himself. Pissed at himself for screwing up what had been the best thing to ever happen to him. He had hurt and broke the heart of the only girl he'd ever truly loved, the only girl he could ever see himself loving. His eyes looked behind her, not wanting to make eye contact. He knew that looking into her eyes would make her pain all that more hard for him to see, for him to feel. The feeling of her warm hand on his cheek was a familiar one. The cooing of her soft voice made him want to turn, but he didn't. He couldn't accept what he'd done to her, how much he had hurt her. When he didn't do what she had asked, she took it into her own hands. Literally.

As her hand pulled his face to look at her, he allowed her to spin his face to look back into her eyes. Whenever their eyes found each other, everything else seemed to just disappear. It always had and he knew it always would, no matter what happened between them. No sounds could be heard of others in the hallway, though he knew people were walking by them. He wasn't seeing anything but her anymore, losing himself in her deep brown eyes. When he looked into them he seen them together in the future, happy. Possibly, married with kids even and living in a suburb in New York. Even though he loved the city, he didn't want to live there when he was older. He wanted somewhere where he could have a yard and a dog, possibly even two dogs. Somewhere where he could play football with his son out in the yard, while Emmy and their daughter planted flowers.

What the hell? he thought to himself, wondering why he was thinking of the two of them in such a way. They weren't together anymore and hadn't been for months. Quite frankly, he didn't think she would ever take him back at all. While he looked at her, he didn't speak, he only listened. He knew that she needed to get things out and the only thing he could do at the moment was brace himself. Yelling would probably ensue, along with a bit of cursing and some tears. When she finally spoke, he turned his head away from her hand, looking away once again. "No, I can't. But can you blame me for moving on since then?" he asked, looking over pointedly to the girl's room that he had sneaked out of earlier.

Truthfully, he hadn't exactly moved on. Physically he had, quite a bit actually. But emotionally he still loved her, no matter how much it didn't exactly seem like it. In his mind, hooking up with other people since their break up never changed the fact that she was in his heart. Only seconds later she spoke once more and this time, he knew that it was coming. The talk.

Even through their break up, she hadn't really cared to ask the details. In her mind anything that he'd done was unforgivable, no matter what it had been. She had blown up and yelled and screamed, cried and thrown a fit without ever really asking. Cameron couldn't lie and say that he blamed her, because he hadn't. If it had been the other way around Cameron would have broken up with her and never looked back. All of the years of their relationship, no one knew better than Emmy that Cam was an extremely jealous person.

Knowing that it would be unheard of for them to get back together anyways, he decided he would just tell her, come clean. Nothing but the truth from now on, no matter how much it might hurt her, and he knew it would. Looking back into her eyes, his face looked to hers as if apologizing ahead of time. He let out a low sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets for he wasn't sure of what else to do with them. "I'll tell you, but your not going to like it." His eyes flickered away from hers, though only for a moment before they made their return. "I had been here for school for about a month, and we went to a party. It was off campus, at a house about fifteen minutes away." He cleared his throat before continuing, knowing that this was about to get tough. "I got really drunk and a girl kissed me."

He remembered her name still, it had been Roxanne. He just didn't feel like it was necessary to tell Em, she would never see the girl in her lifetime, Cam hadn't seen the girl since that night. "After I realized what had happened, I left. I wanted to tell you but the longer that I went without telling you, the harder I knew it would be. With this, his eyes melted with hers as he knew that this would hurt her. "My guilt grew by the day and eventually, I started...hooking up with people, as a way to suppress it. I know it doesn't make sense Emmy -- I know. It had just seemed to make the guilt go away, even if just for an hour or so." His jaw cringed as he finished his speech, and his eyes looked to hers desperately as he wondered what she was thinking. He hadn't wanted to come out directly and tell her that he had been sleeping with people, so he hoped she knew what he had meant by only saying hooking up. Mentally, he prepared himself for what was to come next, as he knew it was not going to be good.

And why wasn't she enough for him? Hell, half the time she'd been too much for him. But honestly, he couldn't blame her for feeling the way that she did. With what he had done and how he'd acted, it would be crazy for her to not act like that. On the other hand, her other question hurt him immensely. His eyes showed pain and a hurt expression crossed his face. "You've got to be kidding me" he said angrily. "I never stopped loving you, Em. It wasn't about you for once, it was about me." When he said you his hands left his pockets and pointed to her, before pointing back to himself. It may have sounded harsh the way he'd said it but he hadn't known how else to make her understand. "I still love you and I still want you, whether you believe that or not is up to you."

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["EMMY" DOROTHY MARIE EMMERSON]

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who? (cam) what? (click) where? (the halls of the female dorm//san francisco)


Emmy thought for a moment during the long pause after Cam first spoke. "Yes." She finally said and with her hand still resting on the side of his face, she moved her thumb to rub over his cheek, emphasizing the sincerity of her next statement. "I can blame you. Because I haven't. I haven't moved on. I haven't even tried, actually. But I should be. Trying I mean. You should be the one eating ice cream by the gallon even though you know it'll go straight to your ass, and laying around the Zeta house watching I Love Lucy Marathons, and crying for hours in Soph's lap because you just-" She cut herself off mid sentence, realizing she had gone into a quiet ramble.

She pressed her lips together and took a deep breath when he spoke again. No shit I'm not going to like it. She thought to herself. No matter what it was that he had done, she knew the emotional tole of hearing straight from the horse's mouth, would crush her. But she wanted this, she needed this. She just, had to know. "Okay." She finally whispered, as a green light for him to continue on with the story. Though she was a bit surprised he'd agreed to tell her, and honestly, that struck a little hope in her heart. If nothing else, he at least respected her enough to tell her the truth.

As he spoke, it was as if the words were flowing from his mouth in slow motion. Emmy's mind went blank, and she half thought she was literally dying of a broken heart. As her muscles relaxed on their own, her arm lowered and her hand from his cheek to rest, hanging limply at her side. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes dropped to the carpet. It was worse than she had thought, so much more terrible than she could have possibly imagined. She should have been prepared, people on campus had been telling her for months their versions of the truth, but she didn't listen. She never thought he was capable of a betrayal so deep.

"A month?" It was all she could manage to say, and she let the question linger in the air for several minutes before continuing, her eyes still facing her feet, and tears welling up in her eyes. "A month. That's all it took? A month, and it was like I didn't even exist." As she continued, slow tears dropped one by one from her eyes, and her vision was so blurred she couldn't even see puddles forming around her shoes. "Why Cameron? Why didn't you just wait? You could have come home whenever you wanted, I would have come there if you needed-" She cut herself off again, suddenly deep in thought, her emotional state changing drastically.

"But, you did come home. And I did visit you. All the time, whenever you wanted. And you.. we.." She paused, snapping her head back up, hot tears freely streaming down her face, her voice rising with each spoken word. "You went out, doing that, and came back home, to me? To my bed?" Her tiny hands balled into fists and she took a few staggering steps backwards. "How could you? How dare you? We stayed together after that, for months, and months. You kept lying to me? Kept cheating on me? Jesus. What if you gave me something? You don't even remember their names, so you sure as hell don't have a copy of their medical records! What were you thinking? What is wrong with you? You were supposed to love me, and take care of me. We were supposed to be forever, remember?"

Once her screaming quieted, she cried. Hard. In an awful, runny nose, whimpering, doubled over kind of cry. This went on for several minutes before she could finally bring herself to straighten up and catch her breath. She was staring him straight in the eyes, with tears glistening on the exposed skin of her chest, soaking her shirt, and dripping to the floor, she finally forced herself to speak. "Still love me? Still want me? What is it then? What do they do for you that I can't? I would have given you anything you asked me for Cameron. Anything you wanted. Anything." Her face turned dark, and her eyes went cold, an expression so foreign to the sweet blonde's features. "Some day, I hope you fall in love again. Fall so hard you can't think straight, can't see anything but that one person. So when it's over, when they rip your heart right out of your chest, it'll hurt. I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt like I hurt."

Taking a deep breath, she brushed passed him, heading back to the Zeta house with her head held high. Sure, she was hanging on by a thread, and would surely break down again once in the sanctuary of her sorority, but for now she had to hold on to the last shreds of dignity she had.

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