Scars of My Past(10)

By: D. C. Renee


“Oh yeah, definitely,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, uh, thanks again,” I told him and walked back to my little spot. He followed.

“Have you been here long?” he asked as I sat down.

“About an hour.”

“Huh,” he mused. “I didn’t see you.”

“I was in the middle of the dance floor before I snuck out here,” I explained.

He nodded. “So what are you doing out here by yourself then?”

“My dance partner got hijacked,” I said.

“Fucker,” he muttered under his breath. I could practically feel his tension.

I shivered—but not from the cold—before I barked out a laugh. “My dance partner is my best friend. A guy she likes asked her to dance, and I took the opportunity to come out here.”

“Not much of a partier?” he asked.

“Not really.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, it gets old,” he said.

“I guess that explains why you’re out here by yourself too.”

“Actually, I was passing by the window, and I could have sworn I saw you out here. I wanted to come say hi.”

“Really?” I asked—more like squeaked. It wasn’t as if I liked the guy, so why did that little fact thrill me so much?

He chuckled. “Yeah, really. I wanted to make sure you were okay. No more run-ins with the fucker from earlier.”

“Oh,” I said and tried desperately to hide my disappointment. I was being stupid. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I didn’t have to worry about Amanda making mistakes while she was drunk—clearly, it was the other way around … and I wasn’t even drunk. “That’s sweet of you. And nope, no more run-ins. Just some drunk guy you scared away,” I said with a wave like it was no big deal. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“I don’t like that,” he responded, his jaw clenching as if he was angry. “I don’t fucking like that at all.”

“That’s just the life of a college girl,” I mused.

“Look at me,” he said, and I turned to face him. His tone was rough, edgy even, but when I looked at his eyes, they were soft. I could get lost in them, lost in his gaze, which was now directed at me as if I held the answer to all the world’s problems. In the dim lighting, they looked darker, almost black and sort of menacing, but they didn’t scare me. He didn’t scare me. He’d technically saved me twice already, and I was sure if I told him that my dance partner had been some guy, he would have put him in his place for ditching me. “If anyone harasses you, you come find me. I’ll take care of it. And if you can’t find me, call me. And I don’t just mean tonight,” he told me. His words were a promise; a promise I wanted to believe would come true if I needed it. I needed to believe it. I needed to believe there were guys out there who didn’t hurt girls just for sport, who didn’t put them down and make them think they were nothing like Tyler had.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t at that moment. I was too taken by the way Cam was looking at me like he needed me to believe his promise. Like he needed me to trust he’d take care of my problems. I decided right then that he was one of the good ones. I think I might have even leaned in, my face coming a little closer to his, my body overpowering my mind.

“Cammy.” I heard what sounded like a screeching hyena. That broke me out of my Cam-spell, and I moved away from him. “Cammy,” the girl screamed again, and that second one seemed to wake Cam up.

“There you are,” she sang as she came over to us. She was a tall, shapely blonde, but it looked ridiculously processed as if she’d dumped an entire bottle of bleach on her head, and let’s not forget the melon-sized boobs she had vainly tried to force into a kid-size t-shirt. She scowled at me as she came closer. I smiled brightly in return even though I wanted to scowl right back.

When she reached us, she ignored me completely. I was fine with that. She faced Cam and spoke as if I wasn’t even there.

“Come on, Cammy. My favorite song is on. You have to dance with me.”

“In a minute,” he responded gruffly.

“But then the song will be over,” she whined. “And we’re going to head out soon anyway, aren’t we?” she asked as she batted her eyelashes and pushed her boobs out further—as if they needed help sticking out.

Cam rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. Maybe it was more trouble to ignore her than indulge her. Or maybe he wanted to appease Miss Double-D so she’d appease him later. That thought made me cringe.

“Remember, Genevieve, if there’s any trouble,” he said before he got up and followed Boobie Barbie inside.

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