roommates

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Cameron's POV

"So, do you know what happened?" Beth asks me. We're sitting at the kitchen table right now, and it's 1:30 P.M. I am so hungover.

"No idea." I admit to her.

"What's the last thing you remember?" she asks me.

"Uh," I pause, to think back, "we went to the bar, got drinks, danced, kept getting drinks. The last think I remember is taking body shots off you."

"Body shots?" Beth asks, her eyes going wide.

"Yeah." I scratch the back of my neck. It's kind of difficult, since I'm wearing a turtleneck. I didn't want Beth to see the purple marks she made on my neck.

"Fun." she mutters.

"Anything else? Anything big like that?" she asks. Should I tell her? Well, I can't lie.

"We may have made out, a little." I bite my lip.

Her eyes go wide.

"And you danced on me."

Her jaw drops.

"And you made out with Jack G." I tell her, getting up and leaving the table.

I walk to my room. When I turn to close the door, I see Beth sitting at the table with her head buried in her hands.

I was drunk, but not as drunk as I've been before.

I can't tell her I remember everything from last night.

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Bethany's POV

What is wrong with me? I dance all over Cameron and make out with him, then go over to Jack? I'm such a slut!

I feel so bad.

I sit with my head buried for a while.

I finally walk back in my room, and plop on my bed next to a sleeping Molly.

I grab my phone and take a picture of how cute she looks. I go to my photos to look at the picture, when I notice a video.

"You got it?" asks a drunk Nash, on camera.

"Yeahhhhh." slurs a drunk Andrea, behind the camera.

"Hey look! It's Jack and Bethany making out!!" Nash hollers, while Andrea put the video on us.

"WHAT?" I hear someone yell from behind. Cameron appears and sees Jack and I making out. He looks sad. Like he's going to cry.

For awhile, he stand there. Till he stumbles away. For a few seconds, there's nothing. Then it shows Cameron, leaned up against a wall. He starts yelling.

"I LOVE YOU BETHANY! BETHANY I LOVE YOU!"

Then, he falls to the ground. People start screaming.

Then, it ended. Just like that.

He loves me? No. He was just drunk. He doesn't love me. How could somebody love me?

He doesn't love me.

I sit there and think that over and over again. I can't help but feel like crying.

He doesn't love me.

He won't.

He never will.