The Player {c.d}

12- Stay the night

Avery

Cameron stepped towards us and pushed Taylor off of me.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from him.

"Cameron!" Taylor yells in annoyance.
"We were having a good time".

Cameron pulled me upstairs into a giant loft. Some people sat on sofas, making out with each other and other people played games.

Cameron pulled me into an empty bedroom.

"What in the world are you doing?!" He snaps, shutting the door behind us.

I sat on the bed and laughed historically.

Cameron glared at me like I was crazy.

"You don't just twerk on random guys!" He says.

I kept laughing. "But I was having fun!" I slurred.

Cameron put his arms in either side of my body.

"Look Avery". He begins. "You're drunk".

"Yeah. No shit Sherlock". I say.

I begin laughing again.

"If you keep acting like this. I'm taking you home".

I rolled my eyes. "You're not my dad". I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

He looks at me with a serious expression plastered on his face.

I pushed him off of me, and walked out of the room.

Why is he being so protective about me? I was just dancing.

I walked into the he loft, and seen a group of people playing a game.

I made my way over to them and sat down.

A familiar face looked up at me. Jack.

"Avery". He says, smirking. "Come play".

I shrugged, and sat down with the rest of them.

"What are we playing?" I asked.

Jack looks at me. "Truth or dare".

I never liked playing truth or dare, but since I was drunk, I didn't care.

"Okay". I say.

A few people went first, before it was my turn.

"Avery, truth or dare?" Asked a girl with short blonde hair.

"Dare". I say, challenging her.

She smirks, and looks around the group.

Jack, who sat next to her, leaned over and whispered in her ear.

She smirked, and nodded.

"I dare you to go into the room with Jack for ten minutes". She says.

Jack stands up, looking down at me.

I hesitated for a second, thinking weather or not if I should.

A dare's a dare.

I got up and followed Jack into a room.

He shut the wooden door behind him, and I heard the lock click.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, and backed up.

My legs hit the back of the bed frame, causing me to trip onto the bed.