Camille had just looked at the clock, seeing it was 3 a.m. She's been cramming for the physics final she has this upcoming Monday. Well, that Monday, is now today,
Crap, I need to go to bed.
She said, pinching the bridge of her nose, and closed her notebook. It was slightly stuffy in her room. She hasn't left it since she got back Friday. Her Dad was in Vegas accepting an award, so she knew it'd be quiet. Compared to her dorm. Thursday night, she had caught her boyfriend, excuse me, ex-boyfriend, in bed with her dormmate. Camille just grabbed her things and acted unphased by what she saw. She looked at him unamused and walked out the door, leaving it wide open. Logan hopped out of bed, stumbling to put his briefs back on. A few girls passed by laughing at him and Stacy, who was trying to cover herself. He chased after her, still in his briefs.
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"Cami! Cami, wait! Nothing happened, well sorta, but not all the way." He muttered right beside her. Cami looked straight ahead, walking through the courtyard to the main street. "Cam, will you stop for a sec!" He snapped. She huffed and stopped giving him a piercing look. He had just realized he was only in his underwear. He glanced around, letting out an awkward laugh.
Cami widened her eyes and shook her head, motioning him to continue with his lame excuses. "Well?"
He cleared his throat. "It meant nothing. I was a little drunk; the guys and I had a few shots to celebrate the finals being over, and I came looking for you."
"Right, blame it on the alcohol excuse." She scoffed. "I don't have time for this." She rolled her eyes and continued to the main street, hailing a cap.
"See this! This is what I don't understand. I sleep with your dormmate, and you aren't even bothered. Any other girl would be fucken crying. It's like you don't even care." The cab had arrived, and Logan held the door closed as she tried to open it.
"Can you get out of my way?" She said in an emotionless tone.
"No, not until you get upset with me, yell at me, or smack me." She let go of the handle. The taxi driver exited the vehicle and opened the trunk for her bags. "Did you ever love me or feel anything for me?" Logan asked.
"Did you need me to handle this guy, miss?" asked the Taxi driver.
"Hey buddy, why don't you mind your business —" Logan looked at the man.
"I'm not your Buddy, kid." The taxi driver stepped forward.
"No, sir. I got this." She held her bags out for him, and he took them from her, scowling at Logan. She looked at Logan again. "I don't, Logan. I don't know how I feel about you." He took hold of her hands.
"Baby, look, we can fix this. You were just focused on school, so you never put out. Since it's over now, we can start over. I forgive you for neglecting me." He gave her a charming smile, but she never cared for it. He was brushing her hair behind her ear. She looked at him in disgust, removing her hands from his.
"Logan, don't flatter yourself. I didn't want you; you wanted me. I could've cared less about being with you. I just wanted you to stop your desperate, embarrassing attempts to Snatch me up. I know about your little bet with your friends about dating me, and Stacy wasn't the only one you cheated on me with. You only stuck around the next year because your parents loved how I looked on paper and were forcing the match between us. After all, I am the child they wish you were. Did you know your father offered me money and property after graduation to stick it out with you and join the family?" He stared at her, baffled.
"Don't worry, I rejected his offer. I was planning to dump you, so you made this much easier. Nice knowing you. Tell your parents I said hi." She smiled, walked pushed past him, and hopped into the cab. Logan turned around. "You're a fucken cold bitch!" He yelled, and the taxi moved forward. She just smiled, finding it somewhat entertaining. She didn't care what anyone thought of her or said; she didn't have friends and didn't have time. Since she was fifteen, she was homeschooled, excelled, and took on college courses along with her high school general education. Her father, seeing how great she was, pushed her further.
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Homeland
Fanfiction"Dad! Daddy, I got you. Stay with me." She grunted,lifting her father up like nothing. She rushed to the garage floor, looking around for the old arc reactor he had meant to throw away, but pepper gifted to him as a keepsake. She can feel him gettin...
