Beating Him At His Own Game

Chapter 8: Not Right

"Lord Cami, what have you gotten yourself into?" He asked after I finished venting how I felt. Him and Jas are the only ones I would trust with telling this kind of stuff to. I don't normally share my feelings with most people.

"I don't know. But I know I can't get out now. And I definitely don't want to."

"This isn't going to end well.. For either of you..."

"What? You think I'll get heart broken?"

"I think you'll both just wind up hurting each other. You guys are going to get caught up in your little game not realizing that winning isn't worth getting hurt and hurting the one you care about over..."

"But I don't care about him!" I'll admit that statement may have came off a bit defensive.

"Stop lying to yourself Cami yes you do. And he does about you too. I literally saw it when he came over earlier and the way you guys spoke to each other and the chemistry you two had. Me and Jas spoke about it too when we went upstairs while you guys were sucking each other's faces off by the front door."

I blushed at the memory of what happened earlier and put my face in my hands.

"Are you hungry? I'm hungry. I'm gonna make us something to eat." I said, walking to the kitchen.

I know my way of trying to drop the subject was obvious to Erin, but he went along with it anyway, probably because he knew it was better to not continue on with this topic. "Cool, I'll be in your room sniffing stuff." He said. I wonder about my best friend sometimes.

"That's really weird!" I half shouted as he went up the stairs.

*Derek's POV*

Her lips were on mine, her hands exploring my torso and mine on her narrow hips but I still couldn't get a certain dyed- redhead out of my mind. I broke off the kiss, partly for air and partly because kissing Allie just didn't feel right.

I looked down at her, in her blue eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow and mascara. Even with the makeup she still wasn't as beautiful as Camille natural. My name escaped her lips in a gasp and it didn't sound right coming from her.

She leaned in for another kiss and I dodged it but quickly saved myself by dipping my head down to leave a few kisses on her neck. I walked backwards until we reached the edge of my bed and sat down. She straddled my lap and pushed my torso all the way down, leaning in for a kiss again and actually getting it this time.

Still, I felt nothing. This kiss didn't even excite me like Cami's do.

I felt hands reach for the bottom of my shirt and I tried to imagine they were Camille's instead of Allie's.

I tried to imagine the redhead was on top of me instead of the fake blonde that was. I continued trying as I slid my hands downward but her body didn't feel right, her kiss didn't feel right, none of this did. I reached down to grab her butt, and my fingers just met bone and thin air.

That definitely didn't feel right.

Oh crap. Who am I kidding? Allie can never compare to Cami, no girl can.

I pushed the girl on top of me slightly until she got the hint and broke off the kiss. "What's wrong babe?" She asked in a breathy voice when she pulled away.

The pet name slightly annoyed me but I ignored it. "Uhmmm..." I responded, not sure what to say.

"Are you okay?" She asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

"Uh, yeah I guess.. I'm just not feeling it right now Al." I said as blunt as I could.

And of course she got offended. "What the hell do you mean you're not feeling it? Do you not see this?" She gestured down her body, which I'll admit was pretty nice, but still nothing compared to Camille's.