AMELIA
The jerk lied to hurt me. What's wrong with him, saying all those improper things to me about Malia? How disgusting can he be?
"And I think we should have some ground rules and girl's codes, okay?" Malia mumbles into my hair, and I laugh, my voice hoarse. "Okay?"
"I can't think of anything on my mind right now, but I am sure number one should be; no sleeping with each other's enemy." I let out.
"Should I guess? I'm the enemy?"
Hearing the voice behind me, I instantly pull out of the embrace, looking to my side. Cam is seated next to me, dressed freshly neat, his hair, although not neat, is flawless on his head. Why does he have to look good always?
He winks at me, and his hand comes under my chin... no, my bottom lip. It's when he closes my mouth that I realize I was gaping
