I was ten seconds from smacking the infuriating boy in front of me on the forehead. I didn't understand why he couldn't get what I was trying to tell him through his thick skull.

Cameron was really starting to piss me off.

I just spent over an hour explaining what happened when I found the letter in my mom's room and he spent twenty minutes of that time asking me if I was sure I didn't know anything.

"No, they never mentioned it to me." I snapped.

"Have you tried looking her up?" He yawned and then slumped further into the couch. I'm glad he was so underwhelmed by my story that I was boring him to sleep.

"No, that's why I came over here. I was hoping you could get me something. You are like connected and stuff." I shoved a pretzel in my mouth and began chewing. I was oddly ravenous and had eaten everything in Cam's pantry since I got here. I was down to tea bags and oyster crackers after this.

"Jessa, I could get in trouble."

"Come on, Cami. You owe me one." I shoved another pretzel in my already full cheeks.

"How do I owe you anything?" He asked.

"Motorcycle?" I raised my eyebrows, daring him to tell me no again.

His cheeks were bright pink as he looked down. I loved watching him blush when he thought about sex. Even his cute little dimple was strawberry colored.

"Fine, you win. I will need some time to get it. Stuff that old is in the archives. It may take a couple of days or so depending on where they stored it." He said, caving in to me.

"Take all the time you need." I loaded my mouth again with another handful of the crunchy goodness. I looked down and pouted when I realized the bag was empty. The only thing left if the bottom were the little dabs of salt that fell off the pretzels.

"Jess, do you want me to order a pizza? We can watch a movie or something." He suggested.

I nodded my head excitedly. I was hungry and I literally had nothing else to do tonight. Pizza and some TV didn't sound too bad.

Cam left the room to go grab his phone. When he came back, we fought for twenty minutes over which local pizza place to order from. I ended up winning and even made him agree to get the kind of toppings I wanted. Cameron gave into me a little too easy on that one. I secretly wanted to argue with him a little more; I hated when he gave me my way too quickly.

We sat in silence for the next half an hour, waiting for the pizza to be delivered. He jumped out of the chair to run to the door to get it. I felt like running away too. It was feeling pretty awkward in the room.

He brought back the steaming box and it smelled heavenly. He opened the lid and sat the box between us on the couch. I looked down and was salivating over the meaty greasy mess.

I didn't care about table manners and there was absolutely no time to waste. That pizza was going in my belly whether it wanted to or not.

I sat cross-legged on the couch and picked up a piece and ate it straight out of the box. Cameron followed my lead. Bite after bite, piece by piece; we worked our way through the pizza until there was only one slice left.

I looked at him greedily. I would chew off his arm if he tried to grab it.

"Just take it, Jessa." He sighed, giving me my way for the third time tonight.

Good boy.

I squealed as I lifted the piece to my mouth and danced. I was smiling and humming as I shoved the whole thing in without chewing.

"You do realize you just ate half a large pizza." He shook his head, amazed.

"And a whole bag of pretzels," I said with a full mouth.

"That too." He laughed, watching me do my happy food dance.

He closed the box and tossed it on the coffee table in front of us. He grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels relentlessly. I made him stop on one of the random singing shows on network TV.

He leaned back against the couch with his hands resting on his perfect stomach. I wanted to curl up into him like I would have done before everything changed. Even when we were just friends, I had gotten into the habit of cuddling up to him and would fall asleep on his chest as he stroked my hair. It was going to be hard to break the habits we had developed over the years.

"Jess," Cameron said in a pestering tone. He nudged my knee with his to get my attention.

"Yes, Cameron." I huffed.

I was trying to listen to the guy on TV butchering an indie rock song I loved. The audience was cheering for him like he was the best thing they had ever heard. I was so much better than that guy. Maybe I should audition for one of these shows.

"What kind of music do mummies listen to?" He smiled excitedly. I turned my head and looked at him dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

"Wrap music. They listen to wrap music." He grabbed his sides, laughing.

"Do you just sit there and practice being weird when you're alone?" I shook my head at him.

"One more, what kind of music are balloons afraid of?" He was way too excited over this one.

"I don't know, Cami. What kind?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Pop music."

"That was a terrible joke, Cheese Puff." I pulled the corner of my mouth into a small smile.

"So, we're back to Cheese Puff again?" He questioned.

"Well, you are very cheesy, sir."

"You are going to regret that." He said playfully.

"Am I now?" I challenged him back.

Bring it on, Cameron.

Cam dove at me and knocked me back on the couch. He fake wrestled with me a bit while I laid still laughing at him. He was making fake fight noises as he wiggled around on top of me.

He grabbed my hands and laced his fingers through mine. He brought them above my head and decided to try to pin me. I began trying to fight against him this time; I couldn't let him be victorious. He would never let me live it down.

"Submit to me, Miss Miller." He said when he was able to finally press my hands back into the couch above my head.

"I will never surrender to a snack food." I giggled back at him, trying to squirm away. I began to twist my body, trying to shift down to break free.

My shirt decided it wanted to stay right where it was. It was literally trying to take itself off of me as I struggled against him.

Cam's eyes began to darken when he noticed the bottom of my dark blue bra was visible just enough so he could see the bottom curve of my breasts.

His smile dropped and his breathing changed. He looked down to my lips and I saw his tongue dart out to wet his.

Cam wanted to kiss me.

He began to lean down and I shuffled out from underneath him. I stood up and pulled my shirt back down, pretending to be calm even though I was ready to combust on the inside.

"I think I need to leave," I said, rushing around collecting my things.

"Jess, you don't have to go. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just thought, I don't even know what I thought, honestly. I shouldn't have tried that." He said from the couch.

"I need time and I am really confused still, Cameron." I wrapped my arms around my body nervously.

I knew what Cam did when he got me to the center was for my own good, but I still was struggling with the fact that he could keep something like that from me. I wanted to trust him, but my heart was telling me to stay closed off so he couldn't hurt me again. I wished I could let it go and forgive him. I just couldn't find it in myself to do it.

"Don't leave because I'm an idiot. Come sit back down." He begged.

"I'm leaving because being here alone with you is a bad idea," I said, walking towards the door.

"What does that mean?" He looked completely offended.

"You are a bad idea."

Shit, that came out completely wrong. What was I even saying?

"You know what, Jess? I am sick of this crap back and forth with you. If you don't want this, then don't even bother calling me." He stood up from the couch and stomped off to his room.

"Cameron, wait," I called after him. "I didn't mean it."

He spun around on his heels and glared at me darkly.

"You said it. You wouldn't have if you weren't thinking it. Now get out of my house."

He slammed his bedroom door, leaving me standing alone in the living room.

What the hell was wrong with me?