"How do you run these without passing out?"

I whispered, my breathing catching in my throat as I slapped my hands against my knees. Cam was laughing, looking as if he could run a whole other mile without sounding like an elephant struggling to breathe.

"A master shall never reveal his secrets." He teased. I frowned, shaking my head as I stood back up to face him.

"I think it's a magician shall never reveal his secrets, idiot." I responded, starting to pick up my pace again so Mr. Rayland didn't catch me and make me run the entire thing again.

"Fine, I'll tell you." He slowed down, but even with his slower pace, he was still a few feet ahead of me. I guess that's what I got for having a tall and lanky best friend, his strides were always twice the length of mine.

"I keep myself distracted so I'm not so focused on running," He paused, nodding toward one of the girls in our glass across the field, "by staring at girls boobs. You know, watching them bounce as they run. It always distracts me and keeps me moving because I know I'll be able to talk to them once I'm done." He explained, earning a disgusted, but understanding, look out of me.

"Because that's not creepy at all." I shuddered.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"Do you just walk up and go, "Hey, I was watching you run and thought you had a nice rack, want to go out sometime?" I had to force myself to start running again to catch up with Cam, waiting for his response.

"You make me sound like some sort of sexist pig, Blake." He shook his head, "I wait until the first date to tell them that." He winked before taking off and finishing his final lap. I slowed down, watching after him with a small smile.

"Is something funny, Ms. Hart?" Mr. Rayland barked, "Because if you don't pick up your pace, I'll let you have you laugh at your own jokes while you run the laps again." I fought the urge to roll my eyes and started running again, catching Cam laughing on the bleachers as I passed by.

*

"Mr. Rayland is an ass." I grumbled, kicking my feet on to my desk as I watched the boring History biography that I pretty much knew everything about, from the back of the room.

"You don't even know the half of it." Ray said with a crooked grin, "Try being on one of the teams, I'm sure he exercises them into the ground." I laughed, shaking my head at his response.

"I feel bad for his wife. Imagine how demanding he is at home, and in bed." Someone else piped in from a few desks away. We all laughed, finally catching the teacher's attention. He fixed the thicked rimmed glasses that had fallen askew on his nose and looked right at me.

"One more word and you'll be getting another detention, Ms. Hart. Are we clear?" I sighed, feeling a little guilt starting to creep up on me, but I pushed it down before it could grow any bigger.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

*

I stood in front of my mirror for more than two hours trying to choose between two dresses or just a normal outfit.

It would have been easier if Shay was here to put her two cents in, but I couldn't talk to her, not yet. I was still trying to figure out this whole "bad girl" thing and I knew that if I talked to her, she would be able to convince me to break this whole bet with Cam.

"The royal blue one." My best friend's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, yanking me by the hair back into reality.

He was on my balcony, cleaning his glasses with the bottom of his shirt.

"Why?" I responded, setting my other dress down and putting the blue dress over my body so I could see how it looked.

"Because Jake is dragging you along to Mom's stupid dinner party as his plus one." He threw himself on to my bed, laughing when he saw the look on my face, "Plus the black dress is too short and slutty." I shook my head and nodded, heading for the bathroom.

"You're not going?" I asked, digging through my makeup bag.

"Nope. They're all pompous asses that rely on status. My mom included." I gave Cam a sad look before sighing and slipping into the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower and getting ready, I opened my door to find Cam hanging upside down off of my bed, reading one of our old journals.

We had made one every year up until high school. They hadn't really been about anything, just things in our lives, pictures Cam liked to draw, poems, songs, our dreams for our future.

They had stopped the first day of Freshman year. Cam and I had started to drift apart for the first time, had realized that we were on totally different sides of the social ladder. We stayed really close, we stayed best friends, but the journals became nothing more than distant, childhood memories.

"What are you doing?" I asked, laughing. He looked up from the book, his eyes widening when he saw me. Before either of us could say anything, he slid off my bed and landed on his head on the ground, groaning.

"Cam!" I gasped, darting toward him, "Are you okay?" I touched his cheeks, surprised when he started laughing.

"You're an idiot!" I grumbled, shoving his shoulder as I rose back to my feet, crossing my arms over my chest.

He stayed on the ground, stretching his legs out as he stared up at me with a goofy, lopsided smile.

"Who knew you cared so much about me?" He joked. I made sure he could see me roll my eyes, then spun around and went to grab my jean jacket and purse from my computer chair.

"How do I look?" I spun around, showing Cam every side of me. The smile started to fade from his face, his eyes still glistening.

"You look great, Blake." A grin broke out across my face.

"Thanks, Cammy." I checked my phone and sighed when I saw what time it was. When I looked back up, I found Cam's eyes still lingering on me. "Oh God, Cameron. Don't tell me your starting to fall for me!" I joked, but he didn't laugh as much as I did. He let his face scrunch up in disgust instead.

"That's gross, Blake. You're pretty much my little sister." I snorted, ruffling his hair on my way to the door.

"You're only three months older than me, Cam. Remember to let Mom know if you stay over so you don't give her a heart attack." I opened the door, waving over my shoulder, "Don't wait up for me!"

*

"I don't understand men and their ridiculous obsession with Axe." I said, unlocking my front door. Jake chuckled behind me, gently pushing me inside the dark living room so he could shut the door behind us.

"We like smelling good for our girls." He replied.

"Then just use a little cologne." I shrugged, laughing quietly, "And call me weird, but I kind of like mens natural smell. Without the actual body odor of course."

He cocked an eyebrow, helping me with my jacket before tossing it on to the coat rack in front of the door.

"I'll have to keep that in mind." He winked.

"Just don't use Axe, please. I have to smell it on Cam and Wes enough." I shuddered dramatically, a giggle escaping me before I could stop it.

"I should probably head back home, let my mom-"

"Can't you stay for a while?" I asked, lacing my fingers through his, "Your mom knows you're here and it's only ten." He shrugged.

"Let's go upstairs then, so we don't wake up yours." I nodded in agreement and led him up the stairs, surprised when I felt his arms slip around my waist and him pull me closer once we were in front of my bedroom door. He kissed me a second later, pushing me back against my door.

"Wait a second." I laughed, knowing that the little bit of alcohol Jake had handed me earlier was making me a little tipsy.

"I can't." Jake was laughing as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he deepened the kiss, opening my door and carrying me toward my bed.

He kicked the door shut behind him and laid me on my bed, tossing both of our shoes on to the ground.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, kissing me once more before letting his lips trail down my neck. I felt a moan building in my throat as he slid his hand behind me and started to unzip my dress. Just as he started to pull it down, my bathroom door opened and Cam walked into the room. I gasped, pulling my dress back up and hugging my blanket against my chest, my heart pounding against my chest. Cam's eyes looked ready to bulge out of his head, his mouth hanging open.

"What the hell, Cam?" Jake straightened out and glared at his younger brother, "Why are you in Blake's bathroom when she's not here?" Cam still looked like he was reeling in shock, he didn't even come close to looking like he was going to answer the question.

"I. . . what are you doing?" Cam choked out a few minutes later.

"Making out, obviously." I tried to joke, but my cheeks felt like they had been set on fire, my hands were shaking as I tried to pull the zipper back up on the back of my dress.

"You said you wouldn't do anything, Jacob." Cam turned his wide eyes to hid brother, "You told me you'd wait until she was eighteen." Jake shrugged, still glaring at Cam.

"She's close enough, Cameron. And it's not like her sex life concerns you."

"It does when she's clear fucking drunk, Jacob." I shook my head at my best friend, standing up and forgetting that my dress wasn't zipped for a second.

"I had like half a glass, Cam. I'm not drunk." I stated, "A little tipsy, but not drunk." He snorted, gesturing toward my dress as it started to slide down my arms.

"So you were going to have sex with him?" I shrugged.

"Come here, Blake." Cam grabbed my arm just as my dress slid down far enough for my bra to become visible. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and slid it over mine, then pulled my dress off beneath it.

"Go home, Jacob." Cam mumbled, rubbing his temples.

"Cam-"

"Go home!" This time Cameron yelled it. Jake blinked in surprise and walked out of the room, holding his hands up in surrender ad mumbling to himself as he jogged down the steps.

"Thank you." I croaked, burying my face against his chest. He seemed surprise, obviously not sure why I was thanking him.

"I love you, Blake." He kissed my forehead, "I wasn't going to let him take advantage of you and have you regret it in the morning." I nodded against his chest and shutting my eyes without another word.

***AN***

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