I wrote this the summer after my freshman year (the horror), so it's probably super terrible. I do not recommend reading it. But if you do, don't say you haven't been warned. Inspired by "Want U Back" by Cher Lloyd. 

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Karma: Chapter One 

“What are you doing, Audrey?”

I felt a smile smile forming on my face as I pushed Josh, my handpicked fling, away from me. Josh sent me a puzzled look, but I looked past his shoulder and stared into Cam’s green, hurt-filled eyes. “I don’t know what your problem is, Josh. I’ve already told you that I had a boyfriend.” I waltzed over to Cam and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Why would I want you when I have this beautiful boy?”

Cam looked at me, disgusted and confused, and shrugged my grip off of him. “You didn’t seem to think that before,” he spat crossly.

I placed my hands gently on his arm, looking into his eyes. “You know you’re the only one for me, baby.”

He snorted. “Cut the innocent act, Audrey. I saw you practically having sex with him on the table. If you’re going to cheat on me, at least have the courtesy and class to not do it in public. There are innocent eyes.” Cam was always considerate, which was one of the many qualities I loved about him. “You know what? I’m starting to think that you’re only using me for your own convenience. You always say that you’re going to change, but you never do.”

“It’s only to make our relation—”

“—ship stronger,” he finished bitterly. “I know. You’ve used that excuse about a billion times already.”

“It’s not an excuse. I want to make sure we can withstand anything.”

“Haven’t I passed this stupid test of yours? We’ve been dating for five years.”

“And counting. It’s not a test, Cam. If it was, you’d pass with flying colors. Josh means nothing to me. I love you and no one else.”

“People in love don’t do these things.”

“Love makes people do crazy things?”

He laughed humorlessly. “If he really meant nothing to you, then why did you choose to screw him each time? What is this, the fifth time I’ve caught you two together? I bet every time I look away you two are at it like bunnies in heat.”

Anna was right. He was most definitely jealous, which meant that my plan was working to perfection. I felt like our relationship was going over to the boring side and decided that we needed to spice things up. While I hated to see him hurt like this, what I said earlier was true. If we could survive my infidelity, then would could survive anything. I didn’t cheat behind his back. I cheated in front of him where I knew he could see me. I admit, it’s a little messed up, but I needed to know that we were going to last. Besides, it was entertaining and a bit of turn-on to see him jealous and riled up. The adrenaline and the thrill of cheating on him was a euphoric feeling that could not be mimicked, but the make-up sex that followed was mind-blowing. It was angry, passionate, powerful, and filled with both lust and love.

"I don't understand why we even get back together if you just cheat on me."

"Because we love each other," I replied simply.

"But I'm not good enough for you, right?"

"You're absolutely perfect."

And he was. He was the poster guy for the ideal boyfriend. He had my father's approval, he took me out on romantic dates, gave me flowers, had a great personality, was gorgeous, and unlike me, never cheated or looked at another girl.

"Then why are you choosing him over me?"

"I'll always choose you, Cam."

"Apparently not. It's because I don't satisfy you, isn't it?"

Of course you do, I wanted to shout. Cam was the best in bed. "You're right," I agreed nonchalantly. "You just don't do it for me anymore. I think we should break up."

Cam's face turned a scary shade of red and he cupped my face and kissed the life out of me. His domination made the butterflies flutter out of control and I felt a familiar throbbing down there. I could feel the anger and betrayal on his lips, as if we was getting all of his frustration out. It was hot, steamy, and I savored every second of it. This kind of kiss only happened when he was insanely green with envy, hence another reason I cheated.

"Your place?" I panted, running my hands through his soft, dark blonde hair.

"I don't think so. I don't do it for you, remember?"

"I lied!" I cried desperately. I didn't even care if we did right then and now, I needed him.

"Sorry Audrey. If you want it so bad, just ask Josh. I'm sure he'll be willing."

"Isn't that why we're fighting? Because of Josh?"

"We're fighting because you cheated on me yet again!"

"I just wish you'd trust me! If you're going to be all jealous, then maybe we should just break up!"

"I did just trust you! You just kept wearing it thinner and thinner until there was none left! Fine, we'll break up. Goodbye Audrey, have a nice life."

He walked away without another word, leaving me shell-shocked and my jaw on the ground. I contemplated running after him, but decided that I would look desperate. But what I couldn't believe was the fact that he just turned down sex with me. He never turned me down, no matter how angry he was. He was really mad at me this time, and that got me a little more excited. It had been hard to reject me, I'm sure of it. There was no denying the lust in both of our eyes.

I'd give him time to call and beg for me to take him back. He always did. We've done this so many times, it was tiresome. Why we do this so many times? I really don't know. It's just us.

"I really mean nothing to you?"

I turned around to see Josh casually leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. "Don't tell me your hurt," I snapped. "We both agreed to sex. No emotions."

He held his hands up in defense. "Okay, fine, you're right. Just joking."

"You better be." I folded my hands across my chest and muttered, "Take me home."

I was a bit peeved that he rejected me. Just because I broke up with him didn't mean that we couldn't have sex. He had me all worked up and couldn't even finish the deed. What a jerk. But he was my jerk.

I climbed out of Josh's Mustang, not bothering to thank him. I heard the door slam and saw Josh getting out of his car. What was he doing? Walking me to the door? No, that's not it. I hope he wasn't expecting me to sleep with him again. Was he that desperate? It's one thing to sleep with a girl in a committed relationship; that just made you a player. But to be a rebound was something else; pathetic.

"Um...Josh? What are you doing?"

He attempted a seductive look, to which he failed miserably. I wanted to laugh, but decided that would be too rude. "I think you know," he growled, stalking closer to me.

"I just broke up with my boyfriend."

I strutted up my porch and he pulled me so I was against him. "I can help you get over him."

"I don't want to get over him!"

"It's not healthy to keep having this on and off relationship!"

I didn't expect anyone to understand our relationship. Hell, even I didn't understand it. I didn't question it though. We were the lucky ones. We've been together since the seventh grade and now it was our senior year.

"What do you know?" I shouted.

"You need me," Josh declared, pushing me against the white siding of my house, "inside of you."

As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I hated that, being wrong. It was one of the worst feelings in the world. It was like walking the walk of shame. I needed someone to fulfill my womanly needs, and if Cam wasn't going to do it, Josh was willing to. I never really understood why he didn't sleep and date other girls and just sat on the backburner for me. I think it's because I couldn't become attached to him like all the other girls.

I led Josh up to my bedroom and made him scream like a little girl.

The next couple of days dragged on without Cam by my side. School was lonely and quiet, except for the occasional classes I had with Anna. I was itching to just go up to Cam and apologize to him, but I had to keep reminding myself that it would all be worth it in the end. Anna instructed me to keep going on like I didn't care about the fact that we broke up, when in reality, I would've been on my knees.

I was getting frustrated. Cam usually would've come back to me by now. I went against Anna's orders and went to see Cam. I needed my boyfriend back.

I opened the door to Cam's house, not even bothering to knock. His parents were workaholics and were rarely home. Cam even gave me a key to the place-that's how serious we are.

"Cam?" I hollered, slamming the door shut.

No answer. I frowned. Where could he be? He didn't have basketball practice or anything. Maybe they had a spontaneous one? Nah, Coach was a stickler for schedules. I roamed around the house, first searching his bedroom. That's where he spent most of his time. As soon as I walked into it, the smell of sex hit me like a frying pan. It was fresh. His bed was unmade, which was unusual because he was a neat freak and made it every morning.

Anger bubbled up inside of me. He slept with another girl in our sacred spot! How dare he let some bimbo have her way with him here!? I let out my fury by punching my fists into his bed. Calming down, I looked around the room. Something was off, it was different. All traces of me were gone. The picture frames of us, my perfume on his dresser, all gone. I dashed over to my drawer in his desk. It was empty. Well played, Cam, well played. Sitting in the corner of his room was a cardboard box labeled Audrey. Ah, so that's where he put all of my stuff.

The door swung open and in came a shirtless Cam and a half naked Barbie. He gently lowered her onto the bed, lust crazy in his eyes. Jealousy and rage inflamed in me. My hands balled into fists and I was shooting daggers at the blonde. I couldn't see her face, but I was bet it was the work of plastic surgery.

I stood up and marched over there, pushing Cameron off of her. I slapped him hard across the face, looking him square in the eye. "What do you think you're doing? Why are you cheating on me?"

He shook away his initial shock of seeing me before sputtering, "What are you doing here?"

"Stop avoiding the question and answer me!"

"I'm not cheating on you. You broke up with me, remember?"

Was he seriously playing that card? "Ugh, it wasn't real!"

"Sounded pretty real to me."

"Cam, this is what we do! We break up and make up. We don't date other people!"

"But we can sleep with them," he pointed out. "Doesn't feel so good, does it?"

No, it didn't. It broke my little heart when I saw them. Is this how Cam felt when he saw me with all the other guys?

"We're not getting back together, Audrey. I'm done with this emotional rollercoaster."

"But it's love-"

"Having your heart ripped out every other day is love? If it is, I don't want to be in love."

"Love isn't some fairytale, Cam. Of course it'll have ups and down, it's apart of life.But isn't it all worth it at the end of the day? Aren't I worth it?" My voice was no longer loud and demanding, no it was a small, scared whimper.

At that moment, I was terrified. I'd never seen Cam this angry before, not even when I accidentally deleted his winning essay for a scholarship. And this time, I knew that he truly didn't want me back. If he ever gave me another chance, I wouldn't cheat on him. It hurt too much, I hurt him too much.

"It's too much, Audrey. I can't take it anymore. You're not worth the tears, the heartache, me blubbering like a girl, you're not worth it."

Seeing him with another girl hurt. Him rejecting me hurt. Hearing it out his mouth and knowing he meant it? It shattered my heart and put tears in my eyes. He was right, like always. I wasn't enough for this perfect boy, and he finally realized it.

"I may not be worth it, but we are," I shouted through tears. "No one can love you the way I can. No one knows you like I do. No one has a love like ours. So don't tell me we're not worth it, because we are. And you'll see that eventually. You'll see Cameron Lee Wright, you'll see. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you'll see that we were made for each other. Who else is going to put up with your spontaneous nightly visits? Who else is going to eat chili lime popcorn with you, even when no one likes it? Who's going to be there when you cry like a baby when you watch Marley and Me with a box of Kleenex and a king sized Twix? Who's going to make sure that the food you eat doesn't have nuts? Who's going to listen to you drone on and on about Harry Potter? Who's going to make magic with you in the bedroom? Hm? Any other girl isn't going to be able to understand your weird obsession with Pokemon. But I will. You want to know why? Because you just stole my heart and soul out from under me and won't give it back!"

"You want it back? Here." He gripped the air around his heart and shoved it in my face. "Happy?"

"No, I'm not happy. And just because you metaphorically gave it back, doesn't mean you actually did. Why do you have to be so difficult, Cameron? I forgive you for sleeping with the Barbie, it's all forgotten."

"You know what? I don't want your forgiveness or us back. I'm happier now. I can sleep with whoever I please. I don't have to turn away the girls camping out on my doorstep now."

"You don't mean that."

"I do mean it. Now leave. Julia and I were in the middle of something before you rudely interrupted."

Did he just say what I think he said? Julia Pipers has been my worst enemy since the first grade when I stole her crayons. It's pretty clichéd. She's the school cheerleader who's been after my boyfriend from who knows how long. Her legs are spread for everyone, even the nerds with too much acne to count.

"Julia? You're sleeping with Julia? You're just doing it to make me mad," I decided.

"I'm sleeping with her because I like her."

"Liar!" I shrieked. He couldn't like Julia. No one liked Julia.

"Is it so wrong to like someone that isn't you?"

"For you it is!"

"Just leave," Julia sneered. "He doesn't want you anymore. He went on to bigger and better things."

"I don't know about better, but you're definitely bigger," I retorted, eying her fat thighs.

She gasped and made a 'hmmph' noise. "Just get rid of her, Cami. Then we can continue what we were doing..."

Cami? What kind of nickname was that? "You're not going to continue anything."

"Face it, Audrey. You lost, I won."

"You're not right for him."

"And you are? Now come on boyfriend, she'll leave eventually. I don't have her pinned for someone who is an observer...but who knows? Maybe she's kinky like that."

"Boyfriend? You're dating?"

A hint of guilt crossed Cam's face. "I asked her out yesterday."

My heart started to ache even more and my breathing was shallower. Cam stood there with a poker face while Julia had a wide smirk on her face, stating that she was the champion in this game.

"I see..."

"I think you should leave," Cam said quietly, interrupting the tense silence.

I stepped closer to Cam, gazing into his forest green eyes. Our noses barely touched and our breaths mixed together. "You don't mean that," I whispered, so Julia couldn't hear.

He gulped and took a step back. "Yes, I do. We're done, Audrey."

I sighed and gave up. There was no use in trying anymore. I just needed to face the facts that we were done. "If that's what you want..." I trailed, giving him another chance to take me back.

"I'm sure," he stated firmly.

"Okay, bye Cam. See you around."

I left before the tears and what ever dignity I had left fell. I whipped my phone out and dialed the number I didn't think I'd ever have to call.