"Well, Jessa, you want to boogie down with me?" Ron asked sweetly as he held his hand out to me. I hesitantly placed my hand in his and looked back at Cam, who was happily ignoring me. Sucking down his beer was more important than acknowledging his best friend.

"Don't worry. I'll keep Nash busy while you two are gone." Kelly said, pushing her breasts against his side and running her hands through his hair.

I was ready to cry when he didn't move to push her away from him.

"Sure." I said, looking away from Cameron. I couldn't risk letting him see me get upset if he happened to actually look at me. He would think I was spiraling again. It would be embarrassing to admit that I was upset because he let me dance with another guy and was more interested in the girl he was sitting next to than the girl he came here with.

Ron wrapped his hand tightly around mine and started pulling me to my feet.

Ron lifted his arm over our heads and twirled me all the way out to the dance floor. My frown had changed to a smile by the time he sashayed us to the middle of the other couples dancing. Ron was a mood all by himself. His extreme goofiness was contagious. It was more than enough for me to try to quell the dark emotions trying to bubble up inside my head.

Ron spun me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me into him moving side to side. I was a little nervous at first, but my body took over. It started moving against him without asking my head's permission. I placed my hands on his and swayed against him, following his lead.

Within a few minutes, Patrice, Julian, Alexis, and Felix were all out there with us letting loose. Alexis was holding her bump like she was afraid the baby would fall out on the dance floor. She ended up conning Patrice and me into doing the pregnant lady dance with her. We had to look ridiculous to anyone who did not know what we were doing.

Patrice, Alexis, and I were laughing and talking in a circle while the boys were all dancing behind us. They were asking me a lot of questions about myself, which I was expertly trying to dodge. Only women tried to pry so deep into each other's lives like this when they first met you.

I wasn't used to being around a lot of females in general, to be honest. Most of the time, they hated me for the things they heard about me. I had gained a lot of notoriety in high school because of false accusations and whispers. Most of the rumors weren't true. At some point in time, I just got tired of fighting with them and began to shut myself off.

There was a particular instance when this girl who thought she was bad walked up to me in the hallway in front of everyone. She started calling me a whore. I just smiled at her as she ran through the list of every rumor she had ever heard about me. When she was finished, I laughed and told her that her Dad and two brothers gave me better dick than her boyfriend did. She slapped me across the face and ran down the hall, crying.

I had no remorse for what I said. She was being a bitch. The only thing I felt bad about was when Cam took me into the boy's bathroom afterward. He lectured me for over an hour about how I wasn't helping myself when I said those things. He told me I was feeding into the gossip. It was hard to pay attention to him in the small space. Behind him, written in sharpie on the bathroom stall, was a message that said, "Jessa Miller sucked my dick." Below it there were a hundred names of guys I didn't know, all claiming I went down on them. It was official; I had been branded as the school slut.

Ron was a little handsy by nature, which broke me out of my troubled memories. He slid his hands lower on my hips when I danced against him. He was keeping it strictly PG-13 on the dance floor, besides the wandering fingers, which was completely fine by me. There was no way I was going to go home with him. There was only one person I wanted to be with right now and it wasn't Ron.

I looked back up at the booth, searching for Cam. I caught him looking over at us sideways as Kelly leaned into him, whispering in his ear. She brushed her hand along his cheek and turned his head towards her. She was leaning in close with her mouth near his. She was trying to get him to kiss her. I wondered if they had been together before. Cam was single and no one owned him; he was free to do whatever or whoever he pleased. We were only friends. He said so himself only moments earlier. I had no claim on him. I tried to turn away, knowing I couldn't handle seeing him touch her.

"You good?" Ron whispered into my ear when he felt me tense up against his body.

"I'm fine." I called back to him and continued moving against him.

No matter how hard I fought it, my eyes kept traveling back to the table to see if Cameron was kissing her. He wasn't, but she still wasn't giving up. She was leaning into him while playing with his hair. He chugged down another beer while staring at our group, who were dancing like buffoons. Two beers became three, and three became four. Before I knew it, Cam had a whole collection of empty bottles in front of him. He had to be feeling good right now with the large amount of alcohol in his system.

The music slowed down and the DJ called all the love birds to the dance floor. When I looked back to the table, Kelly and Cam were gone. The booth was completely empty except for the empty bottles on the table. They must have gone off somewhere to be alone. My heart sank even though it had no right to. I had no hold on Cameron, but I wasn't used to not being the only girl in his life either. Coming here tonight was a horrible idea.

Ron grabbed my arm and pulled me in to slow dance with him. He placed his hands high up on my waist and started moving side to side to the beat. He began to lean into me and I froze. I didn't think I was sending him signals that I was interested in him.

"I think he likes you." Ron whispered into my ear. I gasped, looking down. Was he really talking about his penis?

"Not that, Jessa." Ron was laughing hysterically at me. "Well, ok. Full disclosure, he likes you too, but I meant Nash. He's been giving you sad puppy dog eyes all night."

"He doesn't think about me like that." I said on my tiptoes into his ear.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Ron smiled down at me.

I was about to get a little huffy with Ron when I felt a warm hand on the small of my back, touching the skin between the cutouts. I shivered under the warm fingertips pressing softly into my skin.

"My turn." Cam told Ron in a commanding voice.

"She's all yours." Ron broke out in a huge smile and practically pushed me into Cam. Cam wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close against him.

Cam placed his hands low on my back and leaned his forehead down, pressing it against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as tight as I could as he moved his hips against me.

"Did you miss me?" He whispered inches away from my mouth. I could smell the hops on his breath. I had to hold myself back from leaning in to taste him.

"Always." I whispered back.

His hands roamed lower until they were planted firmly below my tailbone. He slid his hands up and down over me as he did everything he could to pull me as tight to him as he could. I rolled my body towards his and saw his eyes grow darker as he looked down where I was working myself against him.

His eyes were rolling back into his head as I teased him slowly with my hips. I was completely sober but absolutely drunk from being this close to him.

"Come home with me." Cam's tongue darted out to lick his lips.

"I was planning on it." I said, smiling. "I stay over all the time."

"No, Jess, I meant I am going to take you home to have sex with you right now." Cam said a little too loudly. A couple of people turned to look our way and I dipped my head down, trying to hide from the stares. This was not the conversation I was expecting.

"Cami, you're a little drunk." I said with my head against his chest. "You wouldn't be saying this right now if you weren't."

"Let's make love tonight. You look so gorgeous when you're naked in my bed." He whisper-yelled into my ear, gaining more stares from the couples who passed us.

"Cameron. Stop." I said, trying to fight back the smile on my face.

I continued to grind against him as he held my ass in his hands. His eyes were blazing as he watched me press into him with every movement. He grabbed me and pushed into me harder and held me tightly against him.

"Jess." He stopped dancing and looked me dead in the eye. "Don't move."

I froze. We were enjoying ourselves, what the hell was going on?

"I have to tell you something extremely serious." He said with a completely deadpan expression on his face.

"What Cami?" I turned my head concerned that something was wrong.

"I have a huge boner right now." He yelled again, drawing laughter from around the dance floor.

I had to scratch my previous statement about him being a little drunk; Cameron Nash was extremely shitfaced and unbelievably horny. The role reversal was almost too hilarious for words. I was usually the one throwing myself at him. Now I had to be the grown-up tonight to keep him from doing something he would regret when he came to his senses.

"Let's get out of here." I said, backing away from his previously mentioned large erection and grabbed his hand.

"Now you're talking, darling." He said, leaning down like he was going to kiss me.

I pulled back before his drunken lips met mine. I pretended not to notice what he just tried. If he was going to kiss me, I didn't want him to do it just because he was drunk. I wanted the sweet, innocent, and overly cautious Cam back. I wanted the boy who overthought everything, the boy who was concerned about how I was feeling. That was the boy I wanted to give myself to, not this overly confident, pretend version of him.

I needed to get him home so he could sleep this off before we both would do something we regretted.