I should be ashamed, but I'm too busy laughing.

"Those vaginas aren't real! They can't be. And even if they are, they're still not something nice to look at. I can't even imagine what it would be like for you to see it, let alone touch it! TOUCH IT!" she scoffs. "I don't even want to touch my own. And believe me, I've thought about it." Her eyes are wide as she nods frantically. "Every night after these make out sessions we have... I want to touch myself. I really do. But all I can think about is floppy folds and random holes!"

My face falls. "Wait. What?" Shit's no longer funny. "You want to touch yourself?"

"Yes! All the time!"

I push her off me, shove my hands down my pants, adjust myself and take her home.

"It's not even curfew," she whisper yells as I push her out the door.

I drive home, faster than what's legal, run upstairs, lock my door, and... well... you can guess. The mental image of Lucy touching herself brings me to the point of explosion...yes, explosion, in less than a minute.

I call her as soon as I've cleaned up and don't bother lying about my actions. I tell her that I'm sorry for being vague, but not sorry for kicking her out, because if I didn't, something really, really bad could have happened. Or, something really, really fucking good.

In my goddamn Delorean.

Dammit.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

-CAMERON-

"I need to pee," Lucy whispers. She wanted to get out of the house and spend some alone time so I took her to the movies.

I peel my eyes off the screen and focus on her. "Babe, it's like the fifth time since the movie started."

"I know." She kisses me quickly. "I'll be quick."

She's gone less that a minute before her seat is taken by someone not her.

"Tess." I nod, my eyes never leaving the screen. "What's up?"

"Was that Lucy?" she says quietly.

I roll my eyes. Before Lucy came along, Tess was my go to. When we were at parties, we'd always end up together. It never went further than kissing, although one time we got close. I've heard she tells everyone about me. Logan told me she still wants something to happen, even though she knows I'm with Lucy. I'm thankful word hasn't gotten to Lucy yet. She's made it clear more than once that she doesn't like sharing. "You know it is. What do you want?"

She leans in closer, her cheap perfume invading my nostrils. "You've been together a while now, just thought you'd be done with her already. Honestly, I don't know what you see—"

"Shut up," I bite out and face her. "Don't talk shit about Lucy. Ever. And you better go before she gets back. She's gonna be pissed if she sees you in her seat."

She smiles. Like she's suddenly won a game I didn't know we were playing. "So she knows about me?"

"No," I huff out.

"She has no idea about our past?"

I sigh. "We have no past. We made out a couple times. That's all."

Her smile gets wider. "Then she has nothing to worry about, right?"

"Cameron?" Lucy's voice pulls my glare away from Tess.

I try to act cool, even though I'm already afraid of how the rest of the night will play out. "Hey babe."

Tess giggles. "I was just keeping your boyfriend company while you were gone. You know? Reminiscing on old times." Her eyes shut and she starts humming.

Lucy clears her throat.

I swallow my fear.

"Quit moaning like a dick deprived whore and get out of my seat." She crosses her arms and takes an intimidating step forward.

Tess leaves without a word.

Lucy reclaims her seat.

I fail at stifling my laugh.

"Shut it, Cam."

-LUCY-

"You don't think I know the shit she says about you two?"

"I don't know what you want me to say!"

We're both yelling on the drive home. It's our first shouting match, and to be honest, it's kind of liberating.

"You should have told me! I shouldn't have heard it from people at school!"

"There's nothing to tell!"

"She was your girl before me! I think that's something!"

"She wasn't my girl, Luce! I told you! There was no one before you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I exaggerate. "What I meant to say was she was your whore before me!"

"That's not fair! I told you I'd been with other girls. That wasn't a secret!"

"Screw you, Cam!"

His face falls.

And then he begins to laugh.

"What the hell is funny?"

He pulls the car over on the side of the road and faces me, his face contorted with his held in laughter.

And I lose it. "Screw you twice! In your ass! With a chainsaw!"

He all out laughs now—not even bothering to contain it.

I try to get out of the car but the stupid door takes forever to lift.

"Stop," he says, leaning over and closing the door before I can get out.

"I'm sorry," he begins, but another laugh bubbles out. He tries to stop it before he loses control. This happens a few more times while I sit with my arms crossed and wait for him to settle. "You're just so damn cute when you're angry. It's kind of one of the reasons I'm so in love with you."

I feel the tension leave my shoulders.

Sighing, he eyes our surroundings. "Come here." He pulls on my arm and helps me across so I'm seated on his lap. Moving the hair out of my eyes, he kisses my forehead once. "Luce, if I could erase my past and wipe out all the girls I've been with, I would, instantly. But even if I could, it wouldn't make a difference. You’re the only girl that's ever mattered to me. The only girl that will ever matter. If you want, I can write a list so you can walk through town and call them all whores. I'll hold your hand and we can do it together. But it won't change the fact that you and I—we're above all that. What we have is bigger than all of it. Forever, remember?"

***

He takes my hand as we climb my porch steps. "Are we good?" he asks.

"Yeah babe." His speech and the drive home helped to calm me down.

We stop at the top of the stairs when we see Dad sitting on the porch, an abundance of papers on the table in front of him. Some of them are scrunched up on the floor.

"Dad?"

His gaze lifts. "Hey kids, how was the movie?"

I pull on Cam's hand until we're standing next to him. Shrugging, I answer, "The book was better."

"What's this?" Cam says, his eyes frantically scanning the papers on the table.

"It's the cause of all my problems, Cameron," Dad sighs.

Cam pulls out a chair and takes a seat, his eyes never leaving the spread of papers. He picks one and brings it closer to him. I've been around Dad's work enough to know that they're development plans.

"Coffee?" I ask them.

"Yes please." They both answer.

When I come back out with their coffees, they haven't moved. I doubt they've even spoken.

I take a seat next to Cam and watch him. His brows are drawn in concentration. His lips are pressed tight but his eyes—his eyes are everywhere, taking everything in. I turn my attention to Dad, who's doing the exact same thing. "What's the problem?"