Walk of Shame
Emmy's POV
My alarm sounds on and for a second, I think my ears will seriously start bleeding. I quickly grab my phone, turn the alarm off, and then throw it back down. I close my eyes again before realizing I am definitely not in my own bed or even my apartment for that matter. I sit up in a haze, noticing the throbbing pain in my head, and look around to see your average college boy’s room. Clothes thrown all over the place and a messy desk. I spot my clothes next to the bed and throw them on in a hurry before grabbing the rest of my things and running out the door.
Once outside, I become painfully aware that I have no idea where I am and whose room I was just in. I feel a hand on my shoulder and when I look up, I see Cameron. He’s significantly taller than me so I quite literally have to look up at him. I’m not insanely short or anything but he’s probably a whole foot taller than me. His eyes penetrating my soul making this whole situation even worse.
“Great, as if my morning couldn’t get any worse,” I sigh. “What are you doing here?”
“I think the better question is, what are you doing in Howard Hall?” he asks with a smirk.
I look around, realizing that I am, in fact, standing in the sophomore athlete’s dorm hall looking like I just got hit by a train. I haven’t actually seen myself yet, but I know my makeup HAS to be smeared all over my face and I don’t even want to think about how my hair looks.
“Hello? Earth to Emmy.” He snaps.
“Fuck.” I put my head in my hands and try to stop myself from finding a tall building to jump off of. I had a horrible day yesterday and that is probably what led me to the bar, which led me to a guy, which led me to here. I know better than to go out with my law friends. They really know how to party. What makes me want to die even more is that Cameron fucking Johnson had to find me doing my walk of shame. “Do me a favor and just go die, Johnson. Thanks.”
He laughs one of the evilest laughs I have ever heard. That is actually a dramatic statement, but I digress. “Rough night Williams?” He runs his hand through his hair. His brown hair slightly disheveled as if he did it on purpose. I roll my eyes. Dick.
“Fuck off Cam.” At this point, I have started walking down the hall, trying to figure out how the fuck I am going to get home because there’s no way I drove here. I barely remember last night. And of course, Cam is following me like my personal punishment from the Devil himself.
“Aw, and here I thought we were finally going to be friends,” he puts a hand to his heart as if he’s heart broken. Yeah right, Cam being heart broken? Now that would be a sight to see.
“Well, you thought wrong,” I reply with a straight face.
Seriously debating if I should just run into moving traffic or fake my death and run away. I know I probably sound like I am overreacting but I’m sort of not. The problem is, I’m a senior at this college. I’m 21 years old and I most likely just hooked up with some random 19-year-old athlete from the bar. This doesn’t sound that bad except for the fact that I don’t do things like this. Like ever. Seriously, I’m your average, well rounded and put together gal. I don’t do one-night stands and I don’t even drink that much.
It would have been less embarrassing if I didn’t get caught by my literal mortal enemy. Cameron Johnson has set out to make my life a living hell. We met one night during my sophomore year of college at a party thrown by the football team. Cam used to be on the team until he got injured and had to stop playing.
At this said party, my roommate and bestie, Fay Robinson was being hit on by some total piece of trash who didn’t understand the word “no”. If I wasn’t in the bathroom, that guy would have wished he was never born. Moving on, this little spitfire freshman threw her drink on the guy and had to literally be held back before she could inflict anymore damage. This crazy chick became our new bff/roommate and has been ever since. Her name is Riley Hernandez, and she is dating Jason Miller, Cameron’s best friend. The rest is pretty much history.
Why does Cam want to ruin my life? I don’t know, honestly. Maybe because I’m one of the few girls that doesn’t bow at his feet every time he walks into a room. Or maybe because he’s just a dick. The answer may never be known.
“Look, I don’t see your car out here and I’m pretty positive you didn’t drive here so let me just take you home.” I didn’t even realize we had made it to the parking lot. I spot his truck in the parking lot and silently decide that I will NOT get in that car.
“No thanks, I’d rather walk on my bare feet across hot coals than get in a car with you.” That’ll show him.
“Don’t be fucking stupid Emerella. Let me take you home or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and put you in my trunk.” I wince when I hear my full name. My mom named me Emerella because her name is Emily and growing up, her favorite princess was Cinderella. I guess she chose to just run with that name even though she was fully grown when she named me. I hate being called by my full name and he knows that.
Also, did I mention he was a grade A psychopath? Like, he’s really going to throw me in his trunk? What is he? Ted Bundy?
“Fuck you. You wouldn’t do that in front of all these people.” I look around, noticing there’s a few people in the parking lot.
Before I can react, I am being lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder. “PSYCHOPATH! What is your problem?!” I start to move around and hit his back so he will put me down, but he doesn’t even flinch. He’s a pretty strong guy, I’ll give him that.
“Will you behave?” He asks in a condescending tone.
“BITE. ME.” This really doesn’t help my situation. He opens his passenger door and throws me in his truck. He closes the door and walks around to the driver’s seat. Before I can get out and start running, he threatens to do it all over again if I try to leave.
“At least it’s not the trunk,” he says with a chuckle and starts the engine.
“I am perfectly capable of getting myself home, asshole. Why are you helping me anyway?” I look around again, pleased to see that no one is looking at us. They probably looked, realized it was Cam, and looked away to avoid an issue. God, he’s such a dick.
“Riles would kill me if I let you walk all the way home from here. She scares me more than you do.”
I just nod. He has a point. That girl is 5′2 and pure evil. He puts on some R&B and we head in the direction of my apartment.
Now, I know I sound like an ungrateful brat right now but Cam seriously is the worst. I mean, sure he’s helped me out a few times here and there but overall, he’s just an ass.
For example, I once was on a date and he happened to see me on this date and proceeded to come over with his friends and sit down with us. The entire time he just told embarrassing stories about me and was a condescending jerk. Completely sabotaged the date and had the audacity to tell me after that he helped me dodge a bullet because that guy was “popular with the ladies”. I mean the guy literally told me I should be thanking him. Tell me he’s not a narcissist.
He reaches to turn up the radio. “Any requests?” He asks while smirking at me. I hate him.
“I’d rather we not talk, thanks,” I roll my eyes and proceed to look out the window at the passing cars.
“Jeez, tough crowd,” he shrugs and we continue the rest of the ride without any conversation just like I asked. Perfect.
