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There she was, with some random girl, I think her name is Stephanie, on the dance floor. Stephanie was supposedly straight, considering how she had been with Carlos for a while, but right now she was dancing with another woman, my woman. Camille had her arms wrapped around her waist and was moving her hips in perfect time to the beat of the music. Every move she made oozed sex and grace at the same time. Her eyes were closed, she wasn't looking at Stephanie, but Stephanie was definitely looking at her with confused, yet lust-filled eyes. Camille had that affect on everyone. She was wearing a long, sky blue dress with a slit up one side all the way up to the middle of her thigh, showing off her perfect, long legs. Her hair was messily placed on top of her head and her eyes were smeared with black, drawing attention to her dark, full eyes. I watched her run her hands through that thick, glorious hair and grind her hips into Stephanie's. I couldn't help but grimace and felt myself turning red with anger and embarrassment but I couldn't remove my eyes from the scene in front of me. Subconsciously, I sipped at what had to have been atleast my 6th beer that night and stared at the two, bodies moving with the music. That should be me out there with her. I couldn't help but angrily think.

"Jo?" I snapped out of it and turned to the man who had seemed to appear from nowhere next to my side.

"Oh, hi, Jett. What do you want?"

"Would you like to dance?" he said and held his arm out for me and gave a little winked.

"For the hundredth time, Jett. I. Do. Not. Like. You. Even though Kendall and I broke up, I still do not want you. Just go away, okay?"

"Rawr! Someone's feisty tonight. What's up your ass? Come on, you can tell me, love."

I knew he was playing around, but tonight, my fuse was short and my head was pounding. "I'm fine, okay? Just leave me the fuck alone, Jett."

"Whatever. Peace." He stormed off. I watched him go and shook my head.

I turned my eyes back to the dance floor where I could now see Camille whispering something in Stephanie's ear that made her blush profusely.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to go confront her when I tripped over my own feet in the mess of people and tumbled to the ground. My knees broke the fall, but it still killed.

"Oh my God! Jo, are you okay? Here, grab my hand. I'll take you home." I looked up and saw Camille's face filled with fake concern and her hand in front of my face. I thought about taking it until I saw Stephanie standing behind her.

"Why? So you can take advantage of me? Fuck me and not be there when I wake up in the morning? Then act like nothing ever happened? Fuck that."

She looked as though I had slapped her. She retreated her hand, stood up and ran away.

"Wow, Jo! I didn't know you were gay. It all makes sense now though, how you'd be able to resist my amazingly good looks. Also, with the whole Kendall thing? You could've at least chose someone attractive to make it believable." Jett chuckled, appearing from nowhere once again.

"Fuck you, Jett."

"Whoa now, tiger." He chuckled again, and held out his hands in a "calm down" sort of way. "I already gave you that opportunity."

"I swear if you do not move in 3 seconds, I will pound your face in," a new voice said. I looked up and saw Kendall standing above me and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Hey bro, didn't you hear? Jo's a lesbo. She doesn't want you. I think you'd have learned that after she first broke up with you."

"I'm serious. I will mess up that pretty little face of yours if you don't leave NOW. Actually, all of you, go!"

"C'mere, Jo." Kendall said softly and picked her up bridle style.

I thought of fighting back but at this point, it was not an option. My vision was blurring completely and every thought I had became less and less coherent and my mind more fogged. Then blackness.