Chapter Twenty-Four

Cambry's POV:

"Peyton," I whisper loudly while he pulls me tighter against his body. As soon as my father left last night, he snuck into my bed, wrapped his arms around me, and kept me tightly against him.

"Five more minutes," He mumbles.

I know my parents are awake and I know that if my father sees Peyton in my bed, it's not going to end well.

"No," I tell him. "Peyton, you're going to get-" Before I could finish, he covered my mouth with his hand and kept sleeping. "Really?" I asked, but it was muffled since his hand stayed on my mouth. Fine. I think to myself.

Eventually, I got annoyed with him. I didn't want him to get in trouble, and I don't want his hand on my mouth anymore. I finally put my hands on his shoulders and put my knees on his legs before I used all of my power and pushed his fat ass off of my bed.

When I pushed him off, a loud bang sounded throughout my room and I began laughing really hard because his face when he looked at me looked so traumatized.