Sitting on the bleachers, I stared at the football field. Waiting for Leo to be done with practice because I had something important to talk to him about.

It's rather sad that my attention was on Cam the entire time I sat there.

This past week has been... weird, to say the least.

It all started when Can proposed to be friends, all things considered.

We had spent no more than half-an-hour at the ice-cream parlour. We bought ice-cream, Cam caught up with his friends who were there as well, then we left.

It was when we reached home things got a little... wierd.

Stepping into the drive way, I turned to face him. 

"Thanks, for today," I said in a low voice, looking down. I was thanking him for more than coming to the hospital with me, for looking out for me. Though I didn't tell that to him. I didn't need to add fuel to his already big head.

Giving him one last smile, I turned to leave, when he caught my hand and pulled me into him. Arms circling around my waist and shoulder. Confused by his sudden behaviour, I looked at him in question. 

"Cameron?"

He let go of me, though remained standing excaptionally close that I took a step back - for personal space. Tilting my head, I waited for an explanation.

"So... what do you say about making this an official date?" he asked, smiling cockily and spreading his arms out, inviting me for another hug.

I raised my eyebrow, with a dilemma going on in my head. I wasn't so sure if he was playing a joke on me or not. Then again what was he playing at? 

Instead of answering him I took the safe route and joke it off. 

"That's what you call a date? In that case it isn't any wonder that no girl sticks around for another round."

I couldn't help giggling at his raised eyebrow, looking downright shocked by my words. Serves him right for always joking that I had a crush on him. Of all people to have a crush on.

"That was the most. Boringest. Date. Of. My. Life," I added, exaggerating the last five words, and adding air quotes to add effect.

Cam looked thoughtful for a moment before he stepped right back into the space I had seperated between us. Hands wrapping around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. Smirk playing at his lips in full swing. Hooking a finger under my chin, he lifted my face, bending his head until he touch his forehead to mine. Eyes boring into mine with a heated intensity that rendered me motionless.

"Well, why don't I make it better and you be the judge?" he asked, his fingers leaving my chin to trail over my cheek then down my neck to tangle in my hair. Leaving a trail of sparks in the process might I add. 

My breath hitched slightly and a very involantarily sigh escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered close.

I might have mentioned this before, I loved it when anyone stoke's my hair - especially when they did it so softly and gently like Cam was - that my mind goes so blank and I don't think of what I do or say. It was a great way to get the truth out of me,cl because I'd answer just about anything if anyone stokes my hair. 

My thudding heart was an entirely different matter. That was all due to what Cam was making me feel. It didn't exactly speed up because of his hand in my hair.

Oh No! It definitly didn't increase in speed for that. It sped up because I knew what he was going to do - yes I knew what his intentions were. I'd be outright lying if I say it didn't thrill me. 

I wanted him to do it. 

The thought of his lips pressing against mine sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I admit my thinking might have be all over the place caused by his close - who an I kidding? my body was practically sticked to his - proxcimity. The hand he had in my hair wasn't helping any. Or I swear I would not have thought that. About Cam none-the-less.

Thank god I got a hold of my all-over-the-place emotions before he actually kissed me. 

I pushed him off saying "Don't get your head too high. You're not kissing me."

Stepping away from him yet again, I crossed my hands over my heart. I didn't like how disappointed I felt at having stopped him. I didn't want him to kiss me. I couldn't want  it.

His evil sounding laugh pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a playfully mischievous spark in his eyes. 

"I'm so gonna make sure you come begging me for kisses now," he said rubbing his hands together.

I gave him a sweet smile before taking off running. I didn't even get halfway across the lawn when I was tackled down to the grass. Camp's heavy weight hovered over me as I spat out grass, squirming around to face him.

"I'm not a football, nor do I play it so please don't treat me as such," I winced shutting my eyes tight. Damn him for being so heavy, I couldn't even wiggle out from under him.

He laughed without any humour. 

"Good try, but your not getting away that eaisily. I'm officially gonna make sure you come begging me for more."

For words that should sound sweet, he said it with too much of a threat.

So why did it make my heart race? A burning desire to see how far he'd take his treat? Didn't make any sence at all.

"Not fair!" I cried still trying my best to squirm out from beneath him. He merely chuckled at my effort, doing nothing more than sit on me to pin me in place.

I'll admit. I was curious to find out what his lips would taste like.

Would it taste like the ice-cream he just had? Caramel and coffee? Or would his lips have a distinct taste that was purely Cam? Would they feel as sort as they look against mine? Or would they be rougher? Chapped?

My betraying thoughts aside. I wasn't about to give into this feeling. Not without fighting tooth and nail to protect my heart from breaking again.

I refused to fall into that trap again.

He didn't respond, only learned over me.

Closing my eyes tight, I craned my neck as far as I could, pushing on his chest to keep him away. Not that it did me any good, it felt like I was pressing against a brick wall.

His minty breath fanned against my face.

My heart thud against my ribcage in anticipation while I scrunched my face in displeasure. I held my breath, biting on my lip to keep it from parting in invitation.

My eyes flew open on surprise when his lips finally touched, not my lips, but rather my cheek.

I froze in place, blinking up at the sky because...

He kissed my cheek right?

His weight (and heat) left my body the moment I felt his lips against my cheek. His body rolling off me to lay by my side. Shaking with his laughter.

I couldn't say if it was disappointment that kept me in place, or shock. Shock that he really hadn't kissed me.

Let me be honest, I never thought him to be the type to care about personal boundaries. It was not an unfair judgement on my part. He had done this to Carly. 

In front of the whole school.

Is that not why she gets teased if she so much as looks his way? 

Which is why I didn't understand what had stopped him this time. And this wasn't my curiosity or disappointment speaking. 

"You should've seen the look on your face!"

He hollered, rolling around with laughter while I stared at him. I just couldn't figure this boy out.

One moment he was the biggest jerk I've ever met, the next a caring sweetheart. Then he went back to being a jerk. And back to being a sweetheart.

Seeing the blank look I was giving him, he sobered up quickly enough.

Clearing his throat he sat up, looking at the sky for a log moment before turning back down to face me. A genuinely sweet smile filling out his lips.

"So... friends?" he asked, holding his hand out. 

It was so out-of-the-blue that I blinked back at him, processing what he said too slowly. 

He rubbed at his neck as he awaited my answer. Hand still held out, but dropping his gaze to the ground.

I still had no idea what was going on, but I didn't give it much thought before accepting his offered hand.

"Friends," I agreed, using his hand to pull myself to a sitting position as well.

It's been a week and I still can't believe that hadn't been a fever dream.

I mean, this is Cameron Striker we are talking about. School heartthrob, star quarterback, bad boy extraordinaire. The guy that was prone to go after the preppy cheerleader rather than make friends with someone he wanted a serious committed relationship with.

It wasn't necessarily his attention that unnerved me so.

It was my feelings to his advances that did.

How much I had liked the weight of his body pressing me down on to the grass. The want to know what his lips on mine would taste like. Would it taste like the caramel, coffee ice-cream he had? Or would his lips have a distinct taste that was purely Cameron? Would they be soft? Smooth? Chapped?

He reminded me too much of Mark for me to ever let go and free-fall into a pit I know would only shatter my heart.

A loud whistle broke me out of my wandering thoughts. Looking back at the field in time to see coach dismiss the boys.

Gathering my stuff, I raced towards Cam and Leo, hoping to catch up with them before they disappeared into the showers. My mad dash, paired with my screaming for Leo earned me some weird looks.

Not like I paid them any mind.

Just the ones Leo and Cam shot my way.

"Sydney? What's wrong?" Cameron questioned, worry flickering with amusement in his eyes.

Technically, it wasn't Cam I wanted to talk to, but Leo was looking at me expectantly as well. Waiting for me to answer his best friends question.

Why ask something Cam already had?

Avoiding meeting his eyes, using my huffing and puffing as an excuse to stare at the ground.

“Nothing's wrong,” I breathed as I caught my breath. “Mina didn’t come to school for like a week. I just wanted make sure she's alright. Oh and to give you the notes I took for her.”

Both Cam and Leo looked at me like I had grown another head. Doing nothing to hide their flabbergasted expressions.

"You... stayed all this time just for that?" Leo questioned. He sounded both like he wanted to believe me at the same time like he couldn't believe me.

Which, in all honesty, 'huh?'

Isn't that what friends were for? How could I possibly not be worried about Mina?

Sure, we had no idea what her sickness was all about, and we respected that it wasn't something easy for her to talk about. So we had never asked. didn't mean that we couldn't worry when she had been MIA for a whole week. Also, if it weren't for Cam's presence, Carly would have been right here with me.

"Oh, um-" Leo shot Cam a helpless look, but the idiot was too busy looking at me all weird to help his friend out. "She's much better now, but her doctor has asked her to take more rest. She might be back in school around next week."

I nodded my head, tempted to ask what she was ill with. It was only that he hadn't been very forthcoming with information that made me keep mum. I didn't want to pry.

"Guess tutoring will have to wait then, but here," I said instead, Digging out for the notes I'd taken for her. "That should cover all of this weeks lessons, it'll be great if she can go through them, but tell her not to worry if she can't. Carly and I can help when she gets back."

Leo listened to me ramble on about what everything was, with a glazed over look. Cam stared at me in equal silence. Both of them seemingly in a stupor as they stared at me.

I huffed, planting my hand on my hips.

"Are you even listening?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Just thank you so much for this Syndey."

I waved aside Leo's thanks.

"It's nothing. That's what friends are for right? Anyways, I better get going. Tell Mina I wished her to get well soon and we all miss her." I said, then without waiting for their reply ran away.

I did not want to spend any more time around Cam than was strictly necessary.

This past week has been super weird, with both Carly and Cam having come to some kind of silent agreement to pretend the other doesn't exist. At the same time Cam has been super sweet to me. He, nor his friends, once making fun of or teasing me about my nonexistent crush on him.

I didn't know how to put it, but this change wasn't all that as nice as I hoped. I would rather go back to hating his very guts. Things as they were is making me uneasy. Like something not so good is about to happen.

I was crossing the parking lot when I saw Paul, hand wrapped around the waist of a cheerleader, walking to his car. I stopped on my tracks, watching the pair with growing confusion.

If I hadn't guessed wrong, wasn't he Mina's boyfriend?

Then what was he doing with...?

I shook my head. Not wanting to jump into any conclusions. I had only guessed they were dating after seeing them together at the skating rink. I could have been mistaken.

I should not blow something out of propotion. Didn't mean some investigation wasn't disapproved.