Chapter 5

After getting out of the shower and changing into a T-shirt and jeans and doing my make up and hair I go down stairs to see Cameron sitting at the couch. "About time." He says, smiling. I smile. "Let's go."

I wonder if Allie and Jason are having out since both of them are busy. I need to tell Cameron soon. My thoughts stop when he gasps like a girl when one of our favorite songs come on, just to make me smile.

In the car we both sing to one of our favorite songs. He is singing his heart out and I laugh silently. Nonchalantly, I pull out my phone and record him.

The song is over as soon ad we pull up in the drive-in. He looks over at me. "Want a drink?"

"Yeah I guess." I climb out of his dad's truck. We both walk to the concessions. He orders me a drink and him one. He pays them, handing me a drink.

"You know I could have paid for that." I say as he takes a sip of his drink. He gives me a look and I laugh.

We climb back in his truck. "How's your mom?" He asks.

I shrug. "Good I guess."

He smiles at me. "So Jason and Allie seem to get along good. I guess that's good."

I try to keep my breathing regular. "Yeah I guess so." I say with  a forced smile so he won't question anything.

"Do you like her?" He asks, getting his drink and taking a sip.

"Um why does my opinion matter?" I ask as I reach for the drink.

"Because your opinion matter to me." He says.

"I mean well I guess she's... Okay...I haven't really talked to her a lot-"

"Is that Jason's car?" Cameron interrupts.

"Um.." I say, trying to get a better look.

"Wait it looks like someone is  with him- wait is he on a date?" Cameron laughs, but I don't join in. "Let's go surprise him."

My best friend climbs out of the cat before I can protest. And I suddenly don't feel so good.

Cameron jogs to Jason's car and peeks his head in. Cameron has a stupid, lopsided grin on his face. I can hear the window roll down on the drivers side. And I see Cameron's face lose color and his smile vanishes.

My whole stomach drops and suddenly everything happens to quickly.

Jason is out of the car, by Cameron pulling him out roughly. "What the hel-"

Allie gets out of the car, pale faced as she walks to the brothers.

Cameron takes a step back, his fave full of hurt and rage. I can almost hear my heart break as I see his face.

"How could you?" Cameron's voice creaks at the end.

Allie's eyes are fulling with tears. But Cameron just looks at the two of them in shock. I look at his hands, both hands are clenched. His drink had been discarded long ago on the ground.

And so has mine, I realize. Allie and Jason look my way at the same time.

Allie makes her way towards me, face full of rage. "YOU told him!!!" I take a step back.

"No I didn't." I say, my voice cold. Allie reaches to get closer to me, but is stopped by the sound of a sickening crunch of Cameron's fist connecting to Jason's jaw.

I go to Cameron's side, my heart hammering. Jason punches Cameron and I yell at them to stop. Cameron pounds into Jason,they both fall to the ground. Cameron has gained the advantage of being on top of Jason, punching him repeatedly.

I scramble over to Cameron, grabbing at his shirt. I yell at them to stop again but they don't listen. A small group has gathered in a circle around us, watching with eager eyes for a fight. Some people have pulled out their phone.

Blood covers Jason's face I feel panic rise in me. Jason gets a hold of Cameron, and starts punching him. Blood starts to ooze from Cameron's nose.

Quickly, I grab Jason's shirt as hard as I can and yank him downwards. It works a little, which Cameron takes full opportunity to hit Jason yet again.

Allie is yelling to stop over and over. Tears fill my eyes, I grab Cameron's arm.

No matter what I do, it doesn't stop them. But the unmistakable sirens and flashing lights of police cars seem to completely stop them.

Without saying a word, I grab Cameron's hand and yank him towards the car. He jumps in, staring the car and speeding off.

He sharply turns down a road, making my heart freeze for a second. "I'll take you home." His voice has no emotion.

"What? No, you aren't taking me home. I'm staying with you." I say.

"No you are not." His voice is sharp, cold.

"Yes I am." I fire back, my voice having a slight edge to it. "You need me right now."

He lets out a bitter laugh. " I don't need you." Ouch that hurt.. "What I need is to go find Jason right now."

"Um I don't think so." I say

"Well I think so. And I'm going to find him and beat the living-"

"Cameron please just breathe. Okay? Listen let's go to your house. Let me at least clean up your wounds then talk about it then if you still want to we can go find Jason." I plead, praying he'll say yes.

After a very think and full of tension silence,  he agrees.

Soon enough he pulls up at his house and he is out of the car before I can even unbuckle.

I walk up the steps quickly. Hearing a crash upstairs, I feel my whole body fill with goosebumps and soon enough I'm running up the stairs like no other.

I go to his room to see him throwing a chair. He picks up a picture of him and her, throwing it at the wall.

"My own  brother!!" He yells. Tear fill my eyes. "How could he!!"

I run to him and throw my arms around him. He stays still for a second then he buried his head in my neck.

He quickly pulls away from me. "What? What is it?" I ask.

He is pale. "Don't do that."

I frown. "Do what??"

His lips tighten. "Don't touch me."

I reach forward to touch his arm. He flinches. "I said don't touch me!"

I flinch, feeling like I've been hit. I take a step back.

"Listen I know you are upset that she cheated on you with your  brother and that your  brother did that to you. But you have no right to be rude to me when I am trying to help you because I care and love you." I said.

He looks away then back at me. "I'm sorry." He sinks to the floor. I scoot to him.

"It's okay." I give him a little fake smile.

He looks at his bloody and bruised knuckles.

"Why don't we go to the bathroom and clean you up," I offer.

He slowly nods. I help him up and we do to the bathroom. He sits on the toilet seat as I get the cleaning supplies for his wounds.

I look at his injuries. He has a busted lip and eyebrow. He will have a big bruise on his cheek and his injured knuckles.

"This is going to sting," I warn

I put paroxide on a cotton ball, I walk over to him. He tilts his face upwards so I can see his injuries better in the light. I press the cotton ball, gently on his biusted eyebrow. He sucks a deep breath through his teeth.

I get a wet cloth with soap and wash his face from blood and dirt. I get a paper towel and press it against his busted lip.

He seems to watch me as I clean his face. I focus my attention on his busted lip.. This is not helping me. From ms touching his lips to him looking at me through his eyelashes. This room has gotten extremely hot.

Finally when I'm done with his busted lip I move to his bloodied and cut knuckles. He takes a deep breath when I press peroxide on his cuts. His callused fingers graze against mine as I clean his hands.

Finally when I am done cleaning his injuries, we both get to leave the very hot bathroom. Well it only seemed hot to me. Figures.

He lays down, I hand his some medicine for his headache. "Listen I'm sorry, Cam, about everything-"

"Did you know?" He blurts.

"Know what?" I ask.

"Allie said to you 'YOU told him' so did you know that she was cheating." He says then adds. "Tell me the truth."

My hands sweat. I sit on the bed and he looks away form the ceiling to look at me. "Well?" He said when I don't answer.

"I-I did know.." I confess.

He is silent.

"I was going to tell you. I found out the night of the cook out. I went to your house to see them..making out. And I was going to tell you, but Allie-"

"Get out,"

My voice is full of surprise. "What?"

He looks away from me."I said get out. "

"But Cameron-"

"I said get out!!!" He yells. I jump at his outburst. I stare at him for a few more moments then get up.

I walk to the door, tears filling my eyes.

"Cameron-" I start.

"No Era,I said get out." His voice is cold and seems far away.

He doesn't look at me. He only keeps looking at purely nothing, his eyes unfocused. 'Go!" He whispers, no longer yelling.

I blink, letting the tears fall down my face and walk out of his bedroom door an out of his house.