Chapter 6

Two days. Two days without talking to Cameron.

Okay I know I may seem like a needy person, but I have been friends with him since forever it seems and I always talked to him very day usually. And now it's been two days without speaking one single word to each other.

I know he is very upset with me. And that I should go apologize, but I'll just make a fool of myself. And he made it clear for me not to be in his sight when he orders me to get out. So I'd just make it worse for him. He needs space, if he wants that then I'll give it to him.

I feel awful for not telling him sooner. I don't even know where me and him stand. Friends or not friends I'm in love with him.

Monday rolls around quickly and I am way too nervous to face Allie-who knows what she'll want to do to me. And Cameron who will more than likely ignore me the whole day. He probably won't even walk me to school like he usually does. If he ignores me then I'll be completely alone. He's my only friend. Plus, Lucas I'll see who I told him we would just be friends.

So here I stand at the schools entrance staring at it, thinking. My legs wanna stay put, well actually run back to my moms car that is driving away from me.

But of course they don't. Mostly because I can't run that fast to get to the car.

I really need to exercise more..

Gathering all I had, I walked through the doors to see teenagers crowding the halls. I quickly went to my locker, getting my books for first period. I sit in the far back, watching more and more people walk in.

Lucas walks in, books in hand. I look away, biting my lip and avoiding eye contact. I feel his stare and he sits down beside me.

"Hey,"

"Hi." I say, my voice small.

"Are you okay?" Lucas asks, getting a pencil.

"Uh..yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, trying to make my voice get the uncertainty out of it.

"Because you're pale and look like you saw a ghost and is about to throw up your breakfast." Lucas explains.

"Oh," I say. "Well I am fine. Just tired and not feeling very well."

"Okay. I hope you get better." He said.

The teacher directs the attention to the front and explain our lesson we have to do.

When second period comes around, I am way too nervous and shaking as I walk in the classroom.

With my head down, I walk to my seat. I sit down and I let out a sigh. He's not even in the classroom yet. I doodle on a piece of paper while I wait for class to start.

When a person sits down at my table I know  its Cameron. I can smell the regular cologne that he likes. And his breathing, just him I know it's him.

My whole body tenses, my nerves at high alert. My mouth has gone completely dry, but my hands start to sweat.

He is completely silent. I look at him through my hair. And for a fraction of a second, I admire his beauty. The way his hair falls and the way he runs his fingers through it. His slightly pursed lips and sharp jaw line. Then I notice his emotions like a tidal wave.

They may not seem as noticeable to other people, but I could clearly see his pain as if I was putting my hands in front of my face in the light.

His eyes a light color, his slight frowning pursed lips with the occasionally biting on the bottom lip, and fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt. Plus the hidden expressions of pain and heartbreak.

My heart nearly broke at my feet seeing him this way. My eyes filled and my bottom lip shook. Quickly, I looked away as I fought my tears to go down and not cry in front of everyone.

My thoughts never died even when Mr.Rices came in, explaining what ever lesson we were on that I didn't care about at the moment.

When the bell rang, Camerom quickly walked out of the room without a single word.

The rest of the day went by in terrible hours, minutes, and seconds.

In lunch, I sat with Cameron and he didn't look up at all. With him only a table separating us, he still felt so far away.

I've never felt so alone.

The rest of the week went by like this: Cameron not walking me to school, him not talking to me, not even glancing my way.

But this all came to the conclusion that it was both ways. I wasn't making a big effort to go to his house to make sure he'd walk me. I was also the one who wasn't talking to him. But I did always glance his way.

So, taking matters into my hands, on Wednesday night I snuck out my window to go see Cameron. When I got to his house, I quickly climbed up his tree, and onto the roof. I knocked on his window.

I heard a slight stir, then I tapped the window again, a slight groan. Next thing I knew the window was slung open to reveal a shirtless, half asleep Cameron.

"Uh," I said. "Can we talk?"

His eyes bore into mine. My face flushed at his intense stare. He then looked at my plain black T-shirt and fluffy pants.

He stepped away from the window to let me in. I stuck one puffy pajama pant leg inside then the other. Soon enough I was in his room.

He went back to his bed and climbed back in it. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to go.

"You gonna speak or what?" He snapped, his voice low so he won't wake up anyone.

"Um yeah," I say walking over to his bed. "Can I-"

"Yeah," He answered my question without me finishing it. I got under his covers and my body slowly relaxed.

"So?" He said.

"Um..listen." Here goes nothing. "Please don't be upset with me. I know that is a lot to ask, depending on what's going on. But I don't want you to be mad at me. I know you won't believe me, but I promise you I was planning on telling you the night you found out that she did. But please, please forgive me. I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I should have and I'm completely stupid because I didn't. And if you don't forgive me then it'll be okay. I just want you to know that I tried to fight for us even when I didn't too much a good job of it. And that I should've told you sooner. I'd take it back and tell you as soon as I found out."

"My God," he sighs out when I'm done with my long rant of an apology.

Without a second thought, his body crashes into mine. With him practically on top of me, giving me a tight hug. I almost cry at the little gesture.

"I'm sorry," he whispes in my ear.

"I-it's okay." I whisper back.

"No..it's not. I shouldn't have done that." He explains.

"Shh..it is okay. It's not a big deal." I assure. He starts to differ from my reassuring comment, but I just give him a tight, warm hug.

We lay like that for a while, him half on top of me. With me hugging him and him breathingly evenly.

We stay in silence until we start to hear birds sing. He gets off me and walks me to his window.

"Thanks for everything." He says as he helps me out of the window.

I face him, smiling slightly. "That's what I'm here for,"

He smiles, and studies my face. I turn away and start to climb away when he says, "I'll see you in a few hours."

"Will you be walking me?" I say, my back to him.

He clears his throat. "Only if you want me to."

"Always,"

I then jump down and walk away, quickly. I get to my yard and climb up my tree and  into my room.

I fall into my bed, sighing. I close my eyes and sleep for a few more hours until I have to get up.

***

We were finally okay. The tension was gone, but his pain was freshly there. We always hung out with me trying to make him happy and distracted.

We'd watch movies, do homework, study, and even just go walking.

He smiled more and more after my corny stupid jokes that I made.

In lunch on Friday, an announcement was made.

"Good afternoon boys and girls. I'd just like to announce that there will be the Homecoming dance next Friday."

Teens cheered, some girls squealed and clapped. Some guys smirked, eyeing girls for a date.

Then there were polar opposites, girls face palmed in annoyance or completely ignored the announcement. Some guys groaned, rolling their eyes or kept talking.

Cameron and I kinda just sat there.

"The tickets will be selling Monday morning. Or you can just buy them at the doors at the dance. If anyone has any questions, please come to the front office and ask. Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your day."

***

"Wanna come to my house?" Cameron asks as we walk after school.

"Yes I wanna see Maxie!" I laugh.

He chuckles, looking away at other people walking. I kept walking with him all the way to his house.

As soon as he opens the door, Maxie comes running up to me. I smile and pet her.

He gets him some chips. "Want anything?" He asks.

"No thanks." I sit at the couch and Maxie flops down in my lap, licking my cheek.

I giggle and scratch her belly.

"Era, I think my dog likes you more than all of us."

"Well I guess I'm a very likable person." I remark.

"Isn't that the truth." He said, smiling.

I smiled. I actually think we were okay again.

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Just a shout out to @roguehopes for making an amazing book cover for both my books. (The other one is called Found You.)  They are amazing, the book covers. Sorry that I didn't point out your amazing work I've been busy and had forgot to give you a shout out in my previous chapter,  but I am giving you one in this chapter. Thanks a lot again! (:

Xoxo
Talia