Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Eight

"We should go that way!" I yank Jack's arm towards the custodian closet. Surprisingly, it's open.

Jack looks around the dimly lit closet before whispering, "Why are we in a closet?"

I snap my head his way. "Ummm." I stretch my word out, trying to find an excuse for me avoiding my ex boyfriend and dragging this hot guy along.

"Wasn't that Cameron?" He swivels around, reaching towards the door knob.

"Please, I - don't leave me." I practically beg, pulling on his t-shirt sleeve. He gives me a sympathetic look, lowering his shoulders and staring down on me. "I can't ... I can't see him yet. I'm not ... ready." My bottom lip starts to quiver, so I bite it.

"Okay ... okay, we can stay here." He whispers rubbing my shoulders up and down. "Come here, it's okay." Jack pulls me in for a hug as my fingers clench his shirt. I want to cry but I know I can't. I shouldn't, and I can't. I barely know this guy, I can't open up to him. That's another Cam episode I don't need in my life. "Is this about him hitting you?"

"He didn't do it on purpose. It was practically my fault." I explain through sniffles. "I jumped into a fight and it all happened so fast." I step back. "His hand just ..." I make weird motions and connections between my fist and my eye and look up at Jack to see if he understands. I guess he does, because he nods with that same look of empathy on his face.

Once the sound of feet stomping against the bare ground die down, I walk up to the door knob and jiggle it. I peek my head out into the eerie hallway once filled with happiness, before slipping my whole body out. Jack follows behind me and closes the closet door. I start to feel stupid, which is an accurate feeling, because we just came out of hiding in a janitors closet from a crippled boy.

"Can I go to class now?" Jack whispers looking right and left down the hall.

I laugh and respond, "Yeah, you don't need to whisper either." He laughs, too, before fixing his shirt and walking off.

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AFTER SCHOOL

Jack has a pretty big house, I'm not going to lie. No, it's not as big as mine and Cameron's, but it is as nice. I walk up the steps to the house and knock on the door. I think I hear a voice or two come through the other side before it swings open, revealing a shirtless blonde haired boy.

He smiles and holds his hand out. "Hey, I'm Jack. You must be Leighton, right?"

I smile and shake his hand. "Yeah, that's me. Uh ... is Jack here? The other Jack?"

He laughs and pulls the door fully open. "Come in, everybody else is here." Everybody else? Who else did he invite?

I follow Jack down a hallway until we reach the pool in the backyard. Carter and Taylor sit in the corner of the pool talking amongst themselves. A girl with long brown hair sits on the other side, scrolling through her phone. Annabelle does laps back and forth so effortlessly while Jack and Nash play basketball in the water, but epically fail. Another boy, though, sits with the last person I'd thought - but should've expected - to be here.

Cameron.

"Hey, ya comin?" Jack asks, welcoming me to the hot sun. I nod nervously and drop my bag next to the door.

Jack looks away from his game with Nash and smiles at me. I wave and smile back, pulling hair behind my ears. He jumps out of the pool, and I swear he looks like one of those hot body models in the magazines.

He goes in for a hug, but remembers he's wet. We can't help but laugh awkwardly. Jack extends his hand and gives a fancy smile. I shake it and expect him to let go, but instead, he presses his lips to it, kissing me softly. I feel my cheeks burn as I look away, embarrassed. I find Cameron's jealous eyes on me, boring through my skin. He knows me. He knows me too well to know I'm flattered. I see his jawline clench tightly before looking back up at Jack.