Runaway Love

Chapter 2: Shopping Disaster

"Morning, sunshine," my eyes slowly opened to reveal Cameron, extremely close to me. He was just smiling and laying right beside, so casually. I groaned, rolling over to my other side and covering my face with a pillow. 

"C'mon, wake up, it's 10:00," he vigorously shook my body, until I finally faced him again. I shot him an angry glare, knowing this man really decided to interrupt the first good sleep I've had in years. 

"There better be a good reason for you waking me up," I said, raising my eyebrows.

"There is. I'm taking you shopping..." I shot up almost instantly. Shopping seemed like something every girl lived for, but to me, it was always a nightmare. I remembered being thirteen years old, trying on a pair of jeans when the worker told me to size up. Or another time when I was fourteen and was told a certain color wasn't matching my complexion. I knew it was the workers' job, but either way, it's a tough pill to swallow when someone tells you the blatant and ugly truth about the clothes on your body. 

"No thanks, I'll pass," He chuckled and ripped the sheets away from my body, completely ignoring what I said. I noticed him scan my legs intently and reached for the blankets to cover myself up again. 

"No, no, don't cover up. You have beautiful legs," he bit his bottom lip, giving that classic smirk once again. I wasn't used to this kind of attention, and it wasn't hard to tell that he was enjoying making me nervous. 

"Shut up," I mumbled. What a pathetic comeback...

"What was that?" he laughed, "speak up, I can't hear you." I shook my head, staring down at the blankets to avoid eye contact. 

"Why are you being an ass?" I sighed, "it's too early for this." 

"I thought it's only right I show you the real me," he remarked with a devilish look in his eyes.

"Bug boy?" I shot back, smiling dorkishly at my own response. 

"What?" he scoffed, "no...gosh you're so funny...I'm a heartbreaker." He whispered the last part like it was a secret. I've been kidnapped for four years, so maybe I'm kind of out of the loop, but I feel like labeling yourself as a heartbreaker kind of defeats the purpose. I would never let Cameron make a move on me now, just knowing he was trying to play me. Just in my opinion, he might not want to tell girls he's known for breaking hearts before trying to flirt with them. 

"You're a freak," I replied. 

"That's not what you were saying last night when you were begging for me," he responds, a stupid smile stretching across his face. 

"You mean when I was begging you to let me in your house, so I wouldn't get murdered?" I shook my head, "don't flatter yourself." 

"Get ready, we're leaving in 20 minutes," he said with no further arguments. 

I eventually climbed out of my warm bed and took a brief shower. In the back of my head, I was wondering how he expected me to pay for my clothes when I had no money on me. Hopefully he knew that I couldn't afford anything right now, or this would become very awkward. 

I wrapped a towel around my body, and walked into the hallway to find Cameron. I had to borrow clothes again, unfortunately, and especially needed an outfit I could wear in public. 

"Cameron? I need you!" Cameron suddenly came rushing out, and forcefully shoved me against the wall.

"I knew you needed me," I turned my face away from his, as his hot breath traveled down my neck. 

"I need clothes," I pushed him off harshly. 

"You're no fun," he said, crossing his arms across his chest. I took a second to finally notice his body; he was definitely buff and for the first time in my life, I felt this weird sexual attraction.