Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Two

"I'm just saying I'd like to fully get to know him." My mom bugs as we clean up the dinner dishes a couple nights later.

"Didn't you fully get to know him when he cooked breakfast for you?" Me and my mom have been on better terms. She took me out to dinner last night and we talked things over. Now she won't stop asking questions about Cameron, and it's making things awkward.

"I was just happy that day." She explains.

"No kidding," I put a plate in the dish washer. "Look, I can ask him if he wants to come over for dinner. He can properly meet you and Collin."

"I don't wanna meet him, I'm fine. He won't be coming over because he doesn't exist to me." Collin says by the couch. Me and my mom laugh.

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THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up and for some reason, I feel happy. I hop out of bed and go straight to the shower, grabbing the clothes I prepared last night, on the way. I wash my hair, blow dry it, then put it in a sloppy fishtail braid to the side, letting all of the natural autumn colors at the end fall together. I put on my white "Allergic 2 Mornings" crop top, black skinny jeans, black vans, and grey and black maxi cardigan. After doing my makeup, I wrap my hands around my arms and walk downstairs. I decide to bring Cam breakfast this morning. I go to McDonald's and pick up his favorite sandwich.

I drive to school and park my car. Once I catch up with Annabelle, I roam the halls for Cameron. They're seemingly quiet, but hushed voices come from around the locker rooms, I just can't make out the words.

One phrase, though, catches me off guard and I contemplate on whether I should stay or keep going. "Cameron," A familiar voice speaks. She sounds broken.

I poke my head around the corner and see Cameron and Carter face to face near the gym doors. "I swear to God, Carter," Cameron's voice, on the other hand, is harsh and choppy. Dark. Threatening. "If she finds out, I'll tell everyone about you and Jack."

"She's going to find out eventually," Carter warns. She sounds more confident, speaking her words firmly now.

"No she won't, because you won't tell her shit. What happened back then was the past. I'm not like that anymore and if you even peep about it-"

"I got it, jeez." She backs down, grabbing her arm and looking away. "But she can't be yours forever." And with that, Carter triumphantly walks away, knowing she hit Cameron hard. I stumble back and pace towards the nearest exit. My head spins as I process what just happen. They were talking about me. She was talking about me. And they're hiding something from me. Cameron's hiding something from me about him and possibly Carter. Carter had something with Jack. Jack. Carter and Jack. Cameron and Carter? Does Jack know? Who cares what Jack knows, the real question is what don't I know? What are they hiding from me?

I find myself kneeling on the ground with my elbows on my knees, wishing I didn't hear their conversation. I blink and breathe, choppily. "Get it together." I tell myself. "Get I together." Maybe they weren't talking about me. Maybe she meant someone else. But then that would mean Cameron has someone else to call his. I can't think about it. It hurts to think about it. I don't want to think about it.

I slide up the wall and blandly walk back to class with the McDonald's bag still in my hand. The only thing flushing through my mind is what's going to happen when I see Cameron. I don't know if I'm mad, or sad, but I know I'm confused, and I want answers, but I don't want to yank them from him.

I walk into class and see him sitting there with Nash and Jack, laughing. My stomach churns and I feel last nights dinner coming back up. I spin around on my heels, backing down, but run into the teacher.

"Ms. Greene, class is this way," she smirks at me. I groan under my breath and turn back around, to find Cameron's eyes on me. He looks guilty. He gives a half smile before limping up towards me. For some reason, I notice he doesn't have his crutches today.

Out of courtesy, I hold my arms out. "Hey," he tries nibbling on my cheek but I react swiftly and move back. I fake smile, hoping he didn't notice. Get it together, Leighton. I can't stop thinking that. Reminding myself of it. Then I think of what Carter said.

She can't be yours forever.

I can't? He is going away to college soon. Then where would I be? That's like Collin leaving me and my mom, again. I almost died without him, and he's my brother. Now I think I've found the love of my life and some girl's telling him he can't have me. Or I can't have him. And I don't want that. I want him. It's almost sad, I need him.

I let Cameron slide into the desk and sit behind him, diagonal from Jack. He glances at me but quickly looks away. He probably hates me for leading him on. Flirting with him then leaving him in the dust for Cameron. I'd hate me, too.

"Leighton," a voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up and see Nash looking at me funny. "I said who's that for?" I stare at where he's pointing and see my hand clenching the McDonald's bag firmly.

"Oh," I mumble. I hand Cameron the bag. "You guys can have it, I'm not hungry."

Jack and Nash reach for the bag like wild animals but Cameron just stares at me. He knows something's wrong. Of course something's wrong, I always eat. And he's starting see through my fake smiles. He mouths you okay and I nod at him, not wanting to answer, because I'm not okay. I hate not knowing what's going on. And I sure as hell don't want to be the last one to know.

He starts shooting me weird looks, so I change the conversation. "My mom asked if you wanted to come over for dinner some time."

"Is it so she can kill me?" He laughs. So do I, and shake my head.

"She said she just wants to get to know you." I smile and look away, finding my eyes on Carter, who's handing a sheet of paper to the teacher. My eyebrows arch as I try and read their lips. The teacher hands her back the paper and she straddles towards the back of class.

My head follows her as she takes a seat in the far right corner of the room. All I can think about is ripping her hair from her scalp. How can she tell Cameron what he can and can't have. How dare she try and tear this relationship apart. But it's a two-way highway here. And Cameron has something to hide, too.

I catch glimpse of Jack giving her a longing look, like he misses her. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know what she wants, or what she needs, or what she tells Cameron and holds against him. He doesn't know anything. Just like how she doesn't think that I know anything. But I do. And I want her to know. So she can weave her way out of my relationship. Is this her revenge? Is she trying to get back at me for not talking to her?

When she notices my eyes on her, she stares back. We hold this stare until she looks away like I'm nothing. To her I am nothing. She has a hold on me and, to her, a few sentences can send my world spiraling down into oblivion. It must be fun to be in control. Be the dominant one.

Cameron mumbles something, directing my attention towards him. "What?" I absentmindedly ask him.

"I said what day?" He glares at Carter before reconnecting his eyes with me. I want to say it. What's going on? What are you hiding from me? I want to ask. I want to ask it so badly, the question is pounding on the tip of my tongue and I have to bite it so he won't notice.

But it can wait. It all can wait...

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A/N/: Sorry this chapters extremely short. My computer has no charger and I'm on my phone 😕 so it feels like I've been typing forever. Make sure to give this a vote & comment too. Thanks for 100 votes & over 6k reads !(: have a nice day