Growing Up with Dallas || C.D.

Eight

Question: should I make an Instagram for edits?

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"Stupid bitch" I said standing up.

"What? It's a tradition in the family. Oh wait, you're not family" she started laughing and everyone did as well. I got my stuff and walked inside to the restroom.

As I was washing my face the door opened. "Are you okay" I looked up to see Cameron with pie on his face as well.

"You to" I said annoyed.

"Well it's a family tradition"

"No it's not" I sighed wiping off the extra frosting and looking at him. "They probably made you do that so I wouldn't feel bad" I sighed looked down.

"Do they always do that to you" he walked up to me.

"Y-yea. Ever since I was a baby" I bit my bottom lip trying not to cry.

"Let's say after this party, we go to the store, but lots of junk food, and watch movies"

Sweet Cameron.

"Okay" I smiled.

"Let me get washed up" he said turning on the sink water.

I jumped up and sat on the counter.

"So, what did my cousin's say?"

"What?" He asked.

"What did my cousin's say about me?"

"Well" he turned off the sink getting a towel and wiping off the extra frosting. "They said that you a fake bitch and how you think your better than everyone" he said looking down also standing in front of me.

"This is what I don't understand. They make fun of me, they think they know me, they really don't. I have been nothing but nice to them. They just make up things"

"Well I barely know you and so far your the nicest person "

"Then why were you laughing?"

"Because when they told me other things I thought no, this is stupid and I laughed at how fake they were being"

"There's more?!" I asked in shock.

"Way more"

"I don't even want to hear it"

"Come on, let's go hang out in the kitchen table" he said.

"Okay" I smiled unlocking and opening the door and walking out.

As I was walking out I saw my cousins talking on the couch. When they spotted me they looked at me funny.

I shook it off and went to the kitchen table and sit down going on my phone.

"No" Cameron said putting it down. "I want to know more about you"

"Cameron, you have a girlfriend"

"I want to know about you as friends"

"Well I'm 16-"

"No your not" cameron interrupted me.

"Yes, I am"

"You're like 17 or 18"

I laughed and ignored his comment. "16, a Jr. at Cisco High and I'm chill asf" I chuckled and so did he.

"What about you?"

"That's it? I want to know more about you"

"There's really nothing about me. I'm really nothing"