Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

C.D - Get Even.

• Cameron imagine.

-- (Y/N's POV) --

I'm going to have a panic attack, my palms are sweaty and my mind races with ways to not mess my situation up even more that I have.

I split water on Cameron Dallas, the hottest guy at my school.

I was walking along side my best friend with my tray of food when she bumped into me when we were right beside Cameron, I could kill her.

"I-I'm s-so so-sorry C-Cameron." I panic, grabbing a napkin to try and wipe the water off his shirt and lap.

"It's okay," he tells me, I continue to pat his lap in panic. "I said it's okay," he repeats but my mind is rambling enough to ignore him and rant on about how sorry I am. "Y/N, I said it's okay." He says, a little louder than before.

How does he know my name?

I stop and straighten up, my eyes gape at his still soaking wet lap. "Cameron I'm so sorry, she bumped into m-"

"Y/N I said, it's okay," he smirks, standing up and ignoring the laughs from the whole cafeteria as they point at his wet pants. "But I have to get equal right?" His smirk widens as he picks up his friend's bottle of water and splashes it onto my jeans.

"What the freak?!" I yell, Y/B/F/N bursts out laughing from behind me.

"I got even Y/N." He winks, I scowl.

I stomp off to the bathrooms with Y/B/F/N trailing behind me - trying not to laugh.

I gasp when I see myself in the mirror, flustered cheeks and a wet crotch. Just great.

"I mean, it's not that bad." Y/B/F/N shrugs, but I can tell she's lying by the burst of laughter afterwards.

"Shut up-"

"Y/N can you come out here please?" We hear Cameron yell from the other side of the door.

I look at Y/B/F/N as she winks and drags me over to the door before pushing me out in front of Cameron. "Yes?" I squeak nervously, taking notice of the small space between our bodies.

"I was mean to do that to you-"

"No it's okay, I done it first." I shrug.

"No it's not okay, you done it on accident, you didn't mean it." He defends.

"Well if this is an apology then I accept it." I tell him, resisting the urge to run my fingers through his messy hair.

"Yes, it's an apology but it's also a opportunity to take you out on a date?" He uneasily tells me.

"Why, because you feel sorry for me?" I frown, his eyes widen in panic.

"No no, I mean yes it's an apology date but I think you're really beautiful and I'd like to take you out on a date.." He trails off, shifting from foot to foot with red cheeks.

"This isn't a joke?" I question.

"No, definitely not." He shakes his head.

"Then I guess I'll go on a date with you." I blush, laughing when I hear Y/B/F/N celebrating from the other side of the door.

"Friday at 7pm?" He asks, I nod with a massive grin on my face. "Great well, can I have your number?" He asks.

We exchange numbers, he kisses my cheek gently before rushing back to the cafeteria with flushed cheeks. That goes for the both of us.