Old Friend

o5

"Can we just talk about last Tuesday?" I begged Cameron for the third time today. Not only did I not remember anything from what happened, but I still have to continue my tutoring sessions with Tristan.

Honestly? I was actually failing math, so you can cut me some slack if we don't get to establish the plan soon. This will be pretty hard. Listening to a lesson in math, then saving time so we could hang out?

And now, he's considered to be one of the top guys here. In Eastmoore, we have this tradition where they rank boys according to their looks and attitude. It sounds pretty stupid, and let me tell you, it completely is.

The idea for this is to boost their humongous ego and pride and only to show off what they have. All they do is throw parties and whoever is named the champion will be the complete god of everyone.

At least, to their eyes.

"Ten words, Lara: I'm not bringing you to any of Ger's parties again." He scowled at me, taking a forkful of his pasta. Then, he mumbled something incoherent under his breath before taking a bite again. Was it really that bad?

My eagerness has been cut off with turning it into a frown. I cannot go any longer without knowing what happened! This is killing me! If only he could tell me, then we wouldn't have this problem.

Alex laughed and drew her head back. "It was really bad."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "You were there?" If I remember correctly, she wasn't. So how would she know? Unless I got really really drunk that time.

"Me? In a party at a school night?" She scoffed. Leave it to Alex to think about school when her best friend is surrounded by her crush and the person who ruined her life. "Nah, Cam told me." She exaggerated his name and wiggled her eyebrows when he wasn't looking.

I threw her a glare and kicked her shin in return. What if she got caught? What's going to be her excuse for doing that? But I'm secretly jealous that he told her but he didn't tell me.

If she knew, I had the right to know it too. Suddenly, Cameron pushed his chair back and left our table without saying anything. He's been really quiet lately, and it's getting me irritated. It can't be the "I need to get to class early" excuse because as you can see, we're 20 minutes away until the next period starts. There's something he's hiding from me and it's not only what happened during the party.

My eyes never left his figure as he threw his plate down the trash and stalked away. Something was bothering him.

The only time he was like this was when his mother came to visit him for a week. He was never really close to his mom, so he didn't exactly know what to do. That kind of resulted in him avoiding us for the rest of the week until Mason told us what happened.

"What happened?" I inquired her when he was out of sight.

"So, this is what he told me in Tristan's point of view. Apparently, you both got really drunk and you set up a bet with him, whether who can drink the most shots before throwing up-"

"-Did I win?" I interrupted her with my excitement.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring me. "Let me continue. Anyways, you won and I think you wanted to tell Cam that you did and you got lost. You called him to get you and passed out on the way home. That's what he told me, but something seemed so off when he said it."

I won against Tristan! That's a new record. But is it worth being joyous if it's about drinking and stupid decision? Probably not.

Wait. I called him? What if I said something stupid? Oh no. I widened my eyes and stared at her for a minute. "WhatifItoldhimIlikedhim?" I said as fast as I could.

"What?" She dilated her eyes at me.

"What if I told him I liked him?" I whispered to her, going closer. Fuck. What if that's the thing? Maybe I told him something that made him over think about our friendship? What if I did? Would it end our friendship? Shit, this would have made things super duper awkward if I did.

Suddenly, I felt an intense wave of fear. I can't afford to lose Cameron, even as a friend. My heart was then pumping at a different speed and I started to get jittery. My palms got sweaty and I couldn't breathe anymore. I didn't know what I was feeling anymore. I felt like I was going to puke and my whole body was shaking. My heart was going to pound out of my chest in no time because I wasn't able to catch my breath.

The whole cafeteria was spinning, as if I've spun around on a computer chair all day long. I need to get to the nurse as soon as possible. I could hear Alex's faint screams for help but I ignored it and still stood up.

I closed my eyes and quickly lost my balance. I was preparing myself for the impact of my body to the floor but there wasn't any. My body didn't collide with the floor but my breaths were still shallow and short.

I was now laying down, facing the ceiling as my body was curled up in someone's arms. "Deep breaths, Lara, deep breaths." Someone advised me.

And I did as I was told. It helped, a lot. The tightness within my chest was gone before I even knew it and my pulse was back to normal. I opened my eyes to see a pair of brown hazel eyes staring at me cautiously.

The pain was so inflicting that tears started to form at my eyes. I blinked and gave him a weak smile as a tear went out. "Why does it always have to be you, Carson?"

He smiled at me before bringing me up and closing my eyes once again. This was bliss.

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a/n

my chapters are very short but then i want it to be like a thousand per chapter minimum so