Cameron's P.O.V
Today is beautiful morning. I want to just go out of my house and look what's so good in California. So I decide to go out without Dylan.
I sat in my car started the ignition and I'm not driving speed at all. I can see beautiful trees and flowers along the sides of the road. I switch on the radio and luckily my favourite song was on. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, nodding my head along with the beat and hummimg the song. Though my eyes were on the road, I wasn't concentrating on it. And then suddenly a young lady with a bicycle on her other side starts to cross the road. Before I could stop the car...
Crash....
I open my eyes and pull myself out the car to see a young lady lying on the road and on top of her was her bicycle. I immediately picked the bicycle and had put it on the stand.
''Let me help you.'' I stretch my hand towards her to support her.
''No thanks.'' And she gets up on herself and adjusts the hat she's wearing. I frowned, that was a bit rude.
''Are you alright? I...I am extremely sorry! I didn't actually see you crossing the road.''
''Sorry!? Well then I am sorry because...your sorry is neither going to heal my wounds nor it is going to repair my bicycle!'' She yells.
Her hands are on her hips and she's staring at me with an angry expression...waiting for my reply. I can see some wounds on her left hand.
''Can't you see.... I was about to die? Do you keep your eyes close while driving that too with music at such a high volume! Well if this is what you usually do then, I wonder how you are still alive. But thank god atleast you were driving at a low speed orelse I would fly and land somewhere in South America.'' She says.
God! She's so pretty.
Her hair, tied up into a ponytail. Damn...her eyes are a dark shade of blue, they're hypnotizing. I just can't get my eyes off her beautiful face. She's barely wearing any makeup. She's wearing a light pink frock which is till her knee length. She looks beautiful...just beautiful.
And because I was too busy examining her. I didn't know what to answer. And I just kept looking at her.
She waves her hand infront of my face and then snapping her two fingers in an attempt to bring back my attention to her. But because there was still no response from me, her eyes widen as if she saw some ghost.
''C'mon now don't tell me you are deaf. Are you?'' She says in disbelief.
Jesus! She thinks I'm deaf. Lol...
I started to laugh holding my stomach. How can she think like that. But whatever she said was extremely cute. I mean...um...uh whatever.
She's still standing in the same position with her hands on her hips her eyebrows furrowed with a pout on her lips. She seems angry...very angry. I don't blame her though.
''What are you laughing at?'' She asks. Yep she's angry...very angry.
My laugh slowly gows down. I adjust the hem of my shirt and clear my throat.''Uh...I'm nothing.''
I dig my hands into my pocket and take out my wallet and remove some dollars. I place them on her right hand with a smile. ''Here you go. I guess this is enough to repair your bicycle and your wounds, those are not so deep so they'll be gone soon.''
All this while she kept starring at me and her eyes widen when I placed the money in her hand. My smile drops when she places the money back into my hand and pushes the fingers on top of the money so that my hand is closed. I look towards her with confused expression. Why is she returning back the money? Why isn't she keeping them?
''Here. Keep your money. I don't need them. Go and spend on someone who needs them.'' She says trying to control her anger. If it would be someone else, she would keep the money. But she didn't.
She mutters ''Asshole'' before leaving. And I was stunned.
Wait a sec...did she just call me an asshole!? Did she?
Oh yes, Cameron she called you an asshole!
But why?
Duh...because you are one.
This lady has the nerve to call me an asshole. Me? The Cameron? Oh no lady, wrong move cause this is just going to spoil your beautiful impression on me. No one has ever dared to call me that. Well...more importantly girls never get mad at me.
But honey, she's not among them. She's different. There are a lot of things completely different from the girls you know. So better don't compare her with them.
Yeah... I better don't.
Ugh...this lady. I salute her guts. But she's something different. Yeah.....she's the type of girl I wanted. I know I have been friends with only sluts and whores but that doesn't mean I want someone like them as my partner, but yes definitely like this lady.Someone who I always wanted in my life. Someone who doesn't drools over any guy. Someone who is confident enough to say whatever she has to say. Different and unique in their own way, which is this lady.
And this is the lady I've been searching for. And now that I've met you, I won't leave you. You can't just come into my life and light it up for a minute and then leave the other minute.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness ; only light can do that. And this light is you, lady. You had lighten up this dark room and I want this light in my life forever.
I won't let you go...atleast not alone.
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Teen FictionStella, 19 years old, lives in California. She's not a nerd but scores well. She lives with her mom, who runs a bookshop. She's neither rich nor poor. Cameron, 20 years old, lives in Chicago. He's a son of a Millionaire. He never visited California...