Sometimes I feel like Cameron, is playing with me. Like about ten minutes ago he didn't say anything. Yes I've thought, 'maybe he didn't see me.' But I made complete eye contact with him. This night wasn't as great as I thought it would be.
"Hey you okay?" Kian again. He wrapped his arm around me. He is so tall like 6'6, he was a giant standing next to me.
I didn't say anything.. I took the drink out of his hand, and took a huge slurp. it burned my thought going down.
"Okay now it's a party." He held his hand in the air, and began to dance. Oh okay now we were both dancing.
And that's all I remember.
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I woke up in a unfamiliar bed, in a unfamiliar room. On the wall was a picture of Marilyn Monroe hanging. Jack Johnson's room? A body was pushed up next to me. My head was beating. My eyes could barely open... I was officially HUNGOVER.
"Good morning!"
"K-K-KIAnnn." I almost fell of the bed.
"Did we fuck?" I looked into his red eyes, he was also hungover.
"No, we both just crashed in Jack J's bed some how." He giggled at me.
"Oh thank god. I don't remember anything that happen last night. All I remember is going back to Cameron's house and having a horrible time."
"That's probably is how we ended up here."
"SHHH." Jack Gilinsky, Madison Beer, and Nash were all laying on the floor. But no Jack Johnson, or Cameron.
"Where is Cameron?"
"Ow shit." There was Jack Johnson drinking a cup of orange juice. He almost fell to the ground when he walked in, stepping on something sharp.
"Morning." He sat down on the bed, where I was once laying, he pushed me over closer to Kian so he could sit. He didn't look as hungover as I was.
"You need these more then me." He handed me to Tylenol and a drink of his orange juice.
Every time I closed my eye I see Cameron talking to the interviewer and kissing Lia in the movie, which didn't bother me as much as the interview.
Maybe it was a time for a change. As I started looking around the room for my phone. Kian laid back down, the three humans on the ground fell back a sleep and Jack went out of his own room.
"There it is." I carefully crawled over Gilinsky and Madison.
Three miss calls from Kadence, one text from my grandma and thousands of twitter notifaction. Nothing from Cameron..
''Delilah where did you end up?" "Hey just want to make sure you're safe, call me when you get this."
Text message from my grandma saying 'Hi sweetheart! How is everything going. I miss you. You're flight it tomorrow night still, Correct?'
'Yes' I texted back.
"Delilah!" Cameron's voice came over the phone when I called Kadence's phone.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm with Kian, I'm fine. Can I talk to Kadence?"
"What is your problem? We need to talk."
"Yeah we do. I leave tonight." Was I upset? Yes. I'm growing distant.
"Meet me at the coffee shop in an hour?"
I laid back down by Kian. I was exhausted. And I had the worst hangover known to man.
"What happen with Cameron?" Kian scared me shitless. My heart jumped.
"What? Nothing." He wrapped his arms around me. I never.. I shouldn't let him. But it felt so nice, I felt warm and nothing was wrong right now. But in the back of my head everything was wrong.
I had to go. Kian was asleep and same with everyone else.
"Hello?" I called Cameron.
"I don't know where I am."
"Send me your location I'll pick you up."
After waiting in a somewhat kind of lobby and what felt like forever Cameron finally pulled up in his black car. I got in and I could all ready feel the tension. I didn't want to speak to him, and it seemed to me that he didn't want to talk to me either.
"What did you do last night?" He broke the silence.
"I partied with Kian."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean me and Kian partied."
"Did you have sex."
"Thanks for jumping to conclusions. No I thought I had a boyfriend."
"You do.. Whats your problem?"
"Cameron I need a break, when someone is dating another person they tell the world they are dating. Cameron when have you ever done that for me?"
"Everything is always about you. Have you ever thought about me for once that my career is crazy and you seem like you never fucking care!"
"Whatever. Cameron you told me to my face that you were ready to tell people we were officially dating!" I started to laugh, proabley because I was trying to hold in the tears.
"Okay I'm sorry."
"Please stop the car."
"Why? We are breaking up. I felt like shit. But I was done being some kind of secret. People still think I'm with Taylor.. That was three months ago. I need to not be here. I don't want to be with you." I looked out the window, I didn't know where we were. The airport was a thirty minutes from where I was the sign said.
"I can't leave you here." He grabbed my hand.
"Delilah if you didn't know, I love you. I can't walk away this easy from someone who is a huge deal in my life, How can you just leave? Did you ever care about me like that." Cameron spilled his feelings out. But in my head it really wasn't that heart warming.
"I did once. But I don't think I do anymore. I have to go. " I began to open the door, as it started to rain. The side of the freeway was a lot scarier then I was thinking. "Delilah." He yanked my arm. But I got out of the hold.
"Delilah!" The rain started coming harder. I sat down back in passenger seat and folded my arms. He pulled off the closest exit and pulled to the closest gas station.
My eyes where clammy and he could tell. He hugged me over the middle console. I cried into his arms.
"Just think about this Delilah, you told me not even two months ago that you wanted to be a Dallas. I want to be able to give you that." He looked at me throw his tears.
"I'm not a secret anymore." He whipped under my left eye.
"You never were suppose to be." The car got quite. All you could hear was my sobs and the rain coming down on the windshield.
"Yes I am Cameron Dallas. I want a normal life. I want a normal relationship. I don't want this anymore." The tears were coming from all four eyes in this car. The sniffs coming from my nose were the loudest thing to hear.
"I'm breaking up with you Cameron. "
"I never want to see you again." He said and shattered my heart. The same came from me. I didn't want to see him ever again anyways. He let me go. And drove off.

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Across The Hall
RandomLove triangles, mean words, sex, alcohol, and babies? A story of two girl just trying to find love.