Broken (Cameron Dallas)

✖️Chapter Nine✖️

💋✖️Ashlynn's POV✖️💋
*unedited

As soon as I step foot into the school everyone looks at me. I had a band-aid on my forhead, I tried my best to cover it with my bangs, and my hand wrapped in a bandage. Not to mention I was wearing a sweater as well. I try to get to my locker as quickly as possible, being called names by Brittany and her bitch squad. When I reach my locker I look at my schedule, my eyes watering slightly.

Health. Great.

Health was probably my least favourite subject, besides P.E. I grab my Health duotang and start walking to class, trying to ignore the stares from everyone around me. When I pass Dawson's locker, I get a burning feeling in my chest. Cameron and Dawson were there talking, about me? I'll never no for sure, I just made the assumption due to the fact that as soon as I was in hearing range, they stopped talking. I look down as I walk past them, not wanting to seem snoopy. And because I didn't want to see neither of them. But I couldn't help but glance at Cam to see his gaze was fixed on my hand and my forehead.

I reach my classroom, to see Meghan was here also. Since when was she in my Health class? When she see's me, she waves me over. I hesitantly walk over and take the desk beside her.

"What happened to your hand, and your forehead?" She asks. I glance at my right, bandaged hand.
"I-I fell down the stairs," I lie, pulling my sleeves over my hands, wincing slightly in pain.
"Oh, ouch," she replies, the bell ringing afterwards. Students flood into the classroom, as well as Cameron and Nash. A spark of relief hits me when I notice Dawson wasn't in this class.

Thank God.

Cameron sits in the desk on my other side, I tense. I'd be dumb if I didn't know he'd question me about my injuries, so I mentally prepared for answering his questions.

After our teacher gives us our lecture, we get started on making our food guide posters. That's when Cam started to quiz me.

"What happened to your wrist?" His breathe so close to my face makes me jump, not realizing he was just trying to whisper in my ear.
"I fell down the stairs," I reply quietly, sticking with my 'stairs' lie.
"Oh," he replies simply.
"Hey Ashlynn," Meghan buds in. I look over at her. "Oh sorry to interrupt your conversation, anyways, I was wondering if you're going to Brittany's party next week?"
"Uhm..." I stutter.
"Ya Ashlynn, you should come, it'll be fun," Cam adds. I look at him with unsureness in my eyes, and he instantly saw it. But he still kept pushing it. "It'll be fun," he repeats, "trust me."

Trust him.
Is he serious?!
Is he fucking serious?!?!?!

Cameron keeps his steady gaze on my eyes, as I try to avoid it.
"I-I'll think about it..." I say trying to stop this conversation. Cam nods and returns to his work.
"We'll go dress shopping after school!" Meghan exclaims excitedly.
"I-I can't I'm working today after school," I say truthfully.
"Okay, tomorrow then," she says simply going back to her work. I do the same with a silent sigh. What did I get myself into...

***

School comes to an end and I start packing up my bag. As I grab my bag I feel myself being forcefully pushed into my locker. If it wasn't for my reflexes I would of smashed my head into my locker. I turn around to see Dawson snickering as he exits the school. Sighing, I pull my hair back and pull my sleeves down. Then I reach on my tip-toes for my other bag that was in the top cubby, that someone obviously purposely put there. I keep reaching until suddenly an arm grabs it from behind me, I was about the turn around and scream at the person, thinking it was Dawson or one of his friends. But instead I turn to see Cam handing my bag to me.