The bad boy (Taylor Caniff fan fic)

Meeting Cam

I wake up sweat dotting my forehead, the tears rolling down my face as I stare at the ceiling. 

Why must all good things come to an end? 

Wrapping my blanket around me, I step out of my bed avoiding the mirror. 

Knowing I am already late for school, I make no effort to be fast as I get ready. 

I grab a hoodie out of my closet, that reads: 

        Dear God, Can I please be best friends with Niall Horan? 

Matching it with a pair of white skinny jeans and my black uggs. 

I release a big breath of air as I start to walk over to the mirror, grimacing at my reflection. 

How did I ever let myself get this bad? 

I was skinnier than I have ever been, the bags under my eyes have gotten darker, my eyes really red from so much crying, and my face was really pale. 

Not even going to mention the makeup smeared all over my face from crying and how my hair was knotted into the messy bun I threw my hair into last night. 

I let my hair down and it instantly bounced with natural waves, the knots still clearly visible. 

I ran a brush through it, hissing in pain as I pulled some of my hair out. 

I washed off my face and noticed how my face was even more pale without the make up. 

I put on some bronzer and mascara before calling it good. 

I ran to the door, grabbing my purple converses and slipping them on I was out the door. 

*At School* 

I walk through the empty halls, running my fingers across the cold metal of the lockers. 

In musicals this is where the main character starts singing but I don't really sing and this isn't a musical. 

I watch the ground, counting the tiles as the my shoes squeaked across them. 

I looked up to see I was in the wrong hallway, way past my locker. 

I must of been really lost in thought. 

I turn around to walk to my locker when I hear a sudden noise from behind me. 

Turning around to see where it came from, My eyes landing on Taylor and..Amber? 

I feel the tears sting the back of my eyes, begging to come out. 

Of all the girls he whores around with, he whores around with the girl he swore he'd NEVER touch! 

I turn around and feel the anger bubble up inside of me. 

I couldn't help it, I punched the locker beside me and I knew I had their attention. 

I didn't care though. 

        "Riley?" Taylor asks walking toward me. 

        "Don't" I whisper holding my hand up to stop him. 

I look up at him, I know he sees the tears in my eyes. 

        "You've hurt me in every way possible." I start and he tries to interject but I stop him, "You lie to me, you say you love me but you hook up with the person who you knew hurt me more than anyone ever has, the person you PROMISED NEVER TO HOOK UP" I yell the last part, the tears slipping down my face.