The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 3 - Sick

I flicker my eyes open and stare at the end of my white and blue bed covers. I groan and roll on my side as I feel really sick and light headed. I think I have a headache coming on.

I slowly walk downstairs, squinting and holding my head.
"What's wrong with you?" Kylie sneers as she stands at the bottom of the stairs wearing skinny jeans with rips in, her hair up in a scruffy pony tail, and wearing a off one shoulder brown thin jumper.
"I feel so rough," I groan rubbing my head as I feel my head thumping. I feel like someone's gotten a hammer and they're banging on my forehead.
"You look it," she says looking me up and down. She smiles and then walks off into the kitchen. Don't you just love getting compliments? Note my sarcasm..

I walk into the kitchen very slowly and I go to the fridge and get the milk out. I switch on the kettle and stick my face over the spout as the warm steam comes up. I feel the steam heat up my face and then I move away. I grab the teabag and then pour the hot water in.

"Erm exusce me? Why are you still in your pyjamas young lady?" Mom says sharply as she walks in the kitchen. I hate it when she says 'young lady' because she sounds kinda snobby and it makes me feel like I'm in trouble. I probably am but ah well, I'm freaking use to it due to the fact that I have a sister like Kylie, who dobs on me 24/7 just to make me look like the bad child.

"I don't feel very well mom, do you mind if I stay at home?" I ask squinting.
"Ha. No. Nice try young lady -"
"Can you stop saying that please?"
"I can say whatever I want thank you very much! And if you think you're staying at home then you can think again!"
"But I feel really ill mom."
"You're going to school whether you like it or not!"
"Can I have a ride then?"
"No! You can walk or cycle. Don't be so lazy!" Lazy? I cycle every day, where as Kylie drives to school! She's calling me lazy? I cycle everywhere and Kylie drives everywhere, but oops I forgot, she's the perfect child and I'm not. I groan and walk up the stairs back to my room with my cup of tea.

I'm not going to bother with my looks today because I'll probably come home ill anyway, so there's no point in looking my best. I don't wear makeup anyway, and my fashion sense isn't the best but I do kinda try. I'm not like Kylie though, I don't take school like its a fashion show. She wears makeup and she dresses nicely and everything, but mom just says 'she is making an effort and maybe you should'. It kinda hurts actually, that mom says that. I know I don't have the best fashion sense, which is probably why I don't get much attention to be honest, but hey.

I walk out the door wearing boot leg sport type of trousers, a white tshirt, white trainers and a grey zip up hoodie. I sit on my bike and wait for me to stop feeling dizzy before I start cycling to school.

The time I actually get to school, I'm late. I'm 10 minutes late. I speed walk to my math class then stop half way through the corridor, bending over and holding my knees as I catch my breath back and concentrate on the floor and wait for it to stop spinning. I hear someone walking towards me, and then I see shoes infront of me. I look up and see its Cameron. Oh shit. So just when I'm looking my worst, I have to see him? For God sake.

"Late again?" He says. I nod my head and stand up straight, rubbing my sweaty forehead. Great, I'm even sweating. I bet I look a right state right now.
"Are you okay?" He asks frowning as I lean my head back on the lockers behind me, really out of breath and feeling like I might boff.
"Not really. Mom forced me to come to school though," I say slowly with a shaky breath.
"Do you want me to walk you to the nurse?" He asks concerned.
"I'll be okay," I say smiling with my mouth open so I can still try and catch my breath. Why am I so out of breath? I bet I look also so unfit!

I slowly start walking to the nurses office and suddenly everything goes blurred. The walls feel like they're closing in. I suddenly hit the floor with a thud. Woah. Black out..