Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Part 20

Camerons POV:

I don't love her. I do, but I can't.

How can you forgive someone that tries to have sex with your best friend?

I have gone back to talking to Melissa and her friends. I'm just trying to get my mind off of Megan.

Yeah Melissa is a bitch and sort of a slut, but I just need a distraction.

I just can't stop thinking about her.

What if she has gone back to cutting? What if she try's to kill herself?

I saw her in the hallways and she looked awful. I just want to go kiss her in the rain or something.

I shouldn't have yelled at her like I did. I know I was mad but, she is so fragile.

If I know that I'm the reason she is cutting again I will dead inside.

I would never wish that apon anyone.

I miss her so much. Her hair, her eyes, the way she opens up to you, her hugs, her small body, her hands. I just want her again.

I could have talked it out with her or I could have just told her to get out.

Wait. No. She did this to herself. She is the one that came onto Nash. She never loved me if she tried to bang Nash.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone buzzing.

Mel: you're picking me up at 6 right cam?

Oh yeah. I forgot I had to take Melissa to the mall.

C: yeah. I'm on my way now.

I typed since it is 5:50.

I grab my keys and wallet and go to my car.

As I drive down my road I pass Megan's house and see her on the porch sitting in a little ball.

How could she be so sad if she did it? It's all her fault.

I look away and continue to drive to Melissa's house.

Once I pull in I see her walk out. Her blonde hair is teased and she is wear a low cut shirt and shorts that go up her crotch. Typical.

She gets into the car.

"Hey babe." She says winking at me.

"Hello." I smile.

I pull out and begin to drive to the mall.

We get there and she rushes to the door.

"So where are we going?" I ask.

"Well. I really need to go to Victoria's Secret. You don't mind. Do you?" She says biting her lip.

"Nope." I answer.

We walk to the store and she goes straight to where she needed to go.

"You wouldn't mind if I try on some lingerie. Right?" She asks.

"I guess not." I'm now uncomfortable.

She picks out the ones she wants and goes to the back.

I sit on a chair near the dressing rooms.

After a while I hear her squeaky little voice.

"Aw I love it. Tell me what you think?" I hear the door open and she stands there in barely anything.

"It's fine." I say.

"Just fine?"

"It looks good on you."

"Good. Because I bought it for you."

She pins me to the wall and begins to kiss my neck.

I push her off, disgusted.

"What the hell is your problem?" She whines.

"I don't want to do that." I roll my eyes.

"So you want me full on naked? Some boys are hard to please." I see her start to take off whatever she is wearing.

"No! God! You slut!" I yell.

"Any boy would so want this. Ever since you dated that suicidal chick you are all different. She doesn't want you Cameron. I want you." She says.

I storm out of the store and begin to walk to my car.

I quickly get in and drive away.

She is right, though. Megan doesn't want me.