The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 4- Music Partners

I open up my locker and stare at the inside of the door that looks rather empty. Everyone else has decorated the inside of theirs so I'm gonna do the same, good thing I bought posters in my bag.

I get out a small picture of Rihanna out my bag, a small picture of Ariana Grande and a picture of the Janoskians. They're all my idols. I get a small mirror I bought especially for my locker, out my bag and I stick it to the inside door. I smile to myself as I'm pretty proud of the decoration skills that went into that. I nod my head smiling at it and then someone stands next to me and says,
"Finally decorated your locker? Looks good." I turn around and see Cameron stood by my side. I smile and go to talk to him but he keeps looking around. That's odd.
"Are you looking for someone or something?" I ask weirdly. I watch as he's like a meerkat but trying not to make it so obvious. He looks back at me and smiles,
"See you in music class loser," he says winking and then walking off. I laugh and roll my eyes but then I see Lindsay and her two followers by her side. I like to call them the Plastics, because they remind me of the girls from Mean Girls the film, plus they kinda look similar.
"Awh, Cameron called you a loser? I guess it's just that. Well. He does speak the truth. You are a loser. And you can try flirt all you want, but can't you see? He's not interested in you. A skank loser like you? Why would he be interested in you?" Lindsay smirks to me. I guess she's right. Why would a popular guy go for a sore loser like me? I can flirt but it doesn't mean he wants to flirt back. Why would he be interested in me? I mean, look at me.
"What made you say that?" I immediately reply.
"The way you looked and laughed at him when he walked off. I know that look. Trust me hunni. I don't want to be mean," she looks over her shoulder and her two musketeers and says,
"Girls, I'll meet you by the football field." The girls walk off giggling and whispering and smirking to each other. Lindsay turns around to me and sighs sympathetically,
"I just wanna help you. I don't want you to get hurt like I have before. He's a player, and he's a tease. He's just a bad boy. He's a real bad boy." I look at her as she smiles at me and places one hand on my shoulder. She seems serious. She seems upset and sympathetic at the same time. Maybe I could become popular with her? She's being nice and if I be nice back, then who knows, I could make friends with her! She's a bitch, but I could learn to be like Kylie, and be two faced. Be nice to Lindsay's face but bitch about her to myself in my mind. This could work!

I sit down in my grey seat and get out my notepad from my rucksack and place it on the desk. The whole class has just been left to get on with their class assignment, the product we have to produce.

I read through my last song I wrote and I sing it in my head. It's actually really good, not wanting to boast but it is.

I look up from the notepad and see Cameron walk in 15 minutes late.
"Why are you late?!" The teacher snaps to him.
"Trust me, you don't wanna know," Cameron says winking to me. He takes a seat next to me and then throws his head back,
"What are we suppose to be doing?" Ugh. He seems like a normal boy. Well he is a normal boy. He's a normal, very popular boy. It's just I'm not use to it. I'm not use to talking to boys let alone the most popular guy in the school. All the years above know him. All the old seniors. Everyone knows him. He knows everyone.
"Music assignment maybe?" I say sarcastically and not looking at him. He nods his head and stretches his legs out underneath the table and ends up kicking my leg. I wince in pain and he says rather quickly and panicked,
"Sorry!" I roll my eyes and say sarcastically,
"You should be." He smiles sweetly. I continue reading my song and he watches me closely. I feel myself getting the shivers as he stares at me in such a weird way.

I slowly press on some keys on the piano and think about what keys to use for what line of the song. Cameron is talking to Sir about why he's late. He hasn't told me either but then again, I haven't asked so why should he tell me. I'm not too bothered and I don't want to come across as nosey.