Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Three

We got back in time for the rest of the day. My brother picked me up because my mom had to work late. After pecking Cameron on the cheek as we walk out, I get in the car. Collin looks at me.

"That's him, right?" He asks with an attitude.

"Yeah, let's go." I reply. He starts to unbuckle his seat belt but I stop him. "Seriously, it happened months ago. Let it go."

He rolls his eyes and drives off, making me hit the back of my head on the seat. I don't know what his problem is. It happened so long ago, no one's even mad about it anymore.

When we get home, I go upstairs and start my homework. Halfway through, my phone buzzes. I look over and see Dylan calling me. I contemplate whether I should answer it or not. After about 4 rings, I slide my finger left and put the phone to my ear.

"Hey."

"Hey, Leighton, you busy?" He asks.

I look down at the homework that I'm procrastinating to finish. "Nope. What's up?"

"I need someone to penny board with? Join me?" I smile and accept.

I don't bother changing because it's actually nice outside besides the breeze that comes through every once in a while. I grab my nickel board and walk downstairs.

Collin looks away from the TV and stares at me. "Going to go meet your precious boyfriend?"

I glare at him, twitching from anger. "No." I start towards the door but his words stop me.

"Where are you going then?"

"Collin it doesn't matter, I'll be back, okay?"

"Leighton." He pauses his movie and stands from the cough. "Seriously, I just want you to be safe."

"I'm meeting a friend." I say after a few seconds of silence.

He eyes me up and down before walking to the kitchen. "Don't be like Garrett." He mumbles while opening a water bottle. He doesn't even look at me.

I want to throw my nickel board at the back of his head. How dare he tell me not to be like my dad. My shitty, horrible dad. He doesn't know anything. He hasn't been with me since we lived in Indiana. He can't tell me to not be like someone I despise. He knows I would never be like him. I wouldn't drive someone over the wall of insanity until they fear every time their phone rings.

I stomp out of the house and slam the door, heart pounding like assembly drums in my ear. I get on my board and start riding where Dylan told me to go. I may be riding and the wind may be blowing, but I can't get what Collin said out of my head. I almost take a wrong turn thinking too hard on it.

I finally get to the address Dylan sent. It's a frozen yogurt place. I smile to myself because he must have known I love frozen yogurt. I'm about to walk in when a voice calls my name.

I turn to see Dylan riding towards me on his penny board. Somehow, his wheels hit something and he jerks to a stop - well at least his board does. He, on the other hand, starts tumbling towards me. I put my hands out but that helps nothing because his weight overpowers me and we both fall back onto a metal table, hurting the lower part of my back.

"Ow ow ow ow..." I say as we catch our breath.

"I'm sorry, are you okay? I'm so sorry..." He starts feeling my back. "Are you okay? Oh my god, I'm always hurting you, Jesus Christ."

"I'm fine.." I murmur, limping up right.

"I think you're bleeding." He tells me.

My hands travel to my back and I feel a bit of skin coming off. I shiver from disgust. "I think I should get some napkins."

"Yeah, I'll get you some."

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I'm eating the frozen yogurt with M&M toppings that Dylan gave me. He keeps staring at me like he did something wrong. I can't say it was his fault.

After putting a spoonful of frozen deliciousness into my mouth, I say to him, "Stop staring at me like that."

"I can't help it, I feel bad."

"It wasn't your fault." I convince.

"It was and you know it. Stop being nice, Leighton." He mumbles with a sour gummy worm in his hand. He tears the head off and looks away.

"Well I'm not mad." He stares up at me. I think he'll look away after a few seconds, so I hold eye contact.

His eyes sparkle from the sun coming in through the window. They look so soft. I sincerely feel like they're glistening. That or I'm seeing things. It's like he's floating on clouds or he wants to be and he only needs me to go with him. Everything about his face is a work of art. His jawline perfectly lined. Eyes, not too narrow or too round. The small moles perfectly scattered on his cheeks and jaw. He's seemingly perfect and it's sin to say, or even think such raw things. Because to think that would be like telepathically cheating on my boyfriend.

"Leighton." A voice not belonging to Dylan calls me. I blink out of my phase and look around. Cameron's standing over the two of us, giving me an odd look. "You okay?"

I stand awkwardly, hitting the metal table and making the chair screech on the way up. Now I feel like I got caught virtually cheating.

"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" My voice cracked halfway through but I made it out alive.

"My sister wanted some frozen yogurt." He stares down to Dylan. "Dylan, right?"

I give Cameron a double take with the craziest expression on my face. He must be high. He has to be, otherwise he'd be going completely ballistic that me and some guy were having a steamy stare session.

Dylan stands to his feet, and for a moment, an odd thought flashes across my mind. Maybe Dylan's going to punch Cameron dead in the face and make me run away with him. Odd, I know, but not impossible.

The punching never happens, though. Dylan, instead, holds his hand out for a handshake. And Cameron, oddly enough, gives him one. Now my mind has a right to feel foggy. Because he never does this. He never accepts me being with any other being of the opposite sex. It's just not in his nature. Or maybe he turned over a new leaf and I'm just adapt to him being so protective. But would that make me a bad person, then? For thinking that my boyfriend doesn't trust me? This is too weird, I need to stop this.

"I didn't know you had a sister, Cam." I say but end up rudely interrupting, which wasn't intended.

Cameron laughs, anyway, because I think he loves me way too much. "Yeah, Leighton, her name's Sierra."

I smile and look around for the only sign of another being that looks like Cameron. I see a girl with the exact same shade of brown hair except ten times longer, over near the counter. She's a little shorter than Cameron. She turns slightly to her left and I swear she resembles Cameron. Gold must be in his dads sperm or something, because his whole family's perfect.

"Hey, Leighton. I'm sorry to cut this short but my manager wants me to fill in..." Dylan starts to slowly stand.

"Yeah, no that's fine. I had fun, Dyl."

He smiles, cheeks slightly turning pink from my nick name for him. "I'll call you later. Sorry about your back." I hug him and he walks out.

Cameron looks over at me, and that's when I think this is it, this is the moment he goes belligerent, but he doesn't. He simply looks at me with that same odd, yet calm, expression. "What happened to your back?"

I shake my head and laugh a little. "You busy? You want to walk with me maybe?"

He smiles and slings his arm around me. "Let me get my fro yo first, woman."

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A/N: If you love Cameron Dallas or Joe Sugg, keep reading ☟

THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING! Not much to say hah sorry I never upload :/ this story's actually getting reads omg lol never thought that'd happen. Well time to shower. I'm gonna start the next chapter later(:

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