Runaway Love

Chapter 12: Is this a date?

Tuesday. 'Tue' sounds like two, which stands for second, and could be translated into the second day of the school week, that's means only three more days left in hell. Has your mind officially been blown?

School sucked as usual, except a little less cause Anna was sick at home. Hope she feels better? Sadly, she spread her disgusting germs to me.

I crept down the stairs in my cartoon shark pajamas and matching slippers, as I rubbed my rosy red face to hopefully wipe away the tiredness. I sniffled through my Rudolph nose and let my messy bun fly around my head.

"You look...disastrous." Cameron chuckled, throwing a heaping of cereal in his mouth.

"If I'm sick now, you can sure as hell bet who's next." Cameron's face immediately dropped. He lifted his shirt collar up and blocked his mouth, as if to keep out my contagious disease. I let out a raspy laugh and entered the bathroom to get a tissue.

"Do you want me to stay home with you?" Yes, once again, I was missing school. But seriously, it's just...blah. I have to catch up for the four years that I missed, but only person who actually knows that is Cameron.

"No. I'm not gonna be doing anything interesting anyway." I exited the bathroom, blinked a few times before registering that I was now in the kitchen, then smiled creepily at Cameron who was placing his bowl in the sink.

"What are you doing?" He asked, backing away.

"I'm tired." I started heading towards the stairs, but only made it halfway before my legs gave out. I fell onto the floor with a groan and lied there, like a slug. I was too lazy to get up and finish my journey to the stairs, so I closed my eyes.

"Blaise..." Cameron ran over to me and bent down.

"I'm fine. Please let me sleep." I felt Cameron's warm breath down my neck and it was giving me chills. He patted my back softly.

"C'mon, let me help you up." Cameron's hand snuck around my waist, as I was thrown over his shoulder. I mumbled under my breath a series of random words, while we trudged up the stairs.

I don't really remember what happened next, except I'm pretty sure I fell asleep.

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I yawned, while stretching out my arms widely.

"Could you stop moving? Gosh, it's like you never stay still." I jumped out of bed in fright. At first, I couldn't tell who the heck was talking to me, but then I realized it was Cameron.

"Whoa, Bee, it's just me. Calm down." Cameron soothingly rubbed my back, as I took deep breaths.

"Sorry. I thought you were...um, someone else." Cameron's lips lifted into an evil smirk.

"I am someone else." Cameron grabbed his face and started peeling off a mask or something. My mouth opened in shock, as I hopped off the bed to run away.

I tore open the door to the room and bolted through the long hallway. I heard the rattling of footsteps trailing behind me. Whatever was following me, was NOT Cameron.

I felt it getting closer to me. By 'it' I mean death. A muddy hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder. I screamed so loud, I'm pretty sure the whole state heard it.

Suddenly, my eyes shot open and I was lying in bed next to Cameron, who was now trying to comfort me. Sweat was dripping down my face and my breathing wouldn't slow down at all.

It was all a dream. A silly dream about being chased. Classic nightmare, but it's over now. I think.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Cameron pulled me close to his chest, while I used all my strength left to relax.