I couldn't believe she did that. After everything. We had been friends since 7th grade and she throws it all away like it doesn't matter.
///
I was running. Running away from all of them. I didn't exactly know where I was going, but I was starting to run out of energy and I knew I'd have to stop somewhere soon. But I didn't want to go home and I didn't want see people. As I ran I saw the old church that wasn't "in business" anymore, or whatever you say. Right behind it was a huge field and a little park with a giant tire swing and a slide. There was never anyone there so I decided to go there. I could sit, and try not to think about single one of them. God, I wanted to punch her right in the face. Bitch. I had never called her that before, but after all the crap I put up with from her I felt like yelling it straight to her face. As I neared the church I ran a little faster, and went through the field to the little park.
I threw myself onto the grass, breathing heavily. I brushed my fingers through the soft grass and just sat there for a moment, appreciating the peace and quite, and lack of people. I sat up and and took off my shoes, setting them in the grass next to me. I turned and laid down on to my stomach, picking at the grass and the tiny flowers growing beneath me. I thought for a second. Why? Why, why, why?!? I didn't deserve any of this. I had never done anything to her. My phone beeped in my pocket as I thought. I waited a second, then decided to take it out of my pocket and at least see who is was from.
Nick. I felt the tears start to leak out.
"It's not a big deal, we aren't together any more."
I took my phone and threw it onto the ground. Why me?! I didn't even care about him, the thing that was making my nerves burst was the fact that my bestest friend would do that to me. I started punching the ground. I grabbed my shoes and threw them at the tree that had the tire swing hanging from it. I put my face in my hands.
"What the fuck?!" I hear someone yell.
I immediately jump up. I see a boy jump up from the tire swing. How did I not see him sitting there?
"Are you, um, okay?" He starts to walk over to me and I can just barley see his face through the dark.
"Oh, um yeah. I'm fine. Sorry for throwing the shoes, I'm gonna go." I walk over to the tree and remove my shoes from the ground. As I start to walk away the boy pulls my arm.
"You, um, forgot you're phone." He points to the grass a few feet away. I walk over and pick it up. As I start to walk away again he pulls my arm again. This time though, we were closer, and I could clearly see his face. Cameron Dallas.
He was the bad boy at school. He has that whole "I don't give a fuck" vibe.
" Um, do you wanna talk about it?" He looked really nervous.
I thought for a second. Mabel it would be good to vent it all out to someone I'd never talked to before.
"Actually yes." I said. He walked over to the tire swing and sat down, I sat in the grass in front of it.
"So, um, why are you crying?" He asks.
"I'm not." I reply.
"You fucking bawling." He points out, rudely.
I roll my eyes. "It's a long story."
"I've got time."
"Okay, well um... I was dating this guy, Nick. Do you know him?" I look up at Cameron.
"He's that rich jock, who happens to be an ass right?"
"Right. Well after like three months of dating. He got angry because I wouldn't do everything he wanted me to do. So he broke up with me."
"He wanted you to have sex with him, huh?" He chuckled.
"NO!" I blush and look down, that actually was the reason we broke up. But Cameron Dallas didn't need to know that.
"Okayyyyyy. So is that why you're crying?" He asks, with a confused look on his face.
"Actually, no." I say staring right at him.
"Are you going to tell me why you're crying?" He asks.
"Can I sit in the tire swing?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes, "No."
"Why not?" I ask pouting a little,
"Well, you see, I'm sitting here."
"Smart ass huh?" I smile.
"You can sit on the side of my lap, it's a big tire." He says.
"That's weird."
"Why is it weird?"
I ignore him and get up. I sit on half of his leg. One of his arms were sorta around my side.
"Tell me why you're crying now." He demands.
"Well, my friend Kait, always flirted with him. She kissed every guy I liked and rubbed it in my face. So, exactly two days after he broke up with me, she went and slept with him. SLEPT WITH HIM." I put my face in my hands, crying a little bit. "So basically I'm just pissed at her."
"You and Kait were like inseparable right?"
"No, we weren't even that close. But she was still a friend." I lie. "I wasn't even mad about the fact that she slept with nick, it's the facts I literally just broke up with him, and a friend shouldn't do that."
"She sounds like a slut." Cameron says.
"She is." Is all I could manage to say.
We sit there for a second. Then he lifts me off his lap and gets up. He lays down on the grass and pats the open grass next to him. I lay.
"I like to lay down and just stare up at the stars. They look so beautiful, even though their dead. It's like society. We're all just dying, but nobody can see it."
I look at him," this is nice, I think I'm just gonna sleep here. If only I had a blanket and pillow. I don't wanna go home." I run onto my side, like I'm sleeping. I hear Cameron get up and I bolt up. "Don't leave."
"I'm not, I promise, il be right back."
I lay back down, closing my eyes. A minute passes and I feel a light soft blanket be placed over my body. I turn.
"Cameron..."
"I had a blanket in my car, if you wanna sleep here you can, I'll be right here to make sure you don't get kidnapped." He smiles at me. I don't think anyone has seen Cameron Dallas smile before. I smile back.
I close my eyes for a little while, then open them, sitting up. I take the blanket off myself and hand it to Cameron. "Thanks, a lot. But I really need to get home." I stand up then realize I don't know the way back.
"Need a ride home?" Cameron offers.
"Um, yes please." I say.
"Please?" Cameron laughs.
We get into his car and it's a silent drive to my house other then for me to navigate the way. Once we arrive I say goodbye and hop out. Sipping the tears off my face, I enter the house. Happy, and ready for some good ole sleep.
