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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

~Camerons POV~

I don't like Ameila. Boom, okay? I said it.

I had fun on the date but I can't find myself to like her. Before I took her home, she kissed me. ON THE LIPS.

Alright, I can't lie. She's a good kisser. But I like someone else. And if your smart you would've already guessed it was Brooklyn.

Speaking of her, why was she so rude. It's probably because I stole her away from her father. I guess that was rude of me.

But now, the problem is how am I gonna break it to Ameila that I don't like her. She seems she has interest. It would totally break her heart if I just used her to make another girl jealous. Maybe I should just go with the plan I told Brooklyn.

I opened my phone and texted the number Ameila gave me.

Me:
Amelia?

Amelia😐:
Hey Cameron!

Me:
Can I ask you a question?

Ameila😐:
You just did?
Jk, go ahead!

Me:
You said you had fun tonight, and I was wondering if we could take... Us, to the next level

Ameila😐:
Omg!! Are you asking me to date you?

Me:
I guess so, What do you say?

Ameila😐:
Yes!!!

Am I taken now? I don't know how this relationship stuff works. I think I am now. Great...

I shut my phone off and layed on my bed.

'This is one day gonna go horribly wrong' was my last thought before I dozed off.

~The next day ~

I woke the next morning.

I got up from bed and went to my bathroom. I looked in my mirror, my hair was messy. I ran my fingers through it a bit a fixed it up. Time to take a shower.

I took my shower and put on my uniform. I brushed my teeth a washed my faced. I then went downstairs and greeted my sister.

"Morning, Ciara" I said.

"Good morning, Cami."

" Can you have a meal prepared by the time I get home? "

" Uhhh, sure" She said moving her eyes back to the tv screen.

I sighed knowing that she wouldn't do it. I just put my shoes on, and got ready to leave. I shouldn't wait for Brooklyn, should I?

I walked past her house and walked to school.

I opened the school doors to be greeted by my new girlfriend, Ameila.

"Hey, Cameron!" she gave me a kiss on the cheek, "how's your morning?"

A small blush fell onto my face. "My morning was fine, what about yours?" I smiled at her.

" Mine was good. But when I saw you, it got better "

I smiled at her cheesy catch phrase. Then she grabbed my hand and we walked to class together.