the babysitter⇝c.d

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❁ luna

i dialed charlie's number, putting the phone up to my ear.

"hellloo?"

"can i stay over tonight? my parents are throwing a party that i don't want to be apart of."

"well, we're going to san diego tonight."

"take me with you!"

"i don't think i can. sorry, lu."

"its fine. but if i die of boredom, im leaving a note for the police saying it was your fault." i joked.

she laughed, "bye." she hung up.

there goes my shot at having fun with my best friend.

i turned on my tv, cleaning up my room to get ready for a marathon on netflix: AHS and SVU.

i turned the lights off and laid on my bed.

i saw a boy enter my room, "dude, what the hell are you doing here?"

"looking for a bathroom." he chuckled. he sounded like he was my age.

"are you cameron?" i stood up, walking towards him.

"are you psychic?" he smiled, walking past me and sitting on my bed.

"well cameron, i specifically put a sign that said 'bathroom' on the bathroom door, which you passed by."

"yeah i saw it. but i wanted to see what this room was." he kept smiling.

his smile annoyed the hell out of me, considering he was hot and i was angry.

"can you please go? im not open for company."

"are you watching netflix?"

"yeah, why?"

he chuckled, "you're the definition of every other chick at school."

at this point, i was ready to slap him.

"get out of my room." i pointed to the door.

"why? i was just starting to have fun." he laughed, walking towards me.

"i wasnt, so leave."

"you're beautiful." he looked me up and down, cupping my cheek.

i was so confused and i didn't like the thought of him calling me beautiful after insulting me.

it was dumb.

he let go of my cheek, "but you're annoying."

"im annoying?!" i grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving.

"yeah that's what i said."

"you wanna know what's annoying? that fucking smile you have planted on your face every 2 seconds."

"you like me, don't you?"

"no, you're a rude, annoying hu-"

he smashed his lips into mine, grabbing my waist to pull me closer.

i wanted to resist but i somehow couldn't. i didn't want to kiss him, but i didn't want to stop either.

i had just met him and he seemed to be a douche, but he was hot.

he stopped kissing me to smile at me, "that shut you up. if you don't like me then why didn't you stop?"

"i-" he placed his finger to my lips.

"shh." he smiled, before leaving my room.

i wanted to cry for so many reasons. i was confused, frustrated, embarrassed, annoyed and curious.

it's like he had put a spell on me that made me intrigued by him.

his touch, his taste, and his compassion. if he even had any.

i wanted him to come back, but how bad would i look going downstairs, pulling him back to my room just because im curious?

at least i know one thing about cameron dallas.