Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty Eight

"Cameron that doesn't make sense." I complain as he paces off quickly. "But .. wait that means they did know you."

"This is why I didn't wanna tell you. I knew you'd overreact."

"But that's strange. That just doesn't make sense to me."

"Good." He cuts me off and turns around, making me stop on my heels. "I don't want to talk about it anyways." He speeds off, leaving me standing there, confused.

*After School*

I walk out to Cameron's car and lean against it, since he's my only hope of actually getting home. I can't stop thinking about the news he dropped on me earlier. How could he not be thinking about it? How is it possible that some mysterious gang is stalking Cameron and now possibly me? Who would want to hurt Cameron? And does the reason have to do with me? All of it just makes my head spin. Is this why I had pressure on my head? God, I hate not knowing what's going to happen.

After about twenty minutes I consider walking, but I see him pace out of the double doors of the school. He scratches his scalp and looks up, caught off guard by me leaning against his car with an impatient look on my face. He stops in the bus lane and let's his jaw drop.

"Leighton I'm so sorry. I forgot I gave you a ride today." I raise my eyebrows, only speaking through my expressions. He paces towards me, adding, "I had to make up some work, I'm so sorry." He leans in to kiss me, but I move away.

I stomp to the other side of the car and jerk the door open. Once we're both inside, he puts the key in the ignition but doesn't start it. He gives me the usual 'I'm not moving until you talk to me' look. I cross my arms defiantly and look out the window. Dark clouds roll over the once happy sun shining it's wonderful UV rays on us. We sit there until rain drop after rain drop falls. It starts to hit my window, making me it harder and harder for me to focus.

Finally he lets his finger drag hair behind my ear, revealing my face. "Are you gonna talk to me?"

I move my face away and he huffs, letting his hand fall. He starts the car and pulls off.

The ride is silent, which only makes me think about what happened more. I want him to bring it up. I want him to ask if we should talk about it. I want it and I feel like he doesn't care if I want it. If I brung it up I'd only be bothering him. It's better if I don't understand. It's better if it doesn't make sense to me. And that's not fair.

"I should've walked," I mumble to myself. I didn't really mean to say it out loud, it kind of just slipped out. But I guess I can't take it back now, especially if I meant it.

He pulls over, parks the car, and unlocks the doors before staring over at me. I stare at him for a good five seconds before reaching for my bag. He grabs my wrist, making me stop.

"What's wrong with you? I didn't think you were actually going to get out. It's pouring raining, Leighton."

"It's better than sitting in this car with awkward silence over our heads."

"I didn't think it was awkward." He pouts, letting my wrist go. I frown and look out the window. "I know you wanna talk about it, but I don't."

"But don't you want to hear what I have to say?"

"No, Leighton because I know what you're going to say." He firmly states. "You're going to try and figure this out, then get mad and do something stupid."

"Is that what you think I'm gonna do?"

"I know that's what you're going to do." He confirms with no emotion in his eyes. My anger rumbles in my chest. I want to throw a chair. Hit him with a desk. Beat him with a rock. Something. He knows too, so he looks forward, putting the car in drive and driving off.

We finally get home and all I want to do is scream and leave the car, but I don't. Cameron parks the car and looks over at me.

"I'm sorry-" I put my hand up and cut him off.

"You belittled me, Cameron." He doesn't say anything. Just looks down, shamefully. "And that hurts." I begin to exit the car when his words startle me.

"I'm scared." I stop and turn around to look at him. "I don't know who those guys were, or what they wanted, but I just don't want them coming over your house and hurting you."

He fully has my attention now. "Who do you think they were?"

"I don't know, but they knew my name and I don't know how."

"Well maybe we should call the police?" I suggest, holding his hand that starts to tremble.

"What good is that? It happened so long ago, what are they gonna get arrested for. Driving down your block?" His rudeness hurts, but he's right. I bite my lip and look at the rain that pats the window softly.

I intertwine our hands as the worst thought comes to mind. "You think it has to do with my dad?"

He dreads looking into my eyes. I can practically hear him swallow down spit. "Let's just stop talking about it." He suggests, looking away, seemingly guilty.

"Cameron."

"It's nothing." He brushes me off as I keep trying to find out what's so heinous that he can't tell me. "That's enough mystery for one day, okay Nancy Drew?"

I laugh as he kisses my cheek. "Now stop being mad at me." He demands, still close to my face. I smile and lock eyes with him. His pupils search my face until they find what they're looking for. My lips. He leans in slowly and I feel his cold breath hit the entrance of my lips. His hand caresses my face before sliding down to my stomach.

I giggle, feeling my body freeze, the same it did the first time he ever layed hands on me. "Cameron," I warn, gripping his fingers and pushing them away. But he's too strong, so they ultimately end up back on my body. "Not here, in the back of your car." I laugh at how non-classy he tends to be.

"Fine, lets go inside." He reaches for the door handle but I laugh and stop him.

"No, my brother's home."

"I'll be quiet." He slyly smirks.

"When are you ever quiet. Cameron I'm leaving now." I start to leave the car but he grabs me and kisses me again.

"I love you," he says close to my lips.

"I love you too."
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A/N: Sorry this chapter sucks .