Bad Boy. (A Cameron Dallas dirty fanfiction)

-Chapter 1-

I throw my pillow across the room at an attempt to destroy that wretched alarm clock on my dresser.

"Thank god it's Friday" I think to my self making the day a little less painful. I slipped on a fresh pair of pink lace panties with a black bando. I sat at my desk putting on some light concealer with a bit of mascara and brush back my hazel brown hair. I throw on a loose X-men muscle tee with some tight ripped black skinny jeans. I looked in the mirror and admired my ass for a minute. It looked great that day. But then I checked out my boobs and realized they weren't actually there. I was cursed with a chest so flat i'd have to tattoo "front" on them so you'd now which side is which.

I'm just glad I had my best friend Angie whenever I'm stressing. I gave her a call to come pick me up for school.

"Wazzup bitch" I say with a joking smirk on my face.
"Well well it's little hoe bag Lexi. You eat breakfast yet?"
"No." I respond.

"Well hurry the fuck up, I'll be there in five. Love ya!" I quickly grabbed a banana and slid on some black vans then head out the door with my backpack. I see Angie pull up in her beat up volts wagon from like 1982.

"I told you to grab breakfast not a dildo. You're just lucky I stopped by Starbucks." She said holding up the caramel frappe just calling my name.

"You see, this is why we're best friends." We arrive in first period and I plop down in my seat in front of Angie. But at the usually empty seat where I usually get to put my stuff there was this dumb ass sitting in my chair.

"Class, we have a new student. Cameron, would you like to introduce yourself?" Mrs. Peterson said. And then the dumb ass turned around and stood up, and zayyyumm he can sit wherever he wants, do whatever he wants.. Or Whoever he wants..

"Cameron Dallas. Just moved here from Cali."

"Who would be so stupid to move into this hell hole." I said with a witty smirk.

"Miss. Goldstein! I expect you have more manners than that. Apologize to Cameron immediately.

"Sorry that you're stuck here." I apologized. Cameron gave me a flirty smile back and took his seat.

" So why did you come to this bullshit school anyway?" I ask Cameron

"Well my parents kinda don't know what to do with me anymore. I got kicked out of 3 schools in 5 years so they just kinda left me here with my grandparents down on Georgetown road." He brushed his fingers through his hair which almost made me melt. He could cut me with a jawline that sharp.

"Oooo I guess we got a bad ass on the block. I live on Georgetown too I guess I'll see you around."

"I'll definitely remember a face like that." He said as I my cheeks turned red. After school I was walking home and saw Cameron across the street looking fine as ever.

"Hey Alexa right?" He asked.

"It's lex."

"Ha you're cute lex. Where you going?"

"Home. Netflix. Keeping up with the Kardashians."

That's like me favorite show. Cameron replied with a lot of sarcasm in his voice. I laugh and pull back my hair.

"Come watch it with me."

"Stranger danger but... Maybe I can make this one exception. You can see my new place." He put his arm around me and we laughed and joked the whole way to his house.. Only two houses down from mine."My grandparents are away at some cruise won't be home til Monday. Kardashians here we come!"
Cameron says with a weird amount of excitement in his voice. I laugh.

"Oh my god you're such a dork." He starts laughing and swings me around playfully until we're both on the couch panting, his warm breath on me and we were just so close together I could feel the way of his chest against mine and he leaned in with so much passion I grabbed his luscious brown locks of hair as his fingers trailed along my face. It felt so good I wanted him so bad but a pulled away. I pushed him off of me amd left him speechless sitting there on his couch.

"I have to go." I say abruptly as I grab my book bag and head out the door.
I walked a few houses down and just cried to myself alone. I felt something too strong between me and Cameron. I had to repress it. This couldn't happen again. I loved my boyfriend. I loved him. I really really loved him. Maybe. Maybe I loved him. I couldn't wait I needed to see him. I needed to tell him.