𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

when he confesses

how did he confess his feelings for you?
short answer: at one of your school's at-home football games

how it played out:
— cameron sat in the student section of the bleachers, his gaze shifting uneasily between the football field and the crowd. he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration gnawing at him, knowing that y/n's attention would be divided between him and the game. "stupid game," he muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping nervously against his thigh. he's one clingy bastard.

his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a booming voice. cameron's jaw clenched as he recognized just who it was—brian, who was now making his way towards them. he remembered all too well the confrontation they had a while back over brian's disrespectful comments about y/n, prompting cameron's gaze to darken.

brian swaggered over, his cocky grin widening as he caught sight of y/n. he rudely shoved past cameron, who bristled with indignation but held his temper in check for y/n's sake. "hey there, sweetheart," brian drawled, leaning in a little too close for cameron's liking. "couldn't help but notice you here all by yourself. mind if i keep you company?"

cameron's fists clenched at his sides as he watched brian's blatant attempt to flirt with y/n. he could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside him, threatening to spill over. but he forced himself to stay calm, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the crowded bleachers. according to the principal, if he got into another fight, then he'd get a three-day suspension or even be expelled, both things he didn't want because it meant that cameron's time with y/n would be almost cut in half.

y/n awkwardly laughed. "um, actually, i'm here with cameron," she replied, gesturing toward him.

brian's smirk faltered for a split second before he regained his composure. "ah, right. cameron, didn't see you there," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he glanced back at him. "well, i'm sure he doesn't mind me hitting on you. after all, this is just a friendly competition." cameron's eyes widened—how dare he of all people try and out him of his feelings for you? the blond's grip tightened as he fought to keep his temper in check.

he knew brian was just trying to get a rise out of him, but it was working. "y/n can make her own choices," he said through gritted teeth, shooting brian a warning glare, both telling him to get the hell out of here and not to try anything with y/n ever again.

brian chuckled dismissively, brushing off cameron's words like they were nothing. "sure thing, man," he said, turning his attention back to y/n. "but if you ever get tired of this guy, you know where to find me." with that, he left but glanced back over his shoulder one last time as he walked away, catching y/n's eye with a smirk before his gaze shifted to cameron since he wondered what type of look that loser had on his face. instead, what he saw made a chill run down his spine.

cameron's eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. the hostility in that gaze was unmistakable, "fucking psycho." brian couldn't help but mutter this under his breath before finally turning his attention away and disappearing into the crowd.

y/n, unaware of the silent exchange, gently grabbed cameron's shoulder to turn him around, breaking him out of his intense stare. as he looked down at her, his expression softened, the anger dissipating into something more tender.

"what was that all about? with you two being competition?" y/n asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

cameron hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he searched for the right words. he didn't want to worry y/n or ruin their time together with his jealousy-fueled thoughts. "it was nothing," he finally replied, forcing a lightness into his tone. "come on, let's go to concessions. i'm starving." he flashed her a smile, hoping to distract her from the tension that lingered in the air. with a laugh, he gently nudged her towards the stairs leading down from the bleachers.