The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 16 - Back to School with Denial

The long week of rest is over and it's Monday again, time for school. I didn't even feel as if that was an actual week but it felt more like a weekend.

Back to the same corridors, the same class rooms, the same teachers, the same desks, the same people almost. The only difference is, that I'm going to have a friend, and I'm going to have someone to hang around with.

"Hey Katie," I smile to her as we walk down the road on our way to school.
"Hey Alana," she says, trying to copy my American accent. I start laughing because it was so cheesy but it was pretty good if I must say. I hop over a crack in the pavement as if it was lava. I remember doing that as a kid. Whenever there was a crack in the pavement or a line or piece of gum I would pretend it was lava and if I touched it I would die. I always had fun doing that. I speak this to Katie and she grabs my hand and we jump over the next crack in the pavement together. Once we've jumped we stand still and turn to each other with a huge grin on our faces. We then together squeal like little girls and hop over the cracks in the pavement and shout to warn each other of up coming cracks. Too busy looking at the floor I bump into someone and we both hit the floor with a bump.
"I am so sorry," I say whilst in a rush to get up and help them. I then see Cameron sat on the floor rubbing his head. I put my hand out and he ignores it and gets up by himself and brushes his self off. He looks up at me then his eyes drift off to Katie. I bet you he's going to move on to her and end up liking her. It's going to happen I bet.

I feel myself tense with nerves, dreading on what's going to happen next. I blink slowly then look up again.
"Katie," Cameron says sarcastically and through gritted teeth whilst with a small smirk upon his face.
"Cameron," she hisses back in disgust. He laughs and gets on his bike before cycling off to school.

Katie begins walking but I stand there still in shock of how they know each other. Did they use to date? Did they find each other on social media and then became good friends? Is he sleeping with her too? Is that why he's in a rush for me to go away all the time? So he can be with her? Is that his girlfriend? Thousands of questions whirl through my head, all unanswered, but I want answers.

Katie spins around and stares at me. She knows something is wrong and she knows it's about Cameron.
"Come on, I'll explain on the way," she says then begins walking away again. I jog a little until I'm by her side again and then I start walking again.
"Do you like him?" She says looking down at the floor and refusing to make eye contact with me. I feel almost nervous to answer but I find it hard to answer. My mouth falls open ready to speak but the only thing is, no words are coming out. My mouth starts moving as if I am talking but no words seems to even try and escape my mouth. She finally looks up at me and examines my face then tuts and sighs, dropping her head to the floor with disappointment. She laughs a nervous and quiet laugh then sighs again.
"Do you like him?" She repeats herself. Before I even think of what to say my mouth falls open and word vomit comes out.
"As a friend yes." Okay, perhaps I told a lie to my friend. Does it really matter? I don't really need to tell anyone my exact feelings and especially when I'm not use to it before. I'm use to keeping my feelings myself and keeping myself company but that's going to change because I have Katie now, but it can't happen and change so quickly, it'll all take time.
"I know I haven't known you long as others have but I feel like I've known you forever. I know when you're lying and I do know when people lie because it's a talent I have because I can't lie, so I can detect it, and you Alana Green, are lying," Katie says stopping me and looking me straight in the eye as if she can see through me. My head drops to the floor. I stare down at the grey pavement and sigh as I feel guilty in the first time in my life. I have never felt guilty before and it feels odd. It hasn't hit me hard but I feel a little odd; this is a new feeling.

I walk into hell. The corridors are filled with people. The walls are old with bits of paint peeling off. Dents in the wall where people have been pushed into them from fights. Back to school. This should be fun...