The Girl With The Broken Smile (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter Nine

|| Victoria's P.O.V ||

I ran and ran until I finally looked up, and realized I had ran about two blocks away from Cameron's house. The only two places near me and open were a café and a tattoo parlor. Well café it is then.

I ordered a warm cup of coffee, and sat down to collect my thoughts. However, it didn't take very long for me to start feeling frustrated.

Even in the toughest situations, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths really helps. It just gives you a complete different outlook on things.

As I took a sip from my coffee, my mind began replaying that brief second when Cam's lips met my own. I wanted to kiss him back, but it felt like yesterday when we first met.

Although it had been nearly three months since I met him, I felt like I hardly knew him. Sure he knew me better than I'd like to admit, but I didn't even know his favorite color for crying out loud!

I'd had a slight moment of vulnerability, and sure it was sweet of him to stick around but that still wasn't enough.

Did I really want to lose out on the opportunity to get to know Cameron as a friend, by risking a relationship?

Im drinking my coffee when suddenly someone taps my shoulder, " Ma'am we're closing for the night." The barista said with a hint of sympathy in his voice.

"Oh uhh okay, sorry I'll be on my way." I respond. I must look completely insane, at a café at midnight.

I stood outside that coffee shop, scrolling through my contact list in search for someone to come pick me up. I finally settled for my mother.

I dialed her number, and she answered almost immediately. "Hello?" She asked alarmed. "Mom can you come get me? I'll text you the address in a second. " I said and hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, I saw my mother's black BMW approach me. I stood up from the sidewalk that was becoming too comfortable for my liking.

I got in the car, buckled my seat belt, and stared straight ahead. "Are you okay? "She questioned. "I'm fine."I replied.

"It will get better sweetie. "She said in a warm nurturing tone. "What are you talking about? " I asked confused.

"Well, you call me close to one in the morning, asking me to pick you up from a curbside. When last I heard you were going to a party. So what happened with this boy tonight? "She asked curiously.

"Mom this does have go do with a boy, but it's not what you think and I'm fine." I said as calm as I possibly could.

"Okay, do you want me to stop by and get you a box of tissues and a tub of ice cream for tomorrow? "She asked.

"MOM OH MY GOD I'M FINE!" I said irritated. "Okay, okay, just making sure." She said in defeat.

"Remember when you're young everything feels like the end of the world..." She said trying to keep her eyes on the road instead of me.

"But it's not. Im not in high school anymore, so you don't have to tell me this." I whispered.

"I know and you've come a long way since your high school days." She whispered back. We drove back home in complete silence.

Once we arrived at our modern style home, my mother whispered a quick "I love you", and went upstairs to get some sleep.

You see my mom made that comment about me earlier, because she knew about all the horrible things I did back in high school. She knew all along, but never said anything. Back then, I couldn't of been more relieved.

Now as I look back, I can't help but think that maybe if I talked to her about everything... maybe everything would be different.

I had so much anger, resentment, and sadness bottled up inside me and it was no good. I was a whole different person for such a long time.

Now I realize I feel bad for my mother. She never knew what type of person would come down the stairs for breakfast each morning. I know my relationship with her isn't as good as it should be, but she does care about me.

I start to imagine things from her perspective, but you never really understand a person until you consider things from their point of view- until you climb into their skin and walk around in it.

I won't ever be sure of how she felt about me back then, but I know I'll never have the courage to ask her to relive those years.

I've found myself in this situation far too many times... laying in my bed, wide awake at two o'clock in the morning, in a loneliness that is just undescribable, how sad.

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I awoke the next morning with a bad hangover, mixed emotions, and a phone that wouldn't stop buzzing. I had a total of 35 missed calls from Sam, Cameron, and even some from Nash.

I also had 50 messages. I opened up Sam's first because I mean c'mon she's my best friend.

Bestie ;)
Where are you?
Vic????
??????????
Dude where the fuck are you?
Answer my messages!
I'm scared!

Next opened up Cameron's.

Cameron :)
Vic I'm sorry.
I shouldn't of kissed you like that.
I'm really sorry!
I hope you're okay....

The rest only got more desperate. I called up Sam, hoping she wouldn't answer so I could avoid the lecture I was about to be given, but she picked up on the third ring.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU VICTORIA?!" she yelled through the phone.

"I'm sorry Sam, but I wasn't feeling too good last night. I didn't want to ruin your night with Nash, so I walked off to a café and my mom picked me up there. I'm fine don't worry. " I said calmly.

She sighed probably in relief, wnd then proceeded to tell me all about her "magical" night with Nash. I was too much of a coward to tell her about my crappy one.

I did feel bad about lying to Sam, but technically I wasn't completely lying. I did come home and puked my guts out, and I certainly didn't feel too good.

We finally hung up, and I began to think the worst...

Maybe Cameron would be better out of my life.

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Author's Note

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