The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 19 - Sneaking

I walk into school with a caked make up face and my hair all styled nice, ready to show myself off. Finally feeling ready to be confident within myself.

I walk through the corridors and everyone's eyes draw over to me. Boys and girls. Both. Both staring at me like I'm someone famous who entered the building. I'm not sure whether to feel good about myself or to feel shy with all the looks but I know what, I'm certainly walking with a spring in my step.

"Hey Katie!" I say smiling to her as I open my locker which is next to hers. She turns around ready to speak to me but she freezes. Her open mouth closed slowly and her excited eyes droop and her eyebrows frown.
"Why are you wearing makeup?" She asks in disgust.
"Why not?" I say happily. I continue reaching into my locker and getting out the books I need for today, whilst she still stares at me with a confused expression on her face. I roll my eyes and close my locker before smiling to her and reassuring her it's still me. I crack a joke and link her arm as usual, whilst we walk to English together.

I love English. It's probably one of the subjects I enjoy the most because there's so much to it. You can read and get lost in a book because the book comes to life. I love books. I love that moment when you open it up and sink into it. You can escape the world, into a story that is much more interesting than mine ever will be. I like poetry too. Like Robert Frost (an American poet) once said, "When an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found its words." Then there's writing stories and poetry myself. Ah, I just love to write down my emotions. My emotions written everywhere in my room because that's the only way I can get them out. That was before I met Katie of course.

Katie and I sit in our tree that was once the only place I knew about, but that was before I spoke to Cameron, and before I even met Katie. We sit swinging our feet as they dangle from the tree branch. We much on a chocolate bar each and we slurp on our cartons of apple juice and we plan holidays we will together when we're older. We talk about beaches we want to tan on, landmarks we want to see, places we want to visit. We want to adventure.

"I don't feel too great to be honest..." She says holding her stomach and pulling a face as if she's seen someone barf. I rub her back slowly and she shakes her head.
"Nah," she says, just right before she barfs all on the pavement below. I hold her hair back for her and I tie it up in a bun so it's out her way whilst she barfs again.

"I'm sorry," she says for the third time as we walk to the nurses room. I wave bye to her because she most likely will be going home now. Most girls, when their best friends are off ill, they feel like the world might end and they get all upset about it. "Oh no who can I hang with?!" But me? I've been so use to being by myself, I honestly don't mind at all. I actually almost forgot how it felt to be alone. That feeling where you have to be your own best friend...

My thoughts get blown away as Cameron grabs my arm. And then walks next to me.
"Alright?" He says smiling and styling his hair.
"What do you want Cameron?" I ask curiously but with a moody tone to my voice. He puts his hands up in surrender and smiles. I pretend to pull out a gun and shoot him. He puts his hands on my shoulder and stops laughing. He goes serious and he asks me a serious question.
"Do you wanna sneak out with me?" I pause for a moment and wonder what he quite means by "sneak out".
"Where?" He grins as if he was glad I asked the question.
"Let's skip biology and maths. They're the shit classes that nobody cares about. Common baby!" I pause again. Baby? Did he just call me baby? I smile and feel so caught up in the moment that I end up nodding my head faster than a bobble head.

I put my books away in my locker and we both wait as the bell rings and everyone rushes to class. We give it five minutes and the second bell goes meaning everyone should be in lessons and register is about to be called to check everyone is "in". Or in our case, out.

We climb out a window from the empty spare classroom that nobody ever sits in. We stroll across the lawn and chat together until we both freeze.
"Who's that? Where are you going?" The principle... We both run. We run to save our lives. Literally. We tear across the lawn as we both block out the sound of the principle shouting and replace it with our breaths panting. We tear it through a back street and then we both slide our backs along the damp wall and sit on the dirty floor. We throw our heads back and pant like dogs who haven't drank in ages. I reach in my bag for a bottle of water and I down it quickly.
"Nice one kiddo," he smiles. He flares his nostrils and breathes heavily through his nose instead of his open mouth.

Did I really just sneak outta school to be with Cameron? The school bad boy?