The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 21 - Chilled but Almost Caught

I feel head thumping hard as if someone has just hit me with a hammer across the head and I've passed out but now have only just woke up.

I roll slowly to the side as I feel my head being dragged by weights when I turn. I rub my head gently as if it was a  puppy I was petting.

I slowly roll out of bed but do it ever so slowly whilst trying not to move much of my head. I stand up and I feel heavy and I feel as if I'm weak.

I check my alarm clock and see that I should have left for school a good ten minutes ago. I don't feel well enough for school though. My body aches. I can't cycle now, let alone walk. My mobile rings.
"Hello?" I say picking it up.
"Hey Al, it's me Cam. How you feeling?"
"Oh hey. Ugh. I ache like crazy! I don't know if -"
"You can go in? Same! Let's bunk it. I'll come to yours?"
"Sounds like a plan," I say with a huge grin on my face.
"Cool, see you in ten!" And he hangs up. I thump down the stairs and towards the kitchen. I need some sort of fat to keep me going.

The door bell rings but then it opens and Cameron walks in.
"Hey," he calls to me waiting for me to answer so he can follow my voice to find out which room I'm in.
"Kitchen," I groan sleepily. I hear him chuckle at my voice then he walks in.
"Nice to see you made the effort to have me round," he smirks.
"Yeah well my job isn't to impress, it's to be myself. So here I am. Don't like it then jog along," I say not bothered at all. I'm in one of them moods where to be honest, I really couldn't careless of what happens today.

I hand him over pancakes with bacon and syrup, and I sit down opposite him at the island in the kitchen. We both slurp on our orange juice and talk about the party of what we can and can't remember. Suddenly the household phone rings, interrupting our conversation.

"Hello?" I say cheerfully answering the phone.
"Hello this is Mr Truman from Eastwood High, is this Mrs Green?" I feel my heart sink and skip a beat. I feel hot flushed.
"Urm, yes, this is Mrs Green. Is there a problem?" I say putting on a sweet voice trying my hardest to sound like my mom.
"Is Alana ill or has an appointment at all this morning? Because she hasn't turned up to school this morning and nobody has called in to confirm her absence."
"Ah, I'm so sorry I forgot! I was so busy this morning rushing around trying to get medicine and everything I forgot to ring in. Yes, Alana is ill and won't be coming in today. Sorry I forgot to ring in," I say making it all up.
"Okay Mrs Green, but please do ring next time in the future. I hope Alana gets well soon."
"Thank you, goodbye."
"Goodbye," he says then hanging up. I put the phone down and slide down the wall and land on the cooling marble floor. Cameron walks out the kitchen and has the biggest grin on his face ever.
"Nice work smart arse," he winks. I smile as if I'm proud of myself. It's not something to be proud of because I basically just done a fraud phone call but I do feel good about it. I feel good because I've bunked off school with the popular bad boy and it's just me and him, nobody else; that's what I'm proud of more.

We sit on the sofa in our grey sweatpants and hoodies, watching films together. We talk about some of the characters and comment about them, getting along really well. We kiss every now and then too which is more cute than anything else. He pauses the movie whilst I go get a drink. He comes and stands in the kitchen with me and watches me.
"May I help you?" I say sarcastically to him.
"Well you are by making me a drink."
"But you're staring at me." He smiles and nods his head agreeing.

I want to ask him if we are a couple or not because right now we seriously are acting like one. I want to ask but I'm scared of what he will say. Well what's the worst that could happen, he says no? That's not that bad.
"Cam?"
"Al?"
"Are we a thing?"
"How'd you mean?"
"Are we a couple? We act like it but like... Well I don't know. Are we?" He pauses for a while and I give him time to think.
"Well I guess... Yeah," he says causally and shrugging it off. My heart beats fast and I feel like I could fly. He's setting me off like sparks.

As we walk back with our drinks ready to watch the end of the film he turns to me and says,
"Al, I don't want this mentioned though, you know? I don't want everyone knowing about us okay? Like, it'll ruin my reputation, it's hard to explain but it will. So it's just between you and me, nobody else okay?" I pause for a moment myself. What? Is this right? I shrug it off and nod my head smiling. Who cares if it's a secret or not? I have an amazingly attractive boyfriend and he's all mine.

                                  ***
"I didn't see you at school today?" Kylie says at dinner. I slump in my chair but then push myself back up straight.
"Hm?" I say pretending I didn't hear. I wait till mom and dad look down at their food before shaking my head at Kylie and giving her wide eyes.
"Oh, well I had a missed call from your school today. They rang my mobile but I was so busy I didn't get time to answer it or even return the call," mom says to me.
"You can call again in the morning hunni," dad says to mom. I rush to speak,
"No no. It's fine. It was probably Mr Truman, he wanted to speak to you about the school play to see if you wanted tickets because they sent a leaflet out to erm houses but erm, like ours got sent back to the school and Mr Truman was wondering if we changed the address or something. He came and spoke to me about it. It's sorted." Word vomit seriously sucks sometimes.

Mom looks up at me from her plate. She places her knife and fork down and she stares at me with narrowed eyes.
"The school play isn't till next year Al, what are you on about?" Kylie says. I look at her and widen my eyes a little but not too much because mom is still staring at me.
"Ohh," she says. Well done Kylie.
"Are you lying to me young lady?"
"No mom! He came to see me about it. Perhaps they're planning it early then." She nods her head and then I carry on munching my food down. But the munches turn to gulps as I'm in a rush to leave the table. But I'm not sure if I'll make it to my room in time....