The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 22 - Drugs, Sex and Rock n' Roll

We run down the pavement together and run through the same alley that he always seems to drag me down. We pause in the alley and bend over with our hands on our thighs as we pant to catch our breaths back. I close my eyes and smile as I feel sick in my throat from the running we did but it feels good.

I pull out my phone from my bag and notice that I've had ten missed calls from Katie and five texts. I read the texts slowly and one by one.
"Where are you Al?"
"I know you've ditched class."
"How could you?"
"Alana stay away. He's nothing but trouble..."
"You don't know him Al. Stay. Away."

I roll my eyes and lock my phone back into my bag. As soon as I zip my bag it rings. I roll my eyes with frustration and answer it, already knowing who's calling without looking at the screen.
"Hi Katie," I say frustrated.
"Alana, stay away from him. You don't know him -" I cut her off,
"And you do?" There's a long pause then a sigh,
"Yes. I do. Look Al, please. He's nothing but a bad boy, you don't know him." I feel myself getting irritated. Of course I know him, I've been sleeping with him for ages!
"Whatever Katie, I have to go," I snap before hanging up and putting my phone back into my bag. I turn around to smile at Cameron but I've noticed he's with a group of people. A group of boys in hoods. They all look like chavs, with the gold chains, saggy pants, Jordan's and baseball caps too big for their head it more or less balances on top of their heads rather than fit on. There's five of them. They almost look harmless, except from some scars in random places which makes them look scarier.

I walk over to approach them seeing as Cameron's stood with them. The tallest one turns to me and gives me a cheesy grin displaying his gold teeth at the front of his mouth. He looks at me up and down making me feel intimidated and nervous.
"This your bird?" He says looking at me but asking Cameron. I look over at Cameron hoping for an answer such as 'yes'. There's a long pause and the guy speaks again,
"I just asked you a question. Is this your bird?" Cameron nods his head,
"Yeah. Yeah she is." I try to cover up my smile as I'm not sure whether to or not because these guys don't seem like they like anyone who shows white teeth.
"Nice piece of meat boy, nice one," he says shaking Cameron's hand. As he lets go of his hand I notice Cameron has something in his hand but I'm not sure what. The group of boys laugh with each other and start walking back down the alley slowly whilst swaying their shoulders as they walk. The tallest one turns back around and gives me one last look before they all turn around the corner and then they're out of sight.

Cameron leans against the wall and puts his hands through his hair. He looks stressed but relieved at the same time. He slides his self down the back of the brick and damp alley wall. He opens his hand out and reveals a small clear bag with a clump of something. I then see Cameron take out rizla paper, and that's when I realise what's in the bag. Marijuana. Weed. He puts a bit in the paper before rolling it up. He places the joint in between his lips and he lights it up with his lighter. He takes a deep breath in and then pulls it out his mouth as he exhales and smiles in relief. He looks up at me and smiles sweetly and taps with his free hand, the space next to him on the damp floor. I walk over and take a seat next to him and watch as he smokes his joint. He offers it to me but I say no, then he almost looks at me as if I was a wimp. He places it to his lips again but i gently pull it out and place it to mine.

My throat feels dry and my chest burns like crazy. I look around and everything seems to be more colourful and a bit more cartoony. The sky is a lilac purple and it looks so cool. Things seem to not be so realistic anymore. I feel so happy and I can't control my facial expressions. I feel myself smiling like The Joker from Batman. The stress flows away and I feel more chilled and light headed.

Cameron and I giggle our way back to his house. The front door closes behind us and I jump up to him, wrapping my legs tight around his waist as he holds my bum to keep me up. He pushes my back against the door and he kisses me harshly. His lips swapping from my lips to my neck constantly. He doesn't know what he's doing and neither do I. I put my hands up in the air and lean them on the door as he kisses me neck viciously. He trails down from my neck to my collar bones and then to the top of my chest. I breathe heavily and so does he. My chest still burning and my throat still dry.

He carries me into the kitchen where I sit on the counter as he whips off my clothes quicker than you could say 'one, two, three'. Drugs, sex and Rock n' Roll.