My Teacher, My Lover (Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Part 23

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January 27, 2017; Friday

~Jade's POV~

"Hey, your birthday is coming up," Shawn says, as we both sit down on the porch swing.

"Yeah," I say, sighing.

"What's wrong?" he asks, while we push back and forth for the swing to move.

This is what I love most about him when we see each other. I know that inside of all those bad-boy manners of him, his a good guy. He knows when someone is upset or sad. His actually not a bad guy as some people thought he is. They just didn't know the real him.

"I don't know," I say, looking towards the scene in front of me as I shrug my shoulder. "What are you getting me?"

"That's a secret," he smirks, nudging my shoulder.

"You actually got me something?" I ask him, shocked.

"Well, yeah," he replies in a duh tone. "You're my best friend and I missed a lot of your birthdays."

"You're the best," I say, wrapping my arms around him for a hug.

He wraps his arms around me, too. He lifts me up, making me squeal a little. I lift my head up to look what he's doing. He places me on his lap, his arms still around me. My back is press against his hard-toned chest. He pulls me closer to him, tightening his grip around me. He places his chin on my shoulder, and I lean my head against his.

"When are you leaving?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.

"You want me to leave already?" he asks, sitting up properly.

"No, that's not what I meant," I quickly reply, turning my head to look at him. "I just want to prepare when to cry."

"I'm living on Monday night," he smirks at me.

"That's amazing," I squeal, making him smile.

Oh shit! His smile. His smile is the hottest smile I have ever seen before Cameron's smile. His teeth are so white and straight. Those braces he has did a good job.

"When did you get braces?" he randomly asks. "I've been wanting to ask you that but I feel like you would get mad."

"Just because you got mad at me doesn't mean I'll get mad, too," I smirk and he nods his head. "I got them 2 years ago."

"When are they gonna take them off?" he asks again, while he places his chin back on my shoulder.

"Someday this year," I reply and he nods his head slightly. "Do you still play guitar?"

"Always, why?" he responds.

"You want to teach me how?" I suggest, pouting my face as he looks at me.

"Oh no, not your pouting face," he slightly whines.

"You're still a sucker for that?" I ask, laughing.

"For you, it seems like it works," he answers shyly.

"Since when did you become sweet?" I tease him. "Aaliyah said that you're bad boy. Or should I say you were a bad boy?"

"I let them see that I'm a bad boy," he replies. "Because they don't know the real me. You do, Jade. You're the only person who have seen the real me before so I'm showing you the original me, not the fake me."

"But you were a badass the last time we saw each other," I state and he became quiet.

He lay his back on the edge of the swing, sighing. I look at him with confusion in my face. His eyes is somewhere else so I didn't bother interrupting him. I lay my head on his chest, making him wrap my body a little bit tighter. Silence spread between us, a comfortable silence.