11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Eighteen

Cameron

The second the scene ends, I grab Bonnie tightly by the wrist and pull her into my dressing room.
She punches me lightly on the chest a few times, "What the hell!? You kissed me! Why?! What!?"
I chuckle as I run a hand through my hair, "Why not?"
Bonnie paces around the room, breathing heavily, but she keeps a cold stare on me, "How do you really feel about me then?"
I fall back onto the couch and gesture for Bonnie to sit next to me. She does, so I continue.
"You're a pretty good friend." I tell her.
She clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, "Thank you. Now seriously."
"I am being serious. You're a pretty good friend."
Bonnie knocks me again, and laughing, I place my hand on her upper thigh, "Okay, fine. You have got a pretty nice ass too."
She flicks my hand off and stands up again, "You're disgusting."
I watch as she marches around the room, stressfully pulling at her hair. I know what she wants; she's waiting for me to admit my undying love for her so that we can live happily ever after. That's not how I'm playing this. That's not how I'm playing her.
Eventually, I decide to speak up again, "Just because I kissed you, doesn't mean I'm in love with you."
"Are you stupid? That's exactly what it means."
I shrug.
"Well, then why did you kiss me?" She asks.
Sighing, I explain myself, "Because I thought it might shut you up. You have so many reasons to turn me into the police. You've seen me high, drunk, and abusive, you could easily rat me out to the cops."
"I mean, it's not like you're giving my any ideas or anything..." She mumbles.
I raise my eyebrows at her, and she blushes and continues.
"Getting to the point, whatever lies you make up, you don't just go and pin someone against the wall and kiss the shit out of them. In front of around, what, thirty five people?"
Lazily, I spit my gum into the trash and get up, edging closer to her. I tease her by nibbling on her earlobe as I whisper, "And why does it bother you? Do I...intimidate you, Bonnie?"
She shivers, but pushes me away, "Don't you fucking get it, Cameron? I'm in love with you! And I have been since I met you!"
"Tch, there's no such thing as love, it's just fantasy." I roll my eyes.
She starts to speak, and I can tell she was going to mention something about my relationship with Isabella, so she shuts up.
"Look Bonnie, I appreciate your honesty, but you know I don't date. You're not really even my type, anyway." I lie, knowing that she's the closest girl I'll ever find to Bella.
Her face falls and her tone of voice becomes more soft, "Please just...just give me a chance. I can show you how much better you can get on if you have someone who can truly help you get through the tough times."
I rub my temples in frustration, and take a moment to think over my strategy of using her, "Alright," I say, "But you have to swear to me you'll keep this on the down low, capiche?"
She beams and engulfs me into a hug, "I swear. Thank you so much!"
"For what?" I laugh, picking up my stuff.
"For trusting me," she plants a kiss on my cheek, "I promise I won't break your heart. Not like anyone has to me. I promise."
The door shuts behind her and I can't help but chuckle to myself as I light up another cigarette, "Too bad, Thompson. Just like I warned you, I'll break you into two. And the saddest part? You won't even realize."