The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 25 - Caught In The Act

As we sit in the alley with the gang of same guys who give Cameron his weed, we smoke a joint together. We share a joint, isn't that cute? Sharing is caring they say.

I close my eyes and roll my head back as I start to feel lightheaded already. I open my eyes slowly and the world has turned into a cartoon. The sky is orange and the clouds are drawn white. I take a swig of the bottle of vodka near me as if it was going to help but it just made me feel a bit sick.

We kiss viscously, almost as if we're angry with each other but we want to kiss. We aren't angry with each other at all, we just seem to be rough with each other.

I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he holds my bum as we kiss harshly. He leans me against the alley wall, and I feel the dampness of the bricks press on my back making me arch my back so I don't have to touch it. Wolf whistles are heard from the boys we are with, me being the only girl here. I push Cameron away and he says,
"Let's go to yours." He doesn't ask he just says or demands. I don't fight back and say no, I just nod my head. We walk together side by side pushing each other but stopping every now and then to kiss. We get at the bottom of my drive and Cameron carries me to my front door. My legs wrapped around his waist again, he pushes me against the front door. I try and unlock it but kissing him at the same time. I twist the handle to check if I twisted the key right and it opens quicker than expected. He carries me to the kitchen where I sit on the island and he pulls my top off. I usually hate hickeys but right now I couldn't care less, I'm high and I'm drunk. I don't care what he does, as long as it's something because I'm craving him.

I pull his top off above his head and he shows his toned stomach and tanned skin. I place my hands on his chest and I try to stare at it but it doesn't look right. I'm dizzy and I can't focus.

I remove my lips from his neck and straight away a bruise shows up. I stroke it with my thumb gently and he kisses my collar bone gently. Suddenly I hear the front door unlock and then moms voice is heard. But before I have time to hide us both or even put on a top, she walks in. Her bags drop to the floor and food rolls along the floor. Kylie stands in the background behind mom and dad walks in a second later. Shit.
"Get out!" Mom screams to Cameron. He grabs his top and places it over his head before walking past my family who scowl at him until he shuts the front door behind him. Once he's gone their heads all shoot back towards me.
"Are you serious? Are you really serious Alana!" Mom shouts at the top of her voice. Moms voice is loud when she's angry but dads is even worse. When dad shouts, (which isn't often) the whole house shakes.
"I am disappointed in you young lady! Do you think we except to come home and see our fifteen year old daughter sat in her underwear with a boy! I am extremely disappointed in you!" He screams from the top of his lungs. He looks so angry that if he shouts once more he might explode.
"On the kitchen counter Alana. We eat there! How unhygienic is that! That is disgusting!" Mom snaps loudly. Okay, I'll give her that, yeah its unhygienic but it's fun and it's different. She's old and wouldn't understand anyway.
"Go to your room young lady! I am disgusted with your behaviour!" Dad screams. I sigh and slide off the edge of the island, grabbing my hoodie and sliding on top of my head. I slowly walk past them all and stare at their faces. Mom grabs my arm and says,
"Why do you smell of alcohol?" I ignore her question and stare blankly at her instead.
"Answer my question! Why do you smell of drink?" I shrug my shoulders, too scared to speak. If I did speak, it wouldn't be me speaking, it would be the drugs or alcohol. I think I'm already in enough trouble as it is.
"You look stoned," Kylie laughs. Mom shoots her a look then shoots me one. She gasps and then notices I actually am.
"Alana Marie Green! Go to your room and I don't want to see you! I am disgusted with you! Getting high and drinking! Who do you think you are!" Mom shouts. Mom is more strict than dad, and I'm more of a daddy's girl than a mommy's. I look over at dad and he just snaps,
"You heard what your mother said. Go to your room." I sigh and crawl up the stairs with guilt. I get upstairs and then I go to my room straight away and the first thing I do is get my phone. I start texting Cameron ready to apologise because to be honest, I'm humiliated. Embarrassed is an understatement. I'm more embarrassed than I am guilty. But before I press send mom bursts in.
"I don't think so," she says laughing weirdly before snatching my phone out my hands. Great.