Enemies{bameron}

♕seven♕

Beth POV:

"Sierra!"

They quickly pulled away eyes widened.

"Uhh hi Cameron and Bethany."

I smirked at them and she glared back.

"Bethany what are you doing here?"

"Can I stay over for a few days?"

"Sure but why?"

I didn't wanted to tell her about my mom and I. But she's one of my best friends and were like sisters. I'm sure Cameron would tell her anyways. I was going to tell her but not with her boyfriend around.

"Uhh I'll talk about that later."

She gave me a weird look and nodded her head. Cameron pulled me upstairs and into the I think guess bedroom.

"Here's your room."

"Thanks."

"Oh and if you need anything ask Sierra."

"Wow geez thanks."

He closed the door and I set my bags now. I slept in the guest bedroom a few times when I was younger because my parents were out of town.

Nothing really changed in this house. Everything was so warm and welcoming. Well expect to Cameron.

The door opened to reveal Sierra. She walked to the bed and sat on it looking at me. I thought she was going to say something but she never did.

"What?"

"Well you said we were gonna talk about it later so here I am."

"Well okay. My mom and me basically had a fight nothing more."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"No it's fine."

"Well you can stay here as long as you need to."

"Thank you."

We hugged and then she left. I got up and walked around the room looking at different things.

My eyes landed on a picture of Cameron when he was younger. I remembered that time. I actually liked him. But things change.

I picked up the picture. It was a picture of Cameron smiling with his glasses on. I examined his features. He was adorable back then I gotta admit.

I looked at it for a few seconds until the door opened making me drop the picture. I quickly turned around to see Cameron.

He gave me a weird look and then looked at the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Just looking around. Why I can't do that?"

"I never said that. But why were you looking at my picture."

"Oh that was you?"

"Don't play dumb with me Mota."

"I'm not trying to."

"Whatever I'm not cleaning that up."

"I never told you to."

"Stop."

"Stop what? Your talking to me."

"Why are you so annoying?"

"Why are you a fûckboy? See we never know."

"Slut."

"Wow great call someone a slut. I may be annoying to you but I'm not a slut like one of  your one night girls."

"You guys dinner is almost ready!" Sierra yelled from the kitchen.

I sighed and cleaned up the glass. I was never the person to pick up glass cause I was scared that it would cut me but eh whatever.

After picking up all the pieces I got up but of course me being bad luck bumped my head on the tabled making me drop the glass and making one of the glass cut my hand.

"How stupid could you get?" Cameron said walking towards me.

"It's not my fault didn't know I would bump my head of the table."

He sighed then kneeled down next to me picking up the glasses which had broke into smaller pieces.

"Did any of this cut your hand?"

"No." I lied

"You know I can see blood on the floor."

I looked at my hand realizing that it was dripping. I hate the sight of blood.

"Well I'm fine."

The door opened and Sierra stood in the doorway.

"What happened?! Cameron!"

"Why are you always blaming everything on me? Your friend here dropped the picture frame."

"Oh god Bethany are you ok?"

"Yea I'm fine."

"Yea you might want to clean up your hand."

I shot Cameron a quick glare.

"Beth go to the bathroom I'll be there with the first aid."

I sighed and walked to the bathroom. Honestly my head hurts like hell and so does my hand. The door opened with Cameron and a first aid.

"Where's Sierra?"

"Who knows."

"Why are you here?"

"She told me too why so many questions."

"To annoy you."

"Well it's working."

"I can see."

He rolled his eyes and walked towards me. I felt an hand around my waist as he pulled me up to the table.

"What are you doing?"

"What? It would be hard to bandage your hand while your standing." He said while slightly smiling.

"I don't need your help."

"Stop being a bitch. I bet you have no idea how to bandage a hand."

"Welll." He was right I didn't know the first thing about bandaging a hand property.

He began to bandage my hand leaving me to look at his forehead and hair. (Pretend he's 6" in this story).

Why are most boys freakishly tall? Or I'm just freakishly short. He tilted his head up making me stare into his eyes.

I never noticed this but he has amazing eyes. He smirked at me causing me to look away.

"You were staring?"

"No."

"Your so bad at lying anyways your hands done."

I silently said thanks and hopped off the table. We both walked downstairs and saw Sierra. I sat down next to her and she looked at me.

"What?"

"You and Cameron."

"What about us?"

"Did anything happened upstairs?"

"No why?"

"Really? Cause."

"I'm right here." Cameron said annoyed.

"And also nothing happened I would never like a girl like her."

"Cameron!"

"No it's fine and I would never like a fûckboy like him."

If only if that was true😏😏