I'm Fine (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 4

We pull into the drive way and I basically run out of the car and into the house, slamming the door behind me. I was so sick of Matt thinking he was my parent even though he kinda is. But aside from that, I can take care of myself pretty well without Matt.

"We need to talk!" Matt yells up the steps.

"Not tonight! You had your chance! I was ready to talk but you wanted to do otherwise!" I yell back, peeking my head out the door and slamming it once more.

The house was silent after that. I spent the rest of the night texting Taylor to see if he's okay and that Matt didn't hurt him. One thing that I didn't spend my night doing was talking to Cameron and that was weird for me. Cam and I usually spend at least two hours talking to each other everyday. But today, I honestly didn't care. He really makes me irritated when he had to drop everything and run to Courtney's side just because her p*ssy's wet.

Damn, I'm such a bad friend. You know, I don't even care to call it a friendship between Courtney and I anymore anyway. Last time we really hung out was over a month ago and the only time really talk is when she wants to flaunt how much of an amazing guy Cameron is. Yeah, we get it....b*tch.

I just needed to fall asleep and prepare myself to deal with all this sh*t tomorrow. Too much is happening today for me to deal with all at once.

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I wake up to my alarm going off right in my ear. Damn it. I forgot to turn off my school alarm.

I try and fall back asleep but it was no use after 20 minutes of tossing and turning, thinking about all the crap I have to deal with today.

I roll out of bed groaning, as I make my way to my curtains. When I spread them open I come to see it down pouring. Raining in California? What a surprise. That limits me from going out on the wet roads with my car, because Matt wouldn't ever allow that, so what to do today is beyond me.

Plus, it's like 7 in the morning and everyone in probably still asleep. Everyone, meaning the guys. But it is Sunday, meaning Cameron should be getting up soon to go to church and since we didn't spend any time together yesterday, maybe I can go with him.

I shoot him a text and get a response literally seconds later of him agreeing to pick me up at 7:30.

I haven't been to our church in about 2 months. It's not that my heart wasn't you know, 'there' but I just didn't like going to church because it was so boring. Then again, church with Cameron isn't so boring so to speak. I mean, just admiring his looks is as much entertainment I can get in a quiet room, surrounded by adults. He's caught me staring at him before in a service but he just laughs quietly and playfully pushes my head to look forwards. It was quite adorable and made me giddy just thinking about it.

I shake off my thoughts so I can begin getting ready. By 7:30 coming around, I was dressed and ready. I had to skip breakfast though, so I'll have to contain the wrath of my stomach roaring in a quiet service, sounding like a fricken dying whale. Hooray for me.

I was wearing a light blue, ruffled top with spaghetti straps, and capris. I wanted to wear shorts but this is church we're talking about. I put my hair in a half pony tail which was my regular hair style that I'd wear as a kid when my mom would do it, but ever since then, I didn't bother because it reminded me too much of her. I know that she's happier in Miami, but I miss her extremely much and don't care that she just left. I guarantee she has a reasonable explanation for it and I'd trust it.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Cameron's car horn. I grab my clutch and phone on the way out the door, and slam it behind me to alert Matt that I was leaving. If he even cared.