Are You Afraid of Me?

Chapter Six

My badass lab-partner is now my badass neighbor! Ugh. I went up to my room and turned on the tv to Netflix. I put on Teen Wolf and say back on my bed.
"Oh, I love that show!" A voice called out.
"Netflix and chill?" I said laughing on my own joke.
"Sure," he smirked,
"No I was kidding!" I screamed as he launched himself into my room.
"What the hell?" I shouted, "get out of my room!" I demanded.
In response to my anger he laughed and took a seat on my bed.
I looked at him, looking at the screen. He was watching with such intensity. It was kinda cute.
"No" my subconscious yelled at me,
"He just broke into your room and you think he's cute?"

I watched him as intensely as he watched the tv. Examining everything about him. The way his lips curled up at the end making him look happier; the way his jaw clenched and un-clenched during intense scenes; the way he brushed his hands through his hair; and the way he laughed, oh his laugh was the hottest thing ever!!!

"Cameron freaking Holt is in your room!!"
Cameron Holt is in my room. I looked at the tv.
"Let's play a game," he suggested turning around.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Okay, we both have to name things we like about each other," he said.
"Okay, you first," I said.
"Ok, well, I like your hair," he said smiling. 
I looked at him, "what about it?" I laughed.
"I don't know it's cute and it looks soft; is it soft?" He asked.
"I don't know?" I said shrugging.
He reached his hand out and pet my head. 
"Yeah, it's soft," he stated, " your turn," he said continuing to play with my hair.
"I like your eyes," I said intently looking at them.
"Why?" He asked.
"They're beautiful, they remind me of an emeralds," I said still looking into his eyes.  I felt like I was in a trance. 
"Your turn," I coughed breaking my gaze. 
"I like your hands," he smirked.
"And why is that?" I questioned hoping it wouldn't be dirty.
"Because they look like a perfect fit for mine," he stated moving his hand towards mine. He took my hand in his and looked at my eyes.
"Uhm..." He coughed breaking the silence letting go of my hand. "Your turn."
"I like your arms," I said tracing his muscles.
"Why is that?" He asked.
"It makes you look hot," I said, not realizing what I had said.
"You think I'm hot?" He asked.
"What?" I asked.
"You think I'm hot." He stated.
"Uhm, yeah sure," I said as I felt his breath in my face. He looked me in the eyes.
"Last question," he stated,
"Are you afraid of me?" He said looking at my lips.
"No," I said just wanting him to kiss me. He pulled back.
"Why do you keep asking me that?" I asked.
"Because it's important to me," he responded to me.
"What is?" I asked.
"I want to know if you are afraid of me?"
"But why?" I said,
"Because if you are I'm doing everything right," he responded smirking.
"Oh," was all I could say, I still didn't understand what it meant but I didn't want to make him mad. I wanted him to stay like this forever. I wanted him to be nice to me forever. I wanted him to be mine forever. But I couldn't admit it to him.
"Hey?" He asked.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Why do you like Jack?" He asked, looking hurt.
"You mean as a friend?" I asked confused.
"No, I've seen the way you look at him."
"I've never thought of him as anything more than a friend." I said lying. I thought Jack was cute from the beginning, but I never expected him to be more than a friend. I never expected him to like me back.
"You like him," he stated looking really hurt.
"No, no I don't," I said starting to get upset buy his hurt expression.
"Yes,you do." He stated tears forming in his eyes.
I grabbed his hands and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I do not like Jack, Cameron, I like you," I didn't realize what I was saying until I said it.
He looked at me completely surprised.
"Why are you saying this?" He asked about to shed a tear.
"Because, Cameron, it's true," I said about to cry myself.
I don't know why I was saying this stuff, or how I fell for him in the little time he's been here. But it happened and I oddly wasn't afraid to admit it.  I think I just fell for the bad boy;the one I swore I wouldn't fall for; the one who had been mean to me for so long; the one I despised.  I did it, I fell for him.
"Olivia, I uhm..." We heard his mom calling him from his house, "I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow Liv," he shout jumping out my window. 
"Yeah ,mom?" He screamed back walking towards his door.  Before he left the room he took one last look at me and he left.