Are You Afraid of Me?

Chapter Eight

        I lay on my bed sulking into my pillow.  What did I think he would like me back.  He probably was just being his usual player self.  He drew me in and let me fall.  I called Jack.
"Hey, Jack," I said sniffing,
"Hey," he said enthusiastically, "wait are, are you crying?" He asked.
"No," I sniffed again,
"Bullshit," he said, "I'm coming over,"
Then he hung up. Twenty-minutes later he showed up at my door with CVS bags in his hands. I let him in and led him up to my room. We sat on the floor and he spread out all of the things he got for me. On the floor were: movies, candy, ice cream, and, pads?
"Really?" I asked holing up the pack of pads.
"You were crying and I didn't know what was going on it was a guess," he said laughing.
"That's not what's wrong but thanks anyway," I said hugging him.
"Wait, so I wasted my money on those things and you don't even need them."
I laughed at him.
"That shit is expensive," he said.
"Imagine spending that much every month," I say.
"Change the subject," he pleaded.
"Okay," I said.
"What movie should we watch?" He asked.
"Hmmmm, Avengers," I say.
"Good choice," he replies opening a bag of skittles and pouring some in his mouth.
"Ewwww," I cringed.
"What?" He asked.
"Why would you put all the flavors in your mouth at once?" I said making a face.
"Yeah," he laughed throwing some skittles at me. 
I put in the movie and invited him to my bed.  Once we were settled in and cuddled up I heard a tapping on my window.  Knowing who it was I ignored it.  I could see him looking at me out the corner of my eye. His face red with anger and hurt.
My phone started ringing a picture of Cameron flashing on the screen.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Why are you hanging out with Jack?" Cameron asked.
"He is my friend," I say irritated.
"He will use you," he states.
"I won't let him," I say.
"He'll find a way," he says, "he always does,"
I laugh at this.
"Goodbye,Cameron," I say hanging up.
As we cuddled up on my bed I heard a faint smash. Out the corner of my room I saw objects flying across Cameron's room followed by many profanities. I stood up, "stay here," I demanded. I unlocked my window and climbed into the danger zone. "Cameron?" I called to him. He was sitting on his bed holding his hand. I rushed over to him.
"Cameron,Cameron, are you okay?" I cried. I looked at his hand which had been cut. A huge gash through his left hand.
"Cameron, you have to go to the hospital," I say almost in tears.
"No, I don't, just go back to your little date," he says coldly.
"It's not a date!" I shouted, "I was upset and he came to cheer me up." I state tears threatening to fall as I remember what happened earlier.
"Why were you upset?" He asked worry evident in his tone.
"I heard oh on the phone, asking someone if you were ready to take the next step in your relationship," I say letting tears fall. I lean against the wall and slid to the floor.
"I like you Cameron!" I shout, "but I can see how little I mean to you!" I cried. I stood up wiping my tears, "goodbye, Cameron," I say climbing out the window.
"No," he says grabbing my waist and pulling me to his body.
"You don't understand," he says wiping tears from my cheek.
"I do like you, the reason I've been so mean to you is because I've been hurt too many times. I promised myself I wouldn't fall for you." He said shaking his head, " but damn I didn't think it would be this hard."