Call Me Cam

Chapter Two

I have been contemplating all night whether i actually want to run away or not. I have finally come to a conclusion, I will leave tomorrow morning at 8:00. I have told my dad that i am moving away but of course he doesn't care. It is on the other side of the country and he still doesn't care, some dad, huh?

I wake up and its 6:00 the next morning, i must have cried myself to sleep last night, nothing different. When i get out of bed i still feel the same, I haven't eaten since Brad broke up with me. Still everything i see reminds me of Brad, i cant go five seconds without thinking about him. While he is off being happy with someone else i am feeling like i cant breathe.

The weird thing is, i was his first time too so why doesn't he give a damn about me like i do about him? Stop it Ava, you have to stop thinking about him. Even though it is really hard because he was all i had, i have no friends and no one cares about me so i'm just going to stop caring too. You go Ava, i tell myself.

I take a shower and decide to blow dry my hair just to kill time, now its 7:15 and i decide to leave so there is no possible chance of me being late. I get into my Jeep and drive to the airport, i'm having it shipped to California and it will be there in a week. I guess ill have to do some walking around. I finally made it to the airport with thirty minutes to spare so i just decide to sit in a chair with my luggage and get on vine.

Of course i watch the boys from Magcon's vines, especially the one and only Matthew Espinosa. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS BOY I WOULD KILL. I start laughing at Matthews vines until i hear over the intercom "Flight 390 to California, please board the plane now." Well, i guess this is it. Its not like i'm leaving anything behind. I guess since i told my dad i'm leaving then its not technically running away, just running away from my life and trying to make a new one.

I make my way onto the plane and find my seat, after a couple of minutes i find out that no one is sitting next to me. When the plane starts up i decide to put my headphones in, i don't go anywhere without my headphones and now that Brad is gone music is all i have. Ever since we broke up i have been emotionless, i dont make and effort to talk to people anymore. Its either they talk to me first or we dont speak. Its not that i am being mean or a bitch, i just don't care.

About five minutes after take off i slowly start to fall asleep listening to Jack and Jack playlist on Spotify. Then i realize that i came to California with no place to stay, well i guess i could take a bus to the nearest apartments and make that do for now. I have alot of money with me from when my mom died when i was seven. That may seem selfish but its not like that, when she died she left all of her savings to me. After thinking about all of this i feel myself going to sleep.

I wake up to a flight attendant tapping me on my arm "Wake up sweetie, we have landed." I automatically shoot up and give her an apologetic smile and get off. On my way to baggage claim i turn my music up so i don't have to listen to anyone. I reach baggage claim and immediately find my suitcase and grab it. When i pick it up somehow my headphone came out and i heard the intercom calling my name "Ava Sterling if you are in the building come to the main office, now." What the fuck??

I have no idea where the main office is so i find an attendant and ask her and she answers by signaling to a sign that says "Main Office." Wow im dumb, stupid, stupid, stupid. When i get there i walk up to the desk and the lady asks me "Whats your name?" What do you mean whats my name? You just called me up here. I ignore all of my hateful comments and politely answer "Ava Sterling" "Oh yes, go through that door and then go to your left." I do as she says and many thoughts are racing through my mind on why the hell i am here.

When i get into the room there are two people standing there and a suitcase that looks a lot similar to mine. I look up from the suitcase and notice who is standing in front of me, Cameron motherfucking Dallas.