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when i open my eyes my phone immediately rings. i check it to see that i had a text message.
unknown: goodmorning babygirl, i hope you slept well, let's plan something for today. btw it's cam.
me: hi cameron, uhm would you like to have brunch?
almost instantly i get a text back.
cameron: sure babe, ill pick you up around 11?
me: my name is nisa and yes eleven will do.
cameron: okay nisa? what your address?
me: 1333 indio dr. , floor 5, door 727. or you can just text me when you're down stairs.
cameron: nope
ugh now i have to get up. using the snupps app i choose an outfit and take a shower before. i comb my hair and grab the clothes i chose. my attire consists of black ripped skinny jeans, a white muscle tee, and some boots.
i apply foundation, concealer, bronzer, highlighter, some matte eyeshadow, winged eyeliner and matte liquid lipstick.
as i was about to sit on a stool the doorbell rings. my mouth opens and i let out a loud yawn. i open the door and see cameron in some khakis, a sweatshirt and vans. his hair is perfectly styled and his brown eyes were glistening, not that i care much of his appearance. " how are you today, my lady." he smiles bowing. " ughh" i groan at him while grabbing my purse.
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as cameron keeps trying to make moves on me i plug my headphones into my phone and try to forget im even around him.
we walk into a toppers pizza place and i screach. it's the best pizza place in the world. cameron and i both order a personal pizza and sit with our numbers.
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" nisa do you hate me?" cameron asks abruptly. i look down at my pizza and play with it, not wanting to answer his questions. " nisa" he insists. "no! cameron i don't hate you. im over that. that was like two years ago, and im not afraid of you. it's just that I have a small circle." i whisper/yell at him. " nisa i don't think you know why i bullied you." he tells me,not looking me once in the eye. my blood starts to boil, why is he being disrespectful and not looking me in the eye. "tell me cameron, why'd you bully me." i say, pretending to be interested. he holds in a breath of air and slowly lets it out.
" i always thought you were lesbian, and amber was my crush, she was also your bestfriend. i thought you were lesbian for her and it got me mad to know that you'd be getting in the way of me and amber, so I bullied you. " he says, i sit with no reaction, just thinking about how dumb he sounded, he used to hurt me for those dumb reasons? "actually amber was lesbian for me and i hate you for that." i state. his face turns to full confusion. " cameron, you don't understand what you put me through, two times i wanted to end my life, and you bruised me, not only mentally but physically. if you could see the scars on my thighs and around my stomach. but you know, it's all because you assumed. "i say as if it's nothing. he looks at me with pity and I get angrier by the second. my breathing got heavy. "at least you glo'd up." he shrugs. " bye cameron, lose your contact with me." i say standing up and throwing a ten dollar bill on the table. " nisa im your ride." he crosses his arms and smirks. " i can always walk." i shrug and leave.
as i begin to walk the wind shirts, and the goosebumps on my skin rise." are you cold?" i immediately recognize the voice and utterly become annoyed. i keep walking and it's starts to sprinkle. " nisa please get in you're gonna get wet." he pleads.
after five minutes of going on and on, i give in and get into his car.
i sit without saying a word, shivering. he notices my trembling body and hands me a sweatshirt from a seat behind him. still silent i put the branded sweatshirt.
" im sorry. i hope you could forgive me, and do you really think you were gonna walk an hour and forty minutes back home?" he chuckles. i laugh along with him. it is kind of stupid to think i was going to walk from Camarillo all the way to LA.
he drops me off and offers to stay with me but of course i decline, i have to work.
