Bullied By Cameron Dallas

02

"I can't believe this." I groaned to my two best friends. I switched my things then shut my locker. It was already a day after the food fight. And I was dreading 'detention'.

"Maybe he won't mess with you," Hannah said.

"Yeah right," I sighed.

"Just ignore him," Cherry suggested.

"Its not that easy," I groaned "I can't just let him say stuff to me and not say stuff back. He's an ass."

They both looked at me sadly. And we walked to our classes. Cherry staying with me since we had first hour together.

And sadly the classes went by super fast. I swear time hates me. The one time I wish that classes would last forever time betrays me.

I groaned as I grabbed my bag. I walked out of the building. I know I have to stay after but I'm only going to get some coffee across the street.

I hurried across the street and ordered two caramel lattes. Hoping it'd maybe put cameron in a better mood. I hate him more than anyone, but I'm willing to buy him a coffee if it'll keep him off my case.

When the server called my name I rushed up to the counter and grabbed the two drinks and sped walked over to the school.

"You're late," was the first thing Cameron said when I walked through the doors.

I put on a smile, "I bought you a latte." I pushed it towards him. He grabbed it and looked at it skeptically before shrugging and drinking it as soon as he saw me drinking mine.

He chugged it in only three gulps and threw it into the can. I raised a brow and he gave me a dirty look.

He then started to walk away and I followed behind him. We were headed to Hofner's office.

When we stepped into his office he immediately handed us each a paint brush and paint bucket. I raised a brow at him and he smiled.

"You will be painting over the graffiti on the west wing," he said. And from the corner of my eye I saw Cameron frown.

I shrugged, knowing I couldn't argue. And we followed Hofner out into the yard by the west wing.

I've never been out here. This is where the soon to be drop outs would get high and, obviously, grafitti the walls.

"Alright," Mr Hofner said,"get to work." And then he was gone.

"Fuck this," cameron muttered, "I sprayed some of this grafitti."

Why am I not surprised.

I set my bucket down and popped it open. I grabbed my brush and started painting over the grafitti.

"Wait." I heard Cameron say. I looked up. "Could you not paint over that one." He pointed. It said 'fuck school'. Shocker.

I rolled my eyes and painted over it. I heard a mumble coming from Cameron. "What was that?!" I asked aggrivated. He wasnt even helping and now he's mumbling insults at me.

"Bitch," he said louder.

"Says you."

"What the hell does that mean?" He asked.

"You're a jerk to everyone." I said angrily, and the basterd smiled. "You think its funny?!"

"No, its just," he smiled "your face gets so red when you're mad.

"Shut up," I grumbled and went back to painting as he sat there and watched me. There's no way he getting away with this.

"Could you help?" I asked, throwing my hand on my hip.