Bullied By Cameron Dallas

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Everything was kind of a blur after that night. There was so much blood i was sure i would faint. But i didn't. I sat there and watched the blood trickle down my arm until it was dried up and there was nothing left to watch. And thats when it hit me. What I've done. I instantly jumped up and had cleaned up my arm and had to shuffle through some drawers until i could find some rubber bracelets.

And now as I walked down the hallway, unknowingly tugging at my long sleeve. I regretted it. I regretted how far I went, and that I let simple words affect me so much.

And I was scared and paranoid that someone would see my wrists and think im crazy. I didn't know how I was going to hide it from my best friends either. So I just made sure my sleeves were pulled down.

I felt guilty, but decided to avoid my friends that day. I didn't want to burden then nor get confronted. And if it wasn't for the fact I had detention, that I skipped yesterday, I would've up and walked out the doors as soon as I entered them. But I knew if I did my parents would be called. And they would attack me with questions.

So I sucked it up.

I went through the day with a neutral face. And when I was asked why I was so quiet I would simply answer with "I'm tired." I found it incredible how easy it was to make people believe that. But I was grateful.

I hated the weight I felt on my shoulders. I hated lying to my best friends. After all, they're all I have. But I knew I couldn't tell them about this. I wished I didn't do it in the first place. And I knew for a fact that I wouldn't do it again. So I didn't see the point in worrying them.

The final bell rung with a shrill. I groaned and lazily slung my bag over my shoulder. I really wasn't looking forward to detention. I just wanted to go home and see my dad so he could cheer me up. I wasn't a sad person and I really didn't like this feeling. I wanted to go back to normal.

"Where were you yesterday?" The sudden voice made me jump and I turned to see Cameron walking next to me. And I was surprised when I saw a hint of worry in his eyes.

"At home." I mumbled. Purposely being short with him. I hated him and didn't want to talk to him. Ever. The only reason I answered at all was because if I didn't I knew it'd piss him off and I didn't want him in a bad mood.

"You skipped?" He mumbled. Obviously shocked that little miss perfect had ditched school. And to be honest, I was shocked with myself. But I simply nodded and sped up a little so I was no longer next to that jerk.

Once we were in the principals office he had given us today's job. I guess the drama club was putting on a play next week and the theater was an absolute mess. It had been abandoned ever since I can remember. Our school was never big with our theater program, so we really hadn't put on shows. But this year the juniors and seniors hoped to bring it back to life by putting on their own obscure version of the classic, Romeo and Juliet.

And so Cameron and I were the ones who had to clean it. And honestly I've never seen the theater room so I didn't know to expect. But as soon as we had unlocked the doors and stepped in, I regretted ever throwing a single piece of food.

It was atrocious. There was dust and cob webs everywhere. Part of the ceiling tiles were on the floor. And there were boxes packed to the brim on the stage. It was like a scene from a horror film. And honestly I was a bit frightened.

But I didn't let that stop me from getting straight to work. I made sure to busy myself on the opposite side of the room then Cameron. I didn't want to listen to him insult me. And I was happy to see him oblige and stay away.

Well that was until the only thing left to clean was the stage and we were forced to be in the same proximity. But I stayed to myself and started to unpack a box labeled lighting. Making sure to be delicate so I didn't break any glass. I looked over and saw Cameron pulling costumes out and trying on random hats he found. I would've groaned if I wasn't so scared.

"Damn." I heard Cameron mutter. "Its kinda hot in here."

I simply ignored him and kept unpacking random boxes. But he was right, it was mighty hot in here. Especially due to the fact I was wearing a long sleeved shirt. It felt like I was in that locker room all over again.

"Aren't you hot?" He questioned. I ignored him. "I mean, you're wearing a sweater for fucks sake." He went on when he saw I wouldn't answer.

"Why don't you take that off?" He asked. He had fully abandoned his duties, not that he was much help anyways. And he was now facing me.

"I'm not hot." I mumbled. Not meeting his eyes.

"Yeah and I'm not extremely good looking." He laughed. "come on. Don't want you to pass out."

And with that I had had enough. He was so fucking bipolar, it was like he had split personalities. And why the hell was he acting like he cared all of a sudden. He couldn't give a Shit about me. And we both knew it.

I set down the box I was previously shoveling through, quite harshly actually, and looked him in the eyes for the first time today. "Fuck off." I fumed.

"Wha-"

I cut him off. "What the fuck is your problem?! You're such a prick to me and then you act like you give a shit. I hate you. So just leave me alone, asshole."

At that point my arms were thrown in the air in exasperation, and I was fuming. I was so sick of his mood swing. And the frown on his face just set me on edge even more. But before I could say anything he beat me to it.

"What's that?" He asked. And I was absolutely dumbfounded until I saw him pointing at my arm. And I instantly jerked my arm to my side.

"What did you do?" He whispered. And I didn't know what to say, or even if I should say anything at all. I didn't owe him an explanation anyways. So I decided on just running away.

I found myself doing that a lot lately. Running, that is. And while I ran I was completely shocked and confused. I had just yelled at the bad boy that bullied me and I didn't even regret it. I didn't even know who I was anymore.

And I was confused as to why Cameron pointed out my cuts. He didn't care. I know he doesn't. And what was even more shocking was when I heard him calling after me.

Everything was a huge mess. And I didn't know how to feel.

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Its short. I'm sorry. But I'm writing on my laptop and its kinda annoying so yeah. Next chapter will probably be longer to make up for all the short chapters.

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