"Oh shit !" Cameron yelled as he rushed over to me. He knelt down beside me, his eyes wild in panic. I looked up into those beautiful hazel eyes, the very ones that make every girl in school (including me) swoon, and decided that the fall must have broken my neck or something and that I must be in heaven.
Cameron leaned closer to me, saying "Are you okay ?"
Yup, definitely heaven.
"M-My arm. It really hurts."
"Oh shit. We gotta get you to hospital." He decided, and before I knew what was happening he had scooped me up in his arms and was carrying me out of the house.
Holy fucking shit, I thought.
I'm in Cameron Lacerda's arms. Not just any arms too. Toned, tanned, muscly, strong arms that look and feel like heaven. Sure, I had always been a nice person and gave money to all the beggars I had encountered, but never had I dreamt that my reward in heaven would be this
And then my arm started hurting like fucking hell and I decided that I was still alive.
"I-I can walk." I said stupidly as he carried me out of the house. At that moment, my heart was racing at a million miles per hour.
"Yeah, but me carrying you will save you a lot of time and energy."
"Are you taking me to the hospital ?"
Cameron rolled his eyes and said "Nah, I thought I'd kidnap you instead."
"I mean, what hospital are you taking me to ?" I said, blushing.
His arms, oh my god his arms.
"Placerville Private. My Mom works there."
"Oh really ? Wow. That's cool. I wish my Mom was a doctor, but she's just an assistant." I babbled, make me want to slap myself silly. You're finally alone with Cameron Lacerda, not to mention laying in his other-worldly arms, and all you can think to talk about is your mother's occupation ?
"Trust me, it's not too fun when your Mom works long night shifts, and even when she's not is called in to treat emergency patients in the middle of the night." He said, gently setting me down on the pavement in order to fish his keys out of his pocket. The keys to the silver Kia Forte in front of us, the car which every single girl in school has dreamt of riding in.
While Cameron unlocked his car, I quickly pinched myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. Nope, I'm not.
"So um, do you have any siblings ?" I asked to break the silence, though I already knew the answer. I knew every detail about him down to the number of boxers he has. Well, not really, but you get what I mean.
"Yeah, my little brother Max. He's about to go into freshman year." He said as he scooped me up again and walked over to the passenger side, gently putting me inside.
Holy shizzle. I was Cameron Lacerda's car.
Hardly believing my situation, my eyes scoured every inch of the driver and passanger seat, looking for candy wrappers or chip bags or empty cans of beer or even lace panties or something. But I find nothing. Suprisingly, it was pristine. I'd always expected his car to be a pig-sty.
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My Sister's Boyfriend
Teen FictionI thought my junior year of high school was going to be as boring and uneventful as the previous years. After all, I was still the same old music obsessed nerd as I had always been. In fact, I thought this year would be a lot more miserable, since...
