I'm Fine (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 5

I arrive at home after a 20 minute long walk. I cried out all my tears by the 10 minute mark in my walk and I was now beyond exhausted. I open the front door and trudge past the living room to the stairs. All of the guys were over in the kitchen filming some type of challenge video and didn't even notice me pass by.

I felt like a zombie walking up the stairs, feeling completely drained. Emotionally and physically.

I've received 20 missed calls from Cam since I left the restaurant along with numerous texts asking what he said that was so wrong. Well he's not going to get that question answered now. Probably ever.

I get into my room and fall on my bed, face first, not even caring about anything anymore, hoping that I'd just pass out because lack of oxygen. That's when I hear a knock on my door.

"Go away!" I mumble through the bed as loud as I could.

Next thing I know, I hear my door creek open. I sit my body up to turn and see who was there. It was Jack G.

"Does 'go away' mean, 'come right in!' nowadays?!" I snap at him, rolling my eyes.

"What happened?" He sighs looking right at me as if I were a charity case. I don't blame him.

"What do you mean?" I continue to snap and get off my bed and walk to my bathroom.

I look in my mirror above my sink and see all my make up cried down my cheeks and stained there.

"Great." I huff to myself and grab a make up remover wipe.

"Are you okay?"

"Just perfect. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go to bed."

"At 2?" he raised an eye brow as he leaned against my door frame, arms crossed.

I look at him and roll my eyes once more, pushing past him and heading to my dresser.

"Jack, I'm not in the mood. Why'd you even come up here?"

"Matt seen that you came home and he wanted me to see what's up."

"Why you? Why couldn't he come up himself?"

"He's doing the video and I was just sitting there. Now, enough with questions directed at me. Answer mine. What's wrong? Why were you crying?"

"I can't tell you." I throw my shirt off over my head, not even caring that he was right there. I had a bra on, it doesn't matter.

I hear him clear his throat nervously and when I turn around to look at him, he's trying to look everywhere but at me.

"Uh, um, why?" He tried to stay on topic but was failing miserably.

I take to notice his stuttering which clicks on my head how to move on from Cameron.

"Do I make you nervous Mr. Gilinsky?" I smirk and giggle to myself and slip on a white tank top over my head and then change my pants, receiving another sound of his throat clearing. I laugh devilishly again.

"Shut up." he laughs at the ground.

I walk over to him, swaying my hips, and hand him my phone, showing Cameron's texts and missed calls to me. He nods his head in understanding.

"What happened? You get into you guy's first fight ever?"

"Something like that." I sigh and fall onto my bed and stare at the ceiling, now wearing nothing but a tank top and sexy, black Victoria's Secret panties.

Before I know it, Jack falls beside me and looks at me and I laugh at his dorky smile directed at me. Was he flirting? He never acts like this towards me because we don't talk enough to be this comfortable around each other.