Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty Four

Chapter Song- 

(His Album GIVES ME LIFE) Mark My Words - Justin Bieber (Put it on repeat)

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Almost 45 minutes have passed since I talked to Cameron and he's still not here. I thought about calling him, but what would that do? I'm completely out of the mood anyway. I walk downstairs and go to the fridge, pulling out things I could eat for brunch. As I grab the eggs, the doorbell rings. I roll my eyes, grab a Snapple, and walk to the door. I open it and see Cameron standing there with a red box and some orange soda.

"I fell back asleep, please accept my peace offering." He smiles slyly. I walk away from the door but leave it open for him to come in. "I take that icy glare as a forgiveness."

"Sure, Cameron." I mumble, plopping back on the couch.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No," I lie. "I just really wanted to see you 48 minutes ago and now I don't want to see like I did then."

He looks around my house, confused. "Were you like..." he runs a hand over his body and scrunches his face up before smirking slickly. I straight face him before rolling my eyes and looking away. He begins to laugh hysterically like me wanting to have sex with him is the funniest thing in the world. 

"Oh yeah, so funny." I mock with a straight face. He falls onto the couch, laughing into my lap.

"I didn't know!"

"Yeah, well let's see who's gonna get it again. Hm, is it funny now?"

He stops laughing and looks up at me. "You wouldn't do that."

I kick him off my lap. "I would." I take a drink of my Snapple without looking at him. He sits up and wraps his arms around my body.

He kisses my neck and mumbles, "I'm sorry."

"No you're not." I swat him away from me like a child, but he doesn't move. 

He kisses my neck again, except longer. "You sure you're not in the mood?"

"Yup." I get up, take the orange soda that he dropped next to him and walk into the kitchen, leaving him to hug the couch.

"What's up with you?" He questions, following after me quickly.

"Nothing." I state, simply.

"It's not like you're mad at me for not showing up..." I stay silent, not feeling a response. "It's something more." I can hear him walking closer and closer to me. "Leighton."

I turn around and look at him. His posture. His hair. Him. He knows something's wrong. Something shouldn't be wrong. I'm fine. He's fine. Everything should be fine. We're fine, I remember telling my mom. But it's not. Because I still feel that feeling. The feeling I got when my dad came home after being drunk. That feeling I get when he calls me asking to talk to my mother. The feeling I get when he calls me baby. That shitty feeling that will never go away. No matter how many changed numbers, or police reports, or court dates. I'm physically and mentally scarred and the physical ones may disappear, but I will forever be fucked up because of him.

I realize Cameron's been rambling on about me and I wasn't listening to a word, which pisses him off.

"God Cameron." I mumble, rubbing my finger on my bottom lip and staring at the ground.

"What?"

"Shut up."

His head cocks back. "What the hell Leighton?"

"What?"

"Why'd you tell me to shut up!?"

"Because you're rambling!"

"You ramble all the time!" His voice gets deeper, which means he's upset. I roll my eyes and walk past him. "Hey!" He half shouts after me. "What are you doing?"

I open the door and look at him. "I wanna be alone right now."

His head cocks back for a second, as he's taken aback by my mood change. It's like I can't stop, and I don't want to either. I've already started.

"So you want me to leave?" He asks, dumbfounded. "Leighton what is wrong with you? Are you mad I overslept and I was late? Because if you are, I'm sorry. Seriously, just talk to me." He starts towards me, slowly. 

I move back, showing that I don't want to talk. "Please." I speak quietly.

"No." 

"Cameron." I mutter, dumbfounded myself. 

"I'm leaving you if you need someone. You'll do something stupid and I'll feel bad about it." He takes the door and shuts it, towering over me. "So I'm staying here and you're gonna talk to me."

I arch my eyebrows, stubbornly realizing that he's not going to leave. I don't know what to  say. And I don't want to say anything either. 

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. "So?"

I hear footsteps as Collin walks out into the living room. He looks at me, then Cameron, then back at me. "What's going on?"

I look up at Cameron before he catches my glance. I reopen the door and look outside. "Cam was just leaving."

Cameron sighs, mostly out of anger. He pulls up his pants and paces out with a clenched jaw. He slams his car door and drives off. 

I shut the door and look at my brother.

"You okay?"

I bite the inside of my cheek.

"I'm fine."

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A/N:I'm so mad I don't have a phone ! Life is pretty much shit without it and I can't update for you guys which makes me upset cos Cam posted some really hot pictures on Twitter lmao ! Hopefully I get a new phone :(