You Forgot me

Ch. 2) - Forgotten

Lux

*9 years later*

It's been 9 years since i saw Cam. I'm 17 now, so Cam would be 18. I use to miss him so much. But now I've got over him. He's gone, and life go's on.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Uugghhh." I growled as I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock. I threw the covers of my body as cold air met my skin, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I grabbed a towel before shuffling across the hall to the bathroom. I ran a hot shower before stripping and stepping under the water.

When I was Done I walked back to my room and got dressed in a black crop-top, skinny jeans, and black & red Jordan's. Most people would say I dressed like a boy but I made it work for me.

I went back in the bathroom and added a bit of conditioner to my frizzy curls. When I was satisfied with my hair, I began my makeup routine; applying eyeliner, foundation, my favorite Anastasia highlighter, and a bit of mascara to make my eyes pop more against my skin. Once I was finished I grabbed my favorite gold chain and slung my cheetah print backpack over my shoulder, and headed off to school.

It wasn't a short walk to school, but nothing I couldn't handle. When I got to school everyone was still in the parking lot, letting me know I had plenty of time left before the bell. So I dropped of some stuff at my locker, mostly unneeded books for my first classes. Then I found a empty bench, shaded by a oak tree. I pulled out my favorite book, The Angel Project, and decided to catch up on a few chapters.

I got weird glances, like it's was a freaking felony to read James Patterson.

Kids tended to stay away from me, not that I cared anyway. But, I was known as the 'gay freak', which irritated the hell outta me. I mean, I may dress a little boy-ish but I was not attracted to females in any kind of way.

I put my book down when I heard the voice of all my nightmares. "Well, well, well, look girls we have the gay freak turned into the gay geek." Abby's high pitched voice gave me a headache. It got even worse when her clones laughed like it was the funniest thing on earth. "I thought I herd the devil." I sneered. Abby just put her fake nose up in the air, and strutted away with a eye roll. Her little minions following scurrying after her.

The bell rang and I headed to my first class of the day, science, my least favorite subject.

All throughout class, these two girls wouldn't shut-up about some boy. I may not like science, but I did pay attention. And these chicks were distracting me and working on my last nerve.

"O-M-G Stacy, I saw him in the mall shopping in FootLocker." Bimbo #1 giggled excitedly. "No way, I saw him looking a some-" I couldn't take it any more, I cut Bimbo #2 off before she could finish her sentence.

"Will you shut the fu*k up for crying out loud." I whisper yelled at them. They looked scared and nodded and turned around. I was satisfied that I now had some peace for the remainder of class.

But in every other period I had, all I heard was new kid this, and new kid that. I mean, if he's so new how doses everyone know about him.

But one convocation did manage to catch my attention.

"yeah I herd he use to live here. But his mom lost her job in Miami, so he's like poor or something now. And I think his name was like Cameron Jameson or something."

I froze. It couldn't be.....he's gone and never coming back. Plus his name was Jackson not Jameson. Maybe it's someone else.

Yeah, Someone else my a**.

After school I wasted no time in high-tailing it home. But, when I neared my house, I noticed two strange things; one was Cam's old house had a car in the driveway, second my house had a car in the driveway.

My mom is hardly ever home during the day, why would she be now? When I got inside my Mom was passed out on the floor with a bottle in her hand. She had drunk herself to sleep, agin. I ignored my mother as I walked up stairs to my room to do some homework.

Outside my window I could hear a moving van backing up, so I peeked outside to see what was going on. I saw a moving van in Cameron's old drive way. That house has been empty since they left.

I saw someone come out of the house, but I moved from the window before I got a good look at them. My heart began to race inside my chest.

Wow, could he really be back? I wonder if he'll still remember me after all these years. We were best friends after all, and he did make a promise.

A promise he didn't keep.

I got up, pushing my old friend from my mind. I pulled on some pajama shorts and a tank-top to sleep in. It was only 6:30pm but I crawled into bed anyway. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to Camron Jackson as I drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning was the same; Alarm. Growl. Shower. Change. School.

Today I picked out a red and black Adidas shirt black skinny jeans and black and red Adidas. On my way out my mom was still home, fast asleep on the couch snoring loudly. "Weird" I mumbled heading off to school.

I got to school a little late and had to run to class. When I got in class Mr. Maxwell was turned to the board and didn't see me so I softly closed the door and tip-towed to my seat. Half way there I heard a high pitched voice say "Mr. Maxwell, we have a late student." In an overly sweet voice.

Damn Abby.

Mr. Maxwell snapped around and glared at me. "Detection Ms. Valentine." He snapped. I stomped to his desk picked up the pink slip and left, sending the middle finger to a smug looking Abby. I've had detection a few times, so it was nothing new to me. I walked extra slow, in no rush to get to the ISS(In school suspension) room.

On my way to detention, I stopped to read a new poster that was stapled to the school's info board. We had a new dolphins club. Interesting.

While I was reading the poster info, I suddenly felt someone staring at me. When I turned around I was met with familiar hazel orbs. Oh no.

It was him.

"Hey Shorty, what's your name?" He asked smirking as he neared. The only thing I could think of was how much he changed. His curly afro was gone, replace with a short fade, His skin is slightly darker, probably from the Miami sun. But He still had his dimples and scar on his left eyebrow from when he fell off park's monkey bars, and had to get stitches.

"Hello! any body home?" He asked waving his hand in my face. I snapped outta it and turned on my heel, in the opposite direction. "I'm late." Was all I said as I headed to detection.

He didn't remember me. He forgot me.