Summer in Cali (c. d.)

〰Chapter 3〰

   Suddenly, a red, brand new looking Porsche came riding its beautiful self in the lot and a teen came out darting his eyes around as if looking for something. Probably the cops, I thought. By the looks of him, he just radiated a bad boyish type of aura.

   His eyes stopped by at something. No...someone. And that someone was Jackson.
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Jackson went running as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the strange yet familiar looking stranger. "Cammmm!!!" Jackson took off running towards the guy.

"Jackson, no!!" I yelled, but surprisingly, the guy held out of arms and hugged the little guy.

My jaw dropped. This was Cam? God forbid I thought it was some careless, unsanitary hillbilly guy who probably got drunk everyday and had nothing better to do then gamble. Who else of course would leave a 5 year old out in the open like that.

But something about this guy was...off. Maybe it was the fact that he was driving around in a leather jacket and a freaking shiny Porshe car, or maybe it was the fact that this guy looked so dang familiar. Tess, however interrupted my chain of thoughts like usual.

"Hey Mar, I found someone who might've able to—whoa, who's that smokin hottie?"

I rolled my eyes. "That my friend, is Cam."

Her eyes suddenly widened with shock and I was about to ask what it was but she forcefully took my arm towards 'Cam'. "Tess, what are you—"

And then I was face to face with him. I never really cared for guys, honestly, Tess told me that all of them were f***-boys (but that didn't stop her from hooking up with a new one every week) But I did go through this one phase in 6th grade where I was just plain nervous around them, now I honestly don't care, Tess's right, all of them are a bunch of guys that if you don't give them what you want, they become into a bunch of jerks and a-holes. But there was something about him—his intriguing soft yet "bad boyish" type face looked so......familiar. 

   As I was saying, I was face to face with him no thanks to my good ole friend Tess, and she had practically yanked me the entire way to him.

  She stuck out a hand and gave her award winning smile sure to win any guy over, "Hey there, I'm Tess, and this lil guy over here—"

"Jackson." I corrected her.

"Whatever Mar, anyways, Jackson here got lost and said he couldn't find his brother so we, uh, helped him a little bit and—"

"Basically what she's here trying to say is that Jackson got lost, we stayed with him, and just wanted to let you know that he's alright."

  'Cam' just raised an eyebrow at me and that started to question the way I thought of him. "Actually, I didn't lose him for your information. I just dropped him off for a little bit so that I could go run some....errands. He's fine and he doesn't need anyone to babysit him like he's a fragile doll or something. Thanks but no thanks." He motioned to Jackson, "C'mon Jack, we gotta get going."

   Suddenly, whatever emotion I was feeling before was replaced by anger. I've know enough of High School guys' behaviors at my school, and I've never really talked back, but in this town, nobody knows who I am, therefore I can act however I want.

Tess covered up Jackson's ears after some pretty colorful worded speech left my mouth unfiltered. "Hey!! Listen up since narcissist is too big of a word for you, how about asshole? Do you understand asshole? Or are you gonna leave that hanging around like your little brother here? We were being nice enough and responsible to look after your little brother but the word responsible obviously isn't in your dictionary. Do you want me to repeat that Cam? Ressssponnnsibllle."

   Cam slowly turned around and marched his way in front of me looking like he was going to murder me.

Oh well, at least I died a fighter.

Tess's eyes started to roam around, thinking until her face hit something that looked like realization, and she rushed back in the van to get something. So much for her support.

  Great, now I'm stuck in a Parking lot. Alone. In the dark. With a guy that looked like he was going to kill me. And that guy was annoyingly cute, I hated to admit, but that wasn't going to change anything.

   "No, you listen up here. When someone says to just leave them alone that means you do. Just mind your own fucking business, and move along, not get your huge nose up in everybody's faces. I'm not going to deal with an attitude filled-"

  Tess came back interrupting the storm we were raging on, holding up her phone with a picture of Cameron Texas-what's-his-face on  it. "YOU'RE FREAKING CAMERON DALLAS!!!!"