Distress

Eight

AVERY

Who the hell is this guy talking to me with such pure joke in his voice? I can't pin point what to think 'cause his stare allures me in the way I want to run and just hide. This feels so wrong, and just suspicious but I have a bad feeling about this Cameron effing Dallas.

I kept my straight-glower look on my face, not even saying a word, not even properly saying my name and just introduce myself with an alien or stranger of what you call. I know, I am being rude, blunt, ignorant whatever you wanted to call me but, my instincts are just going crazy not to trust this guy in front me.

And by speaking in front of me, his bare chest slightly sticking onto mine, while I back up much more away as possible but the couch just hit my leg.

That's when I held Shawn's hand and now I feel like I am floating in the air. My emotions drive me crazy, and they're flying and swooping everywhere. I honestly feel so safe whenever he's touching my hand, and that's when I look up to him.

Seeing him safeguard me with assuring look, and the way his eyes bloom with radiance and in contact with mine, it makes me go weaker. How much you hate to hear it, it does.

Nash clears his throat, basically pushing Cameron away from me as he landed on the carpet with a great and loud thud. But when he stood up, it's really none like he felt nothing.

"What do you want Cameron? And wait, why are you still here?" Nash withdraws the annoyed expression through his voice. What? It's his house and he must literally know who's apparently in it.

Cameron rolls his eyes, while pulling his hair and by that, he glances at me once again, seeing the same creepy gander in his eyes. He technically makes me not to trust him.

"I just wanted to ask you if you've seen my charger? Blaire wants to talk to me for um the next few hours. And second, because I wanted to?" He rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry but no, you're supposed to keep that!"

"I know okay? Just let me borrow yours."

"What? No way! Borrow Hayes' or mom's. I'm sick of you losing my charger for the tenth time." He huffs, and glares like he's a stranger in this room.

"Gosh you're so greedy." He speeds off and turn his back from us. As he is about to go upstairs, he shoots me another glance, but winking this time then rushes off.

I look at the two, seeing them both glower, and decided to turn the television off. Great, now they're in a bad mood.

"What was that?" I ask out of nowhere.

Shawn hesitantly faces me, as he kept both his hands on my shoulder. I can't deny they're warm and it brings me tingles. Stop Avery!

"Please, do not ever trust that guy." He whispers, much like yelling at the same time.

Nash nods, keeping his hands firm and shut it tight aggressively. Never of thought he can be a wild mad teen who just keep it all in.

I nodded too, and it seems like I have to believe them for some reasons. I know, I don't have the right to just "judge a book by its cover" but by the looks I got not so long ago, I think I will and I have to.

"Okay um, yeah I guess."

"Did you get scared?"

"Kind of? He keeps on looking at me like that, seems not a nice introduce. And he's been like that earlier." I fiddle with my hands, realizing how close he was to me.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve that. Just.. distance yourself away from Cameron." Shawn smiles at me adoringly, with ardor playing in his eyes.

He is so freaking adorable.