Our Love Story

Chapter 2

Let me explain. Sophomore year, I really wanted to be popular...Tyler told me if I wanted to be popular which would start at is being his girlfriend, I would have to humiliate Cameron. Yes I felt really terrible, but I was stupid and young...I regret what I did til this day..

I got Cam to go on a "date" with me. It was romantic until Tyler signaled me to do something... So I led Cam on and he leaned in to kiss me. As soon as I saw his eyes close I smashed red velvet cake in his face and laughed while Tyler and his friends filmed. I stood up regretting what I did quickly. Tyler came up and put his arm around me and said "Nice job, babe" while he pecked my cheek. Ever since then Cams never said a word to me.

I woke up to the sound of "My Milkshakes" coming out of my alarm. I hate that song. Need to wake up? Put your alarm to the song you hate the most and you'll be sure to wake up to turn it off.

I turned off my alarm and it was 5:30 am. I knew Chad was at the bar still and Lena at work. I got out of bed, and picked out what I was gonna wear for the day. I texted Cam.

E: Can you make breakfast?

C: Why don't you make it yourself?

I rolled my eyes at the message and went to straighten my long, thick, and curly hair. I then put on my favorite jeans that fit my hour glass figure just right. I put on a white tank top and tucked it in the jeans that came up to the lower part of my belly button, I put a cute tribal maroon and white cardigan on on the white tank top, and put on my maroon vans. I looked in the mirror and decided to do a small amount of makeup.

I walked passed Cams room and he was styling his hair up. He was wearing a black V-neck shirt, and khaki shorts with black vans. He looked at me, and rolled his big brown eyes. "Would you stop checking me out?" He said with a smirk "Whatever" I laughed a little and walked down to the kitchen. I started to cook eggs and bacon and put biscuits in the oven. Cam came down and started to grab a plate. I watched him for a second and he looked me in my hazel eyes. We held eye contact and he suddenly moved quickly to the stove and got the burned biscuits out...he slid the into the trash. "That was close" he said slightly smiling at how I suck at cooking. He took over on cooking the bacon and eggs. We quickly ate and went to our cars. He was 17 too and owned a blue jeep. I owned a silver Honda.