The Slide Boy

Twelve

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Juliet POV

Its been a week since I've been out of the hospital, and a couple days since Nash came home. I haven't talked to Cameron ever since the day at the park. I haven't heard from him or even saw him at the park at all. Its weird going by and not seeing him on the slide, I was already so use to seeing him there. I wanted to call him, or text him, but I didn't even have his number. Taylor had it, but he and Nash refused to let me talk to him. Well, Nash made Taylor but still. They told me I didn't need him and that my life would be better without him. But I didn't care. I didn't care that maybe I didn't need him, and maybe my life was better without him, I didn't care because I was hopelessly in love with him. Not because of his jaw-dropping looks or his to-die-for hair; but for his million dollar smile that he never shows, for the way he secretly cares about people, for the way he blocks people out because he's secretly scared to get hurt, and the way he can act like such a 5 year old, but be totally cool about it.

"Juliet, hello earth to Juliet" Matt said, waving his hand in my face. I jumped, and looking at him. He laughed, biting his apple.

"Oh I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I asked, trying to concentrate on him. It was hard, because all I could think about was Cameron. I knew I was supposed to be with Matt, but I don't want him. I want Cameron. I know it sounds selfish, and it is, but I love Cameron.

"I asked what color your dress was going to be?" He repeated, raising his eyebrows "are you okay?" My eyes widened, as I remembered I was going to homecoming with Matt. I couldn't just blow him off, so I knew I had to go to homecoming with him. He snapped his fingers in my face, getting impatient again.

"Huh- I um I have to go. I'll call you later." I forced a smile, getting up and walking out of the house. He was currently at my house, while Nash rode with the other boys to the airport. I didn't go because I told them I was going to sleep, but that changed when Matt came over to talk about homecoming. I sighed, getting in my new car and buckling my seat belt. It wasn't as nice as my other one, but it was a black range rover which was what I asked for like 2 years ago, so I was okay with it. I drove down the rode I took when I was driving with Cameron. I was trying to clear my mind, yet all my mind wanted to think about was Cameron. Damn trader. I glanced over, and saw the rock I was sitting at with Cam. I pulled over, parking my car and walking to the rock. I sat down, looking out at the woods. Being here reminded me of the first time I talked to Cameron. It was weird, because we found this place together, I thought of it as our special place and yet here I was alone.

"Hey" a voice said, making me jump. I turned around and saw Cameron standing there looking at me with a small smile on his face. I was surprised to see him here. I didn't think he even remembered this place, or would even come here if he did. "Nice to know your out of the hospital."

"Nice to know you care" I snapped, sarcastically. I honestly just wanted to hug him, and tell him I missed him. But I couldn't. He hurt me a lot, and he needed to know that what he did wasn't okay.

"Look, Juliet I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know why I acted like that at the park that day. I was just-" I cut him off, walking past him and bumping his shoulder. I walked to my car, fighting the tears from coming out of my eyes. "Juliet!" He called, right before I opened my car door. I turned around, trying my best not to cry. He had such a confused and hurt look on his face that it made me feel so guilty. I mentally shook my head, reminding myself of what he did, what he said.

"Look Cameron, you don't have to pretend that you care or that you're sorry. Okay? The accident wasn't your fault, so don't feel guilty. I'm doing what you wanted, and I'm leaving you alone. That's what you wanted, right? So stop making it harder." I said, the last part making a tear slip from my eye. I wanted him to say something, anything, but he didn't. I wanted him to run after me, and beg for my forgiveness, but he just stood there, looking at me. I rolled my lips between my teeth, sniffing and looked away. "Goodbye Cameron" I whispered, opening my car door and getting in. I started my car, and drove away. I looked back through the review mirror, and saw him still standing there, looking out at the woods. I shook my head, trying to focus on the rode ahead of me. I whipped my tears away, but it was no use. They wouldn't stop flowing down my cheeks, and my vision was getting blurry. I stopped the car, banging on the steering wheel as sobs escaped my lips. Why did this have to happen? Why did I ever have to talk to him? Why did he have to come to my school? I leaned against the wheel, squeezing it with my hands. I wanted nothing more than to go and apologize to Cameron for being so rude, and for saying goodbye. But I couldn't. I was doing this because this is what he wanted. He feels guilty, and I don't want him to. I don't want his pretend sympathy for the car crash. It wasn't even his fault anyway.

**

I walked inside, Nash and Matt were on the couch playing video games. I stopped at the dorway of the living room, and bit my lip.

"Oh hey." Nash smiled at me, realizing I was standing there. "where were you?" He asked, glancing at me.

"I went to get some food" I lied, forcing a smile. He couldn't know that I saw Cameron, and especially that I talked to him. It felt weird hiding something from Nash, but I had to. "I'm tired, I think I'm going to just go lay down."

Nash paused the game and walked over, giving me a hug. I hugged him back, and sent a smile to Matt before walking upstairs. I layed down in bed, looking out my window. A sigh escaped my lips and I turned over, rolling into a ball and falling asleep.

Cameron POV

I never ment to hurt her. I never meant those things I said to her, I was trying to prevent her from getting hurt, trying to prevent them from hurting her. Yet I hurt her more. I hurt her by saying those things I said, by being such a dick to her. I just couldn't have her getting hurt. I know the kind of things they would do to her. The kind of torture they'd put her through until she died or killed herself. I knew that they'd do something and that's why I tried to get her to stay away, but it was to late. Its my fault she got in the car crash, my fault Nash almost died, and my fault she hates me.

My phone started to ring, and I glanced down at the screen. When I saw the contact name, my fists tightened and anger rushed through my veins. I answered.

"Cameron" a voice said evily, "Juliet was quite sexy, I might have to steal her for my..needs. She'll make such a good sex toy, I'll never need to use my hands again. Oh, what I'd do to her small petite body-"

"Don't you fucking touch her!" I snapped, throwing my desk chair across my room. I heard a chuckle from the other end.

"How about this, you have until your stupid highschool dance night to get my money or you'll never see her again, just like your parents." The voice chuckled evily, before the line was cut dead. I threw my phone at the wall, screaming and punching the wall. There was no way I'd let him near her. My blood ran cold, just thinking of the things he'd do to her.