Jerk. {Cameron Boyce}

Chapter 5

"Hey."

"Hey!"

"Wake the fuck up." All of a sudden something hit my face.

I stir, take the pillow off my face and sit up.

I look around my room dazed with my eyes still half closed.

"What the?" I look over and see a smirking Cameron leaning against my door frame.

"I came to tell you that today," he points a finger at me. "you need to stay out of my way."

I raise an eyebrow. "Not that I was planning on standing in front of you all day but may I ask, why the sudden urge to boss me around?"

"I'm having the JESSIE cast over today and I don't want you there."

"Whatever you say, King Cameron." I say and roll my eyes.

He lets out a scoff and leaves my room.

I huff and fall back on to my pillows.

After a few minutes of debating I decided to lug myself out of bed and get some breakfast.

"Where's Maya?" I ask Cameron as I walk into the kitchen.

"At a friends." He replies not looking up from his cereal.

I pour myself a bowl as well and join him at the island.

I swear, I've eaten so much cereal in the last few days that I could probably name ten different brands off the top of my head.

When I finish my food I go back upstairs and decide to take a shower.

I lock Cameron's bathroom door and press shuffle on my playlist.

Smash Mouth's All Star blasted through my speakers as the hot water hit my back.

After my shower I wrapped a towel around my body and walked back into my room.

I changed into a pair of acid washed shorts and a burgundy top, then walk over to my mirror, that was safely placed in the corner beside my bed, to do my makeup.

I put on some winged eyeliner and mascara then blow dry my hair.

Deciding to leave it natural I take one last glance in the mirror and walk out of my room. Well, try to.

I twist and turn the knob but it won't go all the way, as if it's locked.

I look through the key hole and see something blocking it. It looks like the top of a chair.

"Cameron you asshole." I mutter under my breath.

I walk over to the bathroom door and try to open that only to see that it was locked as well.

I look around my room for something skinny, long, but hard. Finally my eyes land on a pointer stick that I have for absolutely no apparent reason at all.

I walk back over to my door and get on my knees. I close my eyes and pray that this works.

I push it through the key hole and slowly prod at the chair, hoping to not make too much noise.

After a few tries the chair slowly falls to the ground. Thankfully, it doesn't make much noise when it falls.

I smile in satisfactory and throw the stick on my bed before opening my door.

I neatly place the chair against the wall beside my room and walk down the stairs.

I hear laughter coming from the living room and I walk towards the source.