Mistakes | Cam Dallas

Chapter 21

|Chapter 21|

"I hate you." I said.

"I'll be there in ten fucking minutes. Be ready." He hung up.

"Asshole." I ran to my closet to get ready. I didn't really want to do this. Partially because I'm freaking out and partially because he's forcing me. I didn't know what to wear. I pulled on some black jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. I obviously had to look cool. The sun would be setting and it would be awful. In my eyes and everything. I put on some black ankle boots and fixed my makeup. Mandy is watching Alexia. She can never watch her when I go out with Brandon, but with Cameron, she's always open. I put my phone in my pocket and there was a knock, more like banging, at the door.

"I'm fucking here!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes and walked to the front door. I swung it open and there he was, standing there against the door frame. "You clean up nice." He winked.

"And you're an asshole," I smiled. I noticed we were basically matching. "Honey, you're going to have to change."

"Nah. We'll look cute." I shook my head and quickly went back to my room. I put a black shirt on instead. I walked back out.

"That's better. Are you ready?" He nodded. We walked down the stairs and out the front doors. There was this little tiny pink bike and it had Dora on it. "Hell no." I laughed. He sat on the seat.

"I was thinking you could sit on the handle bars," he smirked. "Come on, vaminos."

"No way. Seriously, where is it?" Here stood up and walked over to the curb, where the sleek black bike was sitting. He put his leg over the side and sat down. He kicked up the kick stand and faced me.

"Come on," I was hesitant. I placed my hands on his shoulders and threw my leg over it. I put my feet up and my arms tightly wrapped around him. "I like this." I could feel his smirk.

"N-No helmets?" He laughed.

"I am not messing up my hair. I'll go slow. Slower." He shrugged and turned it on.

[ALWAYS WEAR HELMETS KIDS! ESPECIALLY ON MOTORCYCLES. THEY'RE JUST DUMB.]

"Why is it so fucking loud?" I asked.

"Because." Then, we were off. I tightly closed my eyes, hanging onto him. I rest my head on his shoulder. I finally got over it and opened my eyes. The city moved by like a blur. Everything was so beautiful. The lights in the city were lighting up and it was just beautiful. I felt free and young with no responsibilities, but sadly, none of that is true anymore. I frowned slightly and while we were stopped, I put on my sunglasses. The light was hurting. I leaned my chin on his shoulder, taking in my surroundings. He looked so focused while he rode. He was so-- What am I saying? Right! Nothing. He stopped and turned off the bike. He helped me off and we walked into this bar. He opened the door for me and I silently thanked him. I walked into the crowded place and his hands rest on my hips, guiding me through the clusters of people.

"You should've worn leather pants." He whispered.

"Why?" I made a face.

"Because they would totally... flatter your.. figure." I elbowed him and he chuckled.

"No thanks." I sat down at the bar and he sat next to me. He pulled a carton of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket. He lit it and I waved the smoke away.

"Calm down, would you?" He exhaled.

"No." I said. After ordering my drink, I quickly drank it.

"I'm going to piss. I'll be back." He put out the cigarette and put it behind his ear. I just nodded and he walked off.

"Care to dance?" This guy asked. He was cute, but a bit young for my taste.

"Hmm, I don't know." I haven't danced in.. years.

"Please." He said and I sighed.

"One dance." I stood up and we walked into the crowd. I don't really remember much, due to my fast drinking. I laughed so hard when Cameron punched the guy in the face. He dragged me out of there and we took a nice long silent walk. He stopped walking. I turned and he sighed.

"That didn't make make me happy." He pouted. 

"What do you want me to do?" I crossed my arms.

"Be my girlfriend." I laughed.

"And I want Harry Styles to be my sugar daddy. Both not happening." I continued walking. 

[Same^^]

"I'm sorry. Just forget I even said anything." He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. He seemed upset.

"Cam," I sighed. "Don't be like that. You know I have my reasons." He just nodded. I pulled his hand out of his pocket and wrapped his arm around me.

"It's okay. I'm just going to be forever alone." I shook my head.

"No." I will not believe that. Lord knows he's got a slut waiting for him to come home.

"Let's eat." He turned down a random street to a bunch of food trucks. I was excited.

"Now, we have to try every one." I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street. He groaned, but I could feel him smiling.

***

"Do you.. um.. want to come up?" I pointed over my shoulder.

"Okay." I got my keys out and we started walking up the three flights of stairs. I opened the door and his arms wrapped around me. Woah, deja vu.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing." He pushed my hair away from my neck.

"Stop." I pulled my hair back.

"Remember when we had so much sex?" He questioned.

"Stop reminding me." I tried prying his hands off. Didn't work.

"It was so good. It was like every other day." He said against my neck.

"And?" I closed my eyes.

"And you need to get laid."

[It has been some years, oh my. I apologize for my absence. I don't know when I'll update next. I'm just full of surprises these days.]