Touring With Magcon//cameron dallas

SLUTTY

I hate Thursdays. I also hate every other school day- even Friday.

Fridays were so over rated, anyway. Just because school didn't continue the next day didn't make it any more miserable than your average Tuesday because they both had one thing in common: actually having to be in school.

I put on some concealer to hide my hideous dark circles, apply a few coats of mascara, and tame my crazy hair before I get dressed.

I scoop my breakfast into my mouth, crunching as I check Twitter.

My boyfriend tweeted: sleep tightx

I grin. He was specifically tweeting out to me when he put (x) at the end of his tweets.

I favorite it and keep scrolling, stopping to look up when my mother comes in the room a few minutes later.

"Ready to go?" She asks.

I nod, dumping out the remainder of my milk in the sink before swinging my backpack around my shoulder.

I followed her out to the car, putting in my ear buds as I streamed music on Spotify Premium. I was currently playing Zayn's new album, 'Mind of Mine'.

When Mom finally arrived at the hell hole - *excuse me* - "school", I stepped out, sighing as I had to face yet another day at this place.

It just made me think about today, and how supposedly I was going to be touring with Magcon for the remainder of their trip, according to Cameron.

I haven't even confirmed with him if he was kidding or not, and not even my mother knows about this so-called plan.

Okay, so I guess I should probably back it up a little.

I was dating Cameron Dallas- yes, the one with 14 million Instagram followers.

The way me and Cameron Dallas met went a little like this:

Flashback to two years ago

It was my first day at my new job at Target.

Mr. Pettyson, my manager, was giving me a tour of where everything was when I suddenly felt a tap on my back.

"Excuse me?" Cameron asked me.

I turned around and gave him the fake smile that Mr. Pettyson told me was 'necessary' apparently. "Yes, how may I help you?" I asked him nicely.

"Wow this is going to be embarrassing but I need a favor." He said.

"What favor??" I asked curiously.

"Uhm, so my ex girlfriend is here with her new boyfriend and I kinda need you to hold my hand so she gets jealous."

I stared at him as if he was crazy. "Heck no-" I begin to say, but that's when I saw the look on Mr. Pettyson's face. He always said "customer satisfaction is the number one priority", so I had a feeling I would have to do this so called favor.

I really didn't want to hold his hand, like trust me, but if it meant possibly impressing my new boss then why not.

I sigh before grabbing his hand. "I mean I guess, but only for a minute."

When Mr. Pettyson smiles I know I've done the right thing. Who knew working at Target would be such a pain?

"So where's your girlfriend?" I asked him once we were far enough from Mr. Pettyson.