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14//trust issues

maeve;

"don't try me," i warn as some jock paul casen teases me around.

it's been 5 days since i last tweeted cameron.

i haven't heard of him since, and he hasn't been active on social media either.

well, except for that one brandon andre photoshoot post on instagram.

a pinch on the cheek wakes me up from my thoughts.

"hey, are you going to listen?" paul asks annoyed.

"what the hell do you want from me?" i ask, sick and tired of this b.s.

"will you get leila drunk for me at the party?" he asks hopefully.

"for what?" i roll my eyes, already knowing the answer.

"sex." he answers simply.

"what the hell is your problem? and i would help you, but i don't deal with bitches." i respond.

"i thought you two were tight, you know. i wouldn't be surprised if you two already hit it off on the couch." he says.

"this is why you don't get many girls. you say impulsive things and expect them to put up with your crap." i state before walking away.

"hey wait up!" he shouts behind me.

i stop and turn back around.

"what do you want now?" i ask, annoyed.

"i heard about your hook up with that guy from vine." paul says.

i stop.

completely freeze.

who told him?

oh, right. i think as i finally remember about leaking my twitter a few months ago.

"that's none of your business." i state before walking away.

at least, attempting to walk away.

"don't you ever wait?" he rhetorically asks while grabbing my shoulder and bringing me to face him.

hand still on my shoulder, he looks at me straight into the eyes.

"it may not be my business, but i'm not going to stand here and watch you get stepped on by some arrogant jerk." paul says.

where did his sudden care for me come from?

"like you?" i joke.

but he seems to take it seriously.

and he just frowns and walks away from me.

...

when i got back from school that day, i thought about paul casen and that confusing conversation.

why did he care?

after all, he was just some jock that only cared about sex.

right?

ding!

i glance at my phone and see a text from cameron.

cameron: hi

what the hell?

there's no way i'm talking to him after all he's done.

he can just go back to that "totally hot" girl.

ding!

cameron: i know you've seen it.

cameron: you're trying to ignore me.

cameron: i understand.

cameron: i regret what i did.

cameron: i'm sorry.

cameron: please

cameron: i've never felt this way about a girl before.

cameron: from the day i laid my eyes on you.

cameron: i made such a horrible mistake leaving you for that girl.

cameron: i was different back then.

cameron: now i've changed and i'll prove it to you.

cameron: maeve

cameron: i won't give up on you.

cameron: on us.

okay so now he's "changed"?

that's complete bs.

i find it pretty hard to believe he could've changed his shitty personality in 5 days.

but for some odd reason, my arms were urging me to type back a reply.

so i did.

maeve: i'm not convinced. after what you did.

cameron: i get you. i wouldn't trust myself either.

maeve: so why should i trust you? just to build up another connection and have you shatter what's left in me, once you're suddenly attracted to some new girl? then you're going to come crawling back saying you made another "mistake"?

maeve: i find it funny to be honest.

cameron: i'm sorry

maeve: forget it. an "i'm sorry" doesn't change anything.

maeve: why say that when you don't mean it?

cameron: i do mean it

maeve: forget it.

i might seem like i'm making a big deal out of this.

but he needs to understand that he was my only way out of this empty hole i call life.

he was my sun when i was filled with sadness.

but he didn't know how much he meant to me.

so he broke my heart carelessly.

even though we were never anything to begin with.