WORKING FOR CAMERON DALLAS *BWWM

Chapter 21: He's Okay

I literally smell the fresh cut grass from my balcony in the backyard. Derek likes to mow with his shirt off, sometimes. I watch, but not for sexual purposes, just to see where his head is at. He won't make eye contact with me at all. I guess he's still really upset about me and Atlas kissing or whatever.

I just want to desperately show him that it wasn't my fault! And I'm 100% sure she spoke to him about our fight, so he probably really doesn't wanna talk to me. It's been 4 days since the break out at the shop. No one has called me or shot over a text. No nothing. Derek is the closest I'll ever get back to that shop. He turns off the lawn mower to take a break. He briefly looks up and sees me at my balcony. He turns away and walks toward the ledge, viewing the city far away. I turn over and see Denise on the other side of the house on her balcony. I turn my whole body towards her. I haven't seen her in weeks, because our schedules never cross. But I got so much to say to her. She stares hard at Derek who goes back to mowing. I look at him and he stares back at her. I look  back to Denise, who waves, flirtatiously. He loosely waves back. Denise takes off her glasses, and rubs the tip of it down her bikini top. What's going on here?

"You missed a spot!" She points to an area on the grass.

"Thanks." Derek hollers back to her.

"And don't forget, I've got some desserts for you, inside." Denise noticeably sucks her finger as she eyes him and finally twirls off. Lord, please don't tell me this h*e aint sleeping with this boy.

I go back into my room and analyze the situation briefly. I'm bombarded with what happened at Leid and how me and Cameron had such a big blow out. I never thought we would do that to each other especially in front of everyone else. But I should know not to put stuff like that pass Cameron. I mean, he's a pretty depressed person.

As I stared at the ceiling, I grew sleepier and sleepier. I have nothing to stay awake for, might as well go back to sleep.

When I wake up it's 3:05 in the afternoon. I look around my room and rub my face. I get up to go to my bathroom but stop at the balcony before I do. I look to see that the lawn mower is still in the yard, where Derek last left it. It's really annoying that he doesn't clean up after himself. I decide to go bring it in to the backyard. As I make my way downstairs, I hear the front door slam hard. I go to see who left and it's Denise. She hurriedly walks to her car and speeds off. Must have a meeting today.

Before I could turn around to walk away, Derek walks pass me, scaring the living sh*t out of me. 

"You have to say something! Don't just brush pass me like that! Almost had a heart attack!" I yell.

Derek doesn't say anything. He just eyes me and keeps walking. Wait, why doesn't he have any pants on? Why is his shirt still off and why  is his hair even more f*cked up than this morning?

I put 2 and 2 together.

"Derek!" I yell at him.

He still ignores me. He walks to the refrigerator and grabs a drink like this is his home.

"I swear if you don't answer me!" I come at him and stop. He closes the door, still staring at me, then turns his back and walks outside. I follow very close behind.

"How long Derek? Huh?"

"What the f*ck are you talking about?" He finally says.

"You've been f*cking Denise, huh?!"

He lets out a cocky little laugh. That's a yes.

"You're a son of a b*tch, you know that?" I can't think of anything more hurtful than that. I'm dry on put downs today, I'm so speechless.