secrecy • cameron dallas

= TWELFTH =

= Brooke =

"Drop the pasta, and your pizza won't get hurt." I point an umbrella towards Cameron, using it as an alternative for a lightsaber, or a sword, but I'd prefer lightsabers because admit it, it's cooler.

He started putting it down slowly, but stopped midway. "What are you waiting for, food stealer? Do it!" I shout, making circles with the umbrella.

He smiled evilly at me and started opening the packaging of my pasta. "What the fck are you doing? I said drop it." I mutter, through gritted teeth.

He dramatically grabbed the fork and right there, I knew he was planning to do something bad to my spaghetti. "Cameron!" I shout, once again, hoping he would get annoyed of all the shouting and just give up, but I guess, he had other plans.

"How dare you?" I glare at him, while he started chewing on my damn spaghetti. It was called mine for a reason!

I dropped the box of pizza on the table, and threw a slice at him. "Yo, stop!" He says, but I don't care, and I will never care. I continue doing so, and when he was out of focus, I jumped on his back, and tried getting the pasta out of his hold.

"You're crazy! Let me go!" He shouts, still trying to get me off of him, but I must say, I stick pretty well. "This shouldn't have happened if you just let the pasta go." I answer back.

"Woah, woah, woah. What's happening here?" Andrea bursts in the door, holding a huge bottle of softdrinks in her hand.

"It was his/her fault!" Cameron and I say simultaneously, pointing at each other. I glare at him, and he glared at me, as well.

"What the fck? I leave the both of you alone for 10 minutes to get drinks, and you have already caused this mess?" She says, making me stare at the ground like a kid getting guilty when she got yelled at by her parents.

"I'm sorry." I say, looking up at Andrea. "I am, too." Cameron says, shrugging. Andrea heaved a sigh. "Look, just go out and eat. I'll clean all of this." She says, settling the bottle on the countertop.

"No, we're cleaning this up. We made this mess, and it's our responsibility." I offer, nudging Cameron. "Yeah, what she said." Andrea smiles at the both of us, shaking her head.

"Nah. I don't want to leave the two of you alone, again. For all I know, my apartment could be on fire the next time I do that." She laughs, lifting the whole situation up.

"Thanks." I smile, grabbing my purse and heading out of the apartment, Cameron following closely behind me. "Wow, she took that differently than how I thought she would." He says, amazed. "Hmm, yeah." I agree.

Wait, I agreed on something he said?

"But, that doesn't change that it was your fault." I say, pissing him off. "No, you started it." He says back, pressing the down elevator button. "Maybe, I did." I say, walking in the elevator. "Really?"

"Nah." I say, flicking my wrist at him.

"How do I fcking end up with you everytime?" He asks as the elevator stopped at the lobby, and the door opened. "If I knew the answer, I'm probably not here, anymore." I answer.

I hopped in the shotgun of his car, waiting for Cameron to get in the driver's seat. I pulled my phone out, opening the front camera to see if I still looked neat, after everything that happened.

"Well, fck." I mutter upon realizing my shirt was covered in spaghetti sauce. Cameron was about to start the engine when I stopped him from doing so. "What now?" He groans.

"I need to change my shirt." I say, unbuckling the seatbelt, but Cameron stops me from getting out of the car. "No, I'm hungry."

"But, I can't go out looking like this."

"Just suck it up, and deal with it." He says, through gritted teeth. That may have offended me if I wasn't Brielle Wilde, but I am. "Then fine, deal with me, blabbing about my dirty clothes and how I badly want to change it.

He finally starts the engine, and that was a sign for me to start talking. "My shirt is dirty." I say. "I want to change it, like, I really do."

"I could already have clean clothes, if you let me run back to Andrea's apartment, but no, you have to stop me from doing so."

"Like, oh, hey, look at this shirt. It used to be white, but now, it's not because it has sauce all over it." I say, waiting for him to explode, and I'm pretty sure, it'll be anytime now.

"Can you please shut up?" He asks, making me raise my eyebrows at him. "I wouldn't even be talking, if only, you let me change my shirt!" I scream the last 6 words, making him stop the car.

"Fck, okay! I get it!" I smile sweetly at him, obviously pissing him off. I furrowed my eyebrows when he jumped off of the car. "Where are you going?" I ask, but I pressed my lips into a thin line when he slammed the door shut.

He opened the compartment, grabbing two shirts, and jumping back in the driver's seat. He handed me a ripped white shirt, and I stared at it, probably looking like a dumbass.

"What's that?" I ask, earning an eyebrow raise from Cameron. "You're dumber than I thought." He whispers, but I'm pretty sure he didn't intend that just to be a whisper. "It's a shirt, Brielle. It covers your upper body." He said slowly, like he was talking to a toddler.

I glare at him, hitting his arm, hard. "I know what that is, what am I supposed to do with that?" I ask. "You've been annoying me about your shirt. Go figure." He says, completely giving me the shirt.

It was a plain white shirt that was slightly ripped on the collar region, just like mine's, but it was larger. It's probably his. I covered my eyes, and started screaming when he took his shirt off. "Woah, what are you doing?" I ask, peeking through my fingers.

"I'm changing." He says, brows furrowed. I smile, embarrassed. "Yeah, of course." I say, looking away. "You should, too." He says, making me stare at him with wide eyes. Good thing, he has a shirt, already.

"What? No. I'll wait 'til we get to the restaurant." I stubbornly say. "You change now, or I'll get the shirt back." He says, making me roll my goddamn eyes.

I went to the back seat, settling behind Cameron's seat. "Don't dare look." I warned, making him snort. "I won't bother." He says as he started driving.

I quickly slipped onto his shirt, and went back to the shotgun seat. I plugged in my earphones, blasting a loud song to keep me occupied.

As I was leaning towards the window, I saw Cameron grab his phone, and I quickly snatched it from him. "What the fck?" He shouts, glaring at me.

"I don't wanna die, yet. Keep your eyes on the road!" I commanded while he was still trying to get his phone back from me. "Give it back!" He yells.
I unbuckled the seatbelt and jumped in the back seat, making it harder for him to get his phone back. "Brielle, I swear to god, give it back!"

"Not until we arrive at the restaurant." I say, thinking of a good way to piss him off. "I wonder what's in here." I mutter, waving his phone. He faked a laugh, "That is if you get in."

I smirk, "Oh, I will." I played with his phone, until I got to open it. "Yes!" I squeal, making Cameron stop the car. I took a look outside, and saw we were already in front of Chipotle.

I let out a shriek when Cameron jumped in the back seat with me, trying to grab his phone. "No!" I shout, hiding the phone on my back.

That scene lasted for what I felt like forever until I opened the door, jumping out. He was quick to follow me outside. We were stopped by a small group of girls, giggling nearby, holding their phones out.

I faced the food chain, seeing my reflection in the glass window. I was panting, and a little bit sweaty. My hair was a mess, and I was wearing Cameron's shirt. The girls approached the both of us, giving us meaningful looks as we chat with them.

Soon enough, we bid them goodbye, and finally went in the Mexican grill. Cameron and I settled for a seat by the window, where I can still get a glimpse of the girls, a while ago.

They were still looking at us with meaningful stares. It was pretty uncomfortable, and I don't wanna know what's going on inside their heads.

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