Forced to marry Cameron Dallas

Chapter 3: Cameron meet Rose

Rose POV
I sink into the chair. Shopping was awful and tiring. I look at the time. Holy shit! It was 4 o'clock already. My mum suddenly burst into the room.
"Put this on." She said sternly.
I glumly took it and went to the bathroom. Its was a white dress. It reached mid thigh. It was sleeveless and tight and covered with lace at the top. From waist down it was like a skirt.
I put on and then curled my hair. Then i put on a little bit of makeup otherwise mum would have screamed at me. I put on a bright red lipstick, winged eyeliner, mascara and blush. I never wore foundation or concealer because i was blessed. Then i walked out of the bathroom and mum gave me nod. I wore my high heeled white boots and took my white and black purse stuffing it with the essentials. Then i sat down and scrolled through my Instagram feed while i waited for the guests to arrive.

Ding dong dong ding.
I went downstairs to answer.
"Hi, you must be Rose. Your mother told me alot about you. I'm Cameron's mother, Marie." The woman mum had been describing to me.
Mum gives Marie a hug and exchange hellos. Apparently they were besties nearly their whole lives.
They all introduced themselves except the last boy. I shook David's hands and hugged Sierra. Her and Teresa were the same age so they were gonna be good friends.
"Hi, I'm Cameron." He said smirking at me. He was also checking me out. I gave him a disgusted look and let him in.
"Where's my hug?" He asks.
"Your not getting one, you perv." I mumble the last part. But mum encourages me and secretly giving me the mum eyes.
"Fine."
So i give him a quick hug.
"Rose, why dont you take him to your room."
"I dont think-"
"Just go."
"Fine. Come on Cameron," i say spitting his name out as if it was poison.
I walked upstairs. I could feel his eyes roaming my body. He may be attractive but- wait did i just call him attractive. I shudder at the thought and continue my way to my room.
Cameron POV
I followed her to her bedroom i assumed. I was amazed when i walked in. It was nothing like i imagined. The walls were slightly turquoise. The room was huge. There were sports and academic trophies in a filing cabinet in a cornor, a queen bed in the middle and her table and wardrobe to the sides. I sat down ob her bed and see her shudder lightly.
"Its all your fault, shorty" i tell her.
"Last time i remembered it was our parents fault and im not short!" She exclaimed. She kinda looked cute but i bet she was just like the other girls. At one point or another she was going to start acting like a slut and might even be a slut. Ughgh! Teenage hormones. Why else would i think shes beautiful.
"Prove it to me that your not short."
"I'm 5"2 for godsake."
"Yeah and i'm 6". So prove it to me how you are not short." I smirked.
"I-" she was interrupted by our parents calling us for dinner.
"Saved by the call," i tell her as i make my way downstairs.