Bloodsucker •Cameron Dallas•

0.9 - life experiences

14:55

That's the fifth time I have looked down at my watch to check the time, within this minute. I guess patience isn't a key skill of mine.

Both Katherine and Candice aren't aware of what Cameron and I are doing. If they did, I'd probably be dead right now.

I walked down the hallway and took a quick look at myself in the mirror. My hair was wavy due to my plaits I left in over night, and my face was nearly bare. I had only applied mascara, filled in my eyebrows and smeared some lip balm on.

After approving of my look, I walked towards the door to put my shoes on. Once I put them on, I checked my watch for the time, again.

15:00

And at that exact moment, the door bell rang. I found myself quickly opening the door, and taking in the current view.

"Hey."

I was slightly breathless. He looked decent.

No. Scratch that.

He looked hot.

"Hey, beautiful." He greeted back.

His compliment caused my heart to beat faster, and by no doubt, made my cheeks redden.

"We're matching." He smiled and I noticed he's right.

He had worn an army printed jacket, as did I. The jacket showed off his masculinity. It showed his broad shoulders and the outline of his muscles. It was really hot.

"Thank you." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, attempting to distract how I truly felt now.

Embarrassed.

He really needs to stop hearing my thoughts.

I then heard him chuckle. He heard me, yet again.

"How does Prezzo sound to you?" Cameron asked, as I shut the door.

"Prezzo sounds good." I replied.

"Good." He smiled as he took his car keys out.

However, I stopped him.

"Can we walk instead?" I asked.

Prezzo isn't too far away. I'd say it's a five to ten minute walk.

"Yeah. Sure." He smiled.

He linked arms with me unexpectedly, and I immediately felt hot from his touch. The heat I felt rose to my cheeks, and my mind was now blurred.

"Do you have a middle name?" Cameron asked breaking the silence.

That's seriously the first question he had planned on asking? He could have done slightly better.

"Nope. It's just Yasmin. Yasmin Demir." I said.

"I thought you would have had a middle name." He said in surprise.

"Well you thought wrong."

My response was simple. I didn't know how else to respond, which left me to feel useless under is almost-toxic charm.

"What's your full name?" I asked in return.

Now I could have done seriously better.

This is the moment where I mentally shake my head.

"Cameron Alexander Dallas." He said proudly.

"You're obviously not American." He grinned.

I let out a chuckle.