the runaway | jcc ✧˚.

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"Cameron, get the fuck up. I'm sick of your shit." My stepmom bursted into my room and ripped the covers off of my body.

I've had enough. I'm done with her bullshit. Like, we're not even related and she's acting more like my mom than my mom does. Like, the fuck.

"Stop acting like you run my life." I mumbled into my pillow. "You always fucking treat me like I'm you're damn daughter."

"Excuse me, but you live in my house and eat my food." She grabbed my ankle and pulled me slightly, but enough to make me uncomfortable and change my position that I was comfortable in.

"Uhm, no hoe. I live in my dad's house and eat my dad's food that he bought. So fuck you." I got up and threw my hair up in a messy bun, brushing pass her and quickly stepping down the stairs.

"Here Cam, made your favorite." My dad slid a plate of a homemade breakfast sandwich and glass of milk across the table.

"Thanks dad." I smiled and took a sip of milk as my stepmom, Nancy, walked down stairs, shooting me a glare.

"Morning Nanc," My dad kissed her forehead and passed her her cup of coffee.

I rolled my eyes and put my plate and glass in the sink and went back upstairs.

I hopped in the shower and ya know, washed my hair and my body. I got out and brushed my hair and teeth.

I got dressed and blow dried my hair, putting makeup on soon after.

I grabbed my gold rolex watch and book bag and ran back downstairs.

I grabbed an apple just in case I get hungry again and shoved it in my bag.

"Bye Cam," My dad kissed my forehead and handed me my car keys to my black range rover.

"Bye." I ran out of the door; I'm so close to being late on my fucking first day of school.

I hopped in my car and sped out of the long drive way and stepped on the gas, continuing to speed my way to Backlin High.

I pulled into the school parking lot as everyone stared at me. I don't blame them. I'm a junior in high school with a huge black range rover, blasting rap music at 7:00am. Hm.

I parked, pulled off my sunglasses, grabbed my bag, and hopped out, everyone's eyes on me while gossiping to their petty group of friends.

I walked passed them into the building to go to the office.

"Hi, uhm. I'm Cameron Lox and I'm new here. Junior."

"Right, right. Here's your schedule, locker number, and locker combination. Have a nice day." The principle handed me a slip and left me to my day.

"Thanks, you too."

I stared at the paper until I walked out and found out which way to go.

I eventually made it to my locker and grabbed the books that were already in there. I looked at my schedule again.

I guess my first period was English. Yay. My favorite.

I mentally rolled my eyes and started walking to class. When I opened the door everyone turned to look at me, including the teacher. I was late. Shit.

"Well hello there."

"Hi." My voice was small and had anxiety in certain situations, but that's not the point. The point was that my voice was small because it just was naturally, not because of shyness or because I chose to me that way.

I walked to the front of the class and handed her the slip I was supposed to.

She shook my hand and handed me back my slip. "Would you mind introducing yourself?" She asked politely I hesitated but turned to the class and started talking normally.

"Hi, my name's Cameron Lox, and I'm from a high school in Anaheim, I moved here to Los Angeles because I got expelled. Isn't that great?" I chuckled while shaking my head and walking to the middle of the class where the only empty seat was.

The intercom came on and everyone went quiet.

"Will Ms. Smith and Mr. Cal please come to the office?"

The teacher sighed and walked out the door, "Behave,"

"Behave my ass," I mumbled to myself and started doodling in my notebook.

"Sup," I heard a voice next to me.

I looked to my right to see a quite attractive kid: brown eyes, brown curly hair with blonde highlights, an extremely unique style that I fell in love with, and to top it all of he had perfect straight white teeth.

"Hey," I continued to look at him with heart eyes and soon realized what I was doing so I looked away and blushed, continuing to doodle in my notebook.

"I like your watch," He started poking it.

"Thanks."

"Jc," He stuck out his hand out and I shook it.

"Cam,"

"So why'd you get expelled?" He asked, playing with his locks of curls.

"I had sex in the bathroom."

"Holy shit, really?!" He suddenly seemed really intrested in the topic.

"No you idiot," I laughed "I pulled pranks."

"What kinda pranks?"

"Spray painted all the windows, trashed the classes I was in, broke the mirrors, and fought some hoe because she was just talking shit." I started looking through my bag to see if my lighter was still in there when my weed fell out of the small plastic bag it was in.

"FUCK!" Everyone turned to look at me, and then turned back around seconds after I gave a reassuring smile.

"Shit, shit, shit." I started rummaging through my bag starting to pick up the little grams of it and putting it back in.

"Dude, what the fuck happened? Why are you freaking out so mu-" He got up and looked in my bag and had a bright expression on his face.

"Ayeee, you have one rolled?" He whispered, raising his eyebrows.

I was kind of unsure if I should tell him or not but fuck it.

"Yeah, two blunts. You?"

"Nah. Too risky for me to bring my weed." He shook his head, "Wanna ditch at lunch?"
"Hell yeah, where?"

"Meet me near the girls bathroom in the front of the building. You had to see it when you walked in. It's literally right there."

"Ight. I got you." I closed my bag up and that's when the bell rang.

"Woah, wait. Gimme your number just in case." He handed me his phone and I put my number in. "Thanks. See ya later." He winked and caught up with his friends down the hallway.

"Damn, Cam. You got a cute guy on your hands that can smoke with you?" I whispered to myself and started walking to history: second period.