It's not my fault

Chapter 9- You make it seem like your Nancy Drew

I sat down on the bed, immediately noticing how comfortable it was. I rubbed the comforter, feeling the smoothness of it. Wow...

Cameron came in the room and stood in the doorway. He starred at me while I admired the sheets.

I felt his eyes on me, so I looked up at him and gulped.

"I'm sorry about my mom," I said to him. His face didn't change.

"Whatever," he shrugged like it was nothing, "I've never seen you so angry before..." He smirked. I laughed nervously.

"Are we just supposed to hide in here for he rest of the day?" He asked me.

"Well..."

I finally realized how weird this situation was.

"Well I think she's pregnant. It could just be harmones," I said, holding my breath.

"You think she's pregnant?"

"They're trying to hide it but I can see right through them."

He walked over to me and sat down beside me.

"You make it seem like your Nancy Drew," he chuckled.

"Okay well they are just bad at hiding things from me," I confessed.

We both laughed, trying to make this a little less uncomfortable.

Then we both stopped and stared into each other's eyes.

As we moved our faces closer together, I heard my heart beating in my head and I started getting butterflies in my stomach.

Our lips were almost touching and I could feel his breath on my lips.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Just ignore it," he whispered which made me shiver.

It rang again.

"I guess we should get that.." I said as I sprang from the bed.

"It's probably just your mom," he said to me.

"I just want to look through the keyhole," I said. I walked out the room and quietly went up to the door, Cameron close behind me.

I looked through the keyhole.

"Cam, it's Harold. He's brought a lot of straws. I think he wants a rematch of your spitball war."

"Well shoot..." He said, without actually saying the word "shoot".

"What are you doing to do?" I asked him.

"Obviously fight back."

He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of straws.

He handed me the bad and pulled 5 straws out of it.

"And your going to help me," he said, not giving me a chance to respond.

He opened the door and started shooting out of all five at the same time.

I grabbed three straws and did my best to fight back, although my aim was horrible compared to Cam's.

Harold was startled by the attack and almost instantly retreated.

"Take one for the road!" I yelled as Cameron shot him in the back of the neck.

He closed to door and we threw our straws away.

"Up top," he said and I high fived him.

"That was hot!" He exclaimed. I laughed.

Then I grabbed my face and kissed me passionately.

Then there was a knock at the window.

We looked over at the window and saw my mom making a heart with her hands. I heard her voice yell "I ship it!" From the other side of he window. We laughed.

But... We didn't want her watching us right?

I waved at her, and then took Cameron's hand and led him to the bedroom making a face at my mom when we walked by her.

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The next day, I woke up in my bed. After awhile of kisses but nothing more, we drove home.

I sat up and looked at the clock. 8:00am.

Oh my god it's like the middle of the night!

I yawned and scratched my head.

Oh shoot I have homework.

I got out of bed and went into the kitchen and made myself some toast.

My mom walked into the kitchen.

"So. You and Cameron," she said, hoping for an explanation of what happened.

"All we did was kiss, nothing more," I said to her, getting a little defensive.

"Okay..." She said, still skeptical.

I grabbed my toast and put some strawberry jam on it, my favorite. I grabbed a glass of orange juice and went into my room. I closed the door.

Let's get cracking... I said, cracking my knuckles as I grabbed my homework from my folder.

But all I could think about was Cameron and that adorable cozy cottage where we attacked Harold with spit...