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Candy Floss (3)

CANDY FLOSS

THREE

''It was a good game.'' I heard one of the cheer leader say in the girl's locker room after the game. I didn't turn around to join the basket ball team's fan club but tossed my sweaty and dirty cheer leading costume in my duffel bag. I was feeling extremely exhausted from all the effort, my joints hurt and my legs felt like they were being drowned into lactic acid. It had been working longer than my shift at work, after that I came straight here to cheer. I was drained.

We won, or maybe I should say Cameron Fletcher increased the number of his fans. When he had scored the final goal Ashley didn't waste a moment to leap off the stand and throw herself on him. I had been standing right next to Cam but he was too busy returning Ashley's affection.

To say I was jealous would be an understatement. I was beyond frustrated and furious. For the first time since I began to go out with him I felt like I had no importance in Cam's eyes. Was I just a decoration piece to him? I would have fought him right there but I had some sense left inside me. We needed to talk but tonight my mind was in no condition to confront him.

He had promised he would drop me home after the game, even though facing Cameron was the last thing I wanted to do tonight but I had no choice.

''We're all going for pizza Peyton, won't you join us?'' Ashley nudged me and asked as I slung my bag over my shoulder and laced my converse.

I would have scowled at her but controlled myself. I didn't looked up, ''I don't have time.'' I said tersely,

''Oh fine then, see you later.'' Everyone filed out of the room and they began giggling at the door. I looked up to see Cameron standing there trying to get past the small crowd of hormonal fan girls. I set my mouth in thin line and pretended to be interested in my shoes instead of ogling his pretty face.

When the girls went away and the annoying sound of their giggles faded Cam entered and grinned at me, ''Wouldn't you congratulate me?'' He asked in a cheerful tone,

Didn't I just cheered for him during the entire game and yelled his name over and over again? Did he expect me to shove pom poms on his face now?

''Let me grab my key, then we can leave.'' I told him and he frowned, I ignored the expression of his face and pulled out my key from the locker, pocketing it.

''Babe, are you mad at me or something?'' Was I? Should I confront him now? Should I yell like those bitchy cheer leaders you read in cliché books and watch in high school movies? I didn't know what I was thinking, I was too confused,

''You think I can talk to you like nothing is wrong after you were - after you were with ... Ashley.'' I mumbled and his eyes narrowed,

''Is it about that hug Peyton?'' He asked incredulously, I didn't answer, just bit my lip with uncertainty. I wanted to remind him it wasn't a hug, it was something more inappropriate than that. It was rubbing against each other and I was not blind enough to let that go.

''Well, is it?''

''I-''

''Jeez Peyton it was just a damn hug! Are you getting jealous over that?'' Cam grabbed my shoulders and stared at me. I had rarely seen him like this, with that questioning gaze. And suddenly a question popped in my mind, what if he broke up with me? Maybe I was wrong for getting too jealous. Should I fight him on a stupid reason like that?

''What if I hug a guy like that?'' I demanded,

''I don't mind at all! You are my girlfriend, not my prisoner. You can hug as many guys as you want.''