subjected // hayes grier

0.2 ; rude awakening

I sat there, on the bench, waiting for Cameron to come get me. Mom and Dad always said to sit and wait than to go out and get lost or hurt. My shoulder was hurting because the big book bag I had on my shoulder was heavy.

And killing me! I thought, rubbing my left shoulder. My suitcase that had my clothes, and everything else I needed, was sitting down on the ground. I pulled out my phone and plugged in my head phones. I went to my music and pressed 'shuffle'.

'Really Don't Care' by Demi Lovato ft. Cher Lloyd started playing. I tapped my right foot impatiently onto the marble floor.

I'm gonna kill Cameron when I see him.

I looked beyond the sea of people and saw a blob of bodies. I stood up and stepped on my tippy toes, trying to see any sign of Cameron's presence. Nothing.

I sighed in frustration as I sat back down. I heard a tiny BEEP!  interrupting my music. I checked my notifications and saw a new text from Cameron.

'Where are you?'

Is he kidding? Where am I? I thought. I texted him back.

'I'm on a bench waiting for you:(' I typed and pressed send.

He better come quick because I'm losing my patience every single second that's wasted. I took off my head phones and stuffed them in my book bag pocket. I starred at the floor, hoping a miracle would happen and Cameron would just appear in front of me.

I decided to actually do something useful and, at least, try to find him. I'm itching just to see Cam. I haven't seen him in like... months! It's agonizing!

I, again, tried looking over the massive amount of people, but all I could see are heads bobbing back and forth.

Just when I was about to give up, I saw a familiar face in the distance smiling and waving at me. I smile in relief and literally ran toward Cam.

Once I saw him clearly, he had his arms already open for a hug. I jumped into the hug and he hugged me back just as hard.

"Missed me?" He asked. Before I could answer, he lifted me off the ground and lightly spinned me. I giggled once he sat me down.

"You have no idea." I smiled. I saw a figure standing next to Cameron. I noticed it was Nash.

"Hi Nash!" I opened my arms and hugged him as well.

"Hiya!" He exclaimed back as he put his arms around me.

"Selfie!" Cameron yelled as he pulled out his phone and turned around and pointed it right at us. Nash and I did as funny face and I heard the camera click.

"Perfect!" Cam put his phone back in his jean pocket.

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"One bed for the pretty little lady!" Nash exclaimed, sitting on a bed and patting next to him.

"Our room's right next to yours so holler if you need me," Cameron said, opening the door and walking out.

"Time for bed, Shorty," Nash said, setting my book bag on the floor.

"'Shorty?'" I asked him. What does 'Shorty' mean?

"Oh." Nash walked towards me and put his left hand on the top of my head. I raised my eyebrows in question. "Because you're short."

With one swift move, he messed up my hair and started laughing as I tried fixing it.

" 'Night," He said as he walked toward the door. It's night already?

"Good Night."

Once he was out, I turned around and starred at the clock on the wall. It was 9:49pm. I'm not even that tired. I shrugged it off and decided that doesn't waste time.