The Dare That Went Wrong || Cameron Dallas

4: I Spoke-

It was finally the weekend! The only part of the week I actually look forward to and enjoy. I flung my school bag into the corner of the living room and grabbed some snacks before heading out to the back garden to play with Max.

After playing around, I walked back inside with Max skidding around behind me.

I think I should tell you a bit about myself. I've told you about my bullies, but you know nothing about me. Well, here we go: I have candy floss pink and purple hair that's naturally wavy, it ends at about my hips, I have my nose pierced, but I have to wear a small stud in it for school so you can't even see it, even though I prefer a nose ring. I suppose that's weird really, school lets us dress and have our hair however we like, they say we should express ourselves through our appearance, but yet we can't have piercings, only in our ears. Anyway, I own a tumblr. In many ways, I'm counted as a 'tumblr girl' or whatever, I have quite a big following, people seem to like what I post, and I like making people happy so that's what I like doing. Plus, I really like photography, so that way, I can mess around with editing and taking photos, and sharing them so people can give me their opinion.

I guess you would wonder 'if you're a tumblr girl, why do you have no friends?' Well, to be honest I don't know and don't care, I prefer to have no friends than people who want to be friends with me just so they can say they know me. That's happened before. It ended badly. Put, I'm happier alone, being with the people who love me for who I am, which is my family. I also love taking photos because, as you may have noticed, I don't talk to anyone bar from my parents, so it's my way of expressing my feelings without talking, just showing it I guess. Anyway, enough about me.

I walked up the stairs to my room, putting on my running clothes and shoes. Yes, I also run. I need to keep fit and in shape after eating all the rubbish I do.

I grabbed Max's lead and attached it to his collar and them went back down the stairs. By this point my parents where both home from work.

"Hi sweety" dad smiled kissing my forehead.

"Hi dad, have a good day at work?" I asked.

"It was ok" he smiled.

I returned the smile and went on and greeted my mum in the same way.

"Going for a run?" My mum asked.

I nodded and smiled sheepishly.

"You know what I think about you going running" she sighed.

She hated that I went running, she always tells me 'I need to put on weight' and 'I'm to skinny' but I have to keep healthy as well, if I stopped running if be sat on the sofa doing nothing, being bored. I also liked running.

"You don't need to run-" mum started but I ran out the door before she could finish her sentence.

I stopped on the front lawn and did a few stretches before heading off down the road with Max trotting along side me. We ran for about 20 minutes before I felt a weird presence by the side of me. I stopped running and turned to look who it was. Shit. Cameron. Max instantly recognised him and started pulling on his lead, growling.

"I'm got going to do anything" Cameron spoke to Max. Holding his hands up.

He carried on growling while I stood watching in amusement.

"What are you doing out?" Cameron asked me.

I just stared at him. Wasn't it obvious? I was sweating, wearing running gear, and if that wasn't obvious enough, I was running before he interrupted me.

I rolled my eyes and started running again. He followed. What the hell does he want with me? Isn't the dog enough to scare him away? Why can't he just leave me to run in piece?

"Can I join?" He asked.

I just ignored him and carried on jogging, he knows I don't talk.

"I'll take that as a maybe?" He giggled.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the pace a bit, making Cameron speed up, for a "model" he wasn't very fit, not as in good looking fit, as in gym fitness. He was already getting tired and puffed out and he had only been jogging for about 5 minutes. I laughed to myself as I sped up once more.

"Slow......down" I heard him puff.

"What, can't keep up with a gi-" I started to say but instantly stopped. Fuck. Shit. Bum. I looked at Cameron and he gave me what I think was a small smile, but I'm not sure as I ran off as fast as I could back home.

I returned him in about 30 minutes and ran straight upstairs. Why? Why did I do that? Fuck! It wouldn't have been as bad if it was anyone else. But I spoke. In front of Cameron. No, no, no. This can't be happening. Why did I do it? I was just so court up in the moment. I wasn't thinking. Fuck!

I kept thinking that in my head all night. In the shower, getting changed, having dinner. I haven't spoken to anyone in about 5 years. And when I do, it's to one of my fucking bullies. Great. I'll probably get hit for making fun of him or something.

After dinner I went straight upstairs, I never spoke again all night. Only to Max, and that was only asking him the same questions I was asking myself.

I decided I would take some pictures, to take my mind off of the situation. Which wouldn't be a big deal for anyone else. But for me, this was huge.

I got out my cannon and set it up on the tripod, so it was facing the sofa bed thing. I get all the cushions and blankets out and made them look good and look like I was comfortable. I put on one of my baggy oversized jumpers and set the camera up so it would wait 30 seconds before automatically taking the photo. I sat cross legged, lifting on leg just a bit then covering my hand in my sleeve then putting it over my mouth. I took a couple more photos before sitting down to edit them.

I don't over edit like most people do, I just add a filter on it to make it look more smooth. If you get what I mean. I did that to a few of my photos then uploaded them to tumblr. Within seconds I was getting notifications.

Likes.

Reblogs.

Some comments.

"Poppy, your hair is gorgeous, how did you get it like that?"

"Wow she's gorgeous"

"Stunning"

Then you get the hate ones, which are expected.

"Wtf is wrong with her hair?"

"She's ugly. Ew"

They don't effect me. Why should someone on a computer typing letters onto a screen hurt your feelings? They're just pathetic. And obviously not man enough to hate in any other way other than using a computer.

I decided enough was enough tonight and shut my laptop and drifted off to sleep.