Once Upon A Slap

(7) Did Someone Say Fuckity Fuck Fuck?

Fuck.
Fuckity fuck fuck.

Where the fuck is Cameron?

This is my second time circling the Tim Horton's parking lot and all of the nearby parking lots. I have 9 minutes.

9 fucking minutes.

Getting to school takes 10.

Back to my original thought: fuck.

Promising myself that this would be the last time I would ever do anything for Cameron, I thought of where I would go if I were in his place. Actually, scratch that. I would walk to school but having known Cameron for just a few short days, I know he would most definitely not do the same.

So, where else would I go?

Probably the mall. Cameron doesn't strike me as the type who would willingly walk into a mall but hey, what do I know? Exactly one minute later, I found Cameron sauntering through the parking lot of the mall. His walk was so lazy and chill that even I questioned if he really cared about getting to school or not. If I was him, I'd be panicking like mad.

I hastily drove towards him. When he saw me, the surprise was evident. He quickly hide it, though. I rolled down my side-view window and he approached me, a cautious look to his stance.

"Are you here to run me over? Because I'm not in the mood."

Don't tempt me.

"I've been looking for you. Get in." I snapped. Even I was surprised with my rude tone. Obviously, being late to class was not on my bucket list of things to do today. Or ever.

Cameron gave me a look that I couldn't decipher, but I really couldn't care less either. I unlocked the passenger door and he slid in quickly, as if I would change my mind any second.

He cleared his throat, not looking at me. I arched an eyebrow and he turned to look at me.

"What?"

"Put on your damn seatbelt." I hissed, bringing my face closer to his.

Fucking axe and its fucking good smell.

And yes, to answer your questions, I am on my period.

Instead of the startled reaction I was hoping for, I got a chuckle.

"You're hot when you're angry." Cameron smirked, but obeyed my command nonetheless.

"Listen," I turned to face him.

Cameron arched an eyebrow.

"I'll give you a ride, if and only if you forgive me." I'm tired of being worried about what Cameron might do. I'm absolutely sick of it and it's only been a day. I could see Cameron contemplating his options.

"No." His answer was short and to the point but still made me want to bash his face in. He knows I won't leave him. Hell, even I know I wouldn't leave him behind, especially not after the trouble I went through to find him.

"Don't think I'm not going to get you back for spreading that rumour about me sleeping with you." I snapped hastily. I'm definitely going to get him back for that.

Cameron smirked in response.

"I wouldn't expect any less."

I waited until he buckled his seatbelt and once he had, I took off. Almost halfway there, I checked the time and realized class had already started.

"Damn it! I'm going to be late." I cursed. Mrs. Hefferly won't let me in the class now.

"Relax, Katie. It's just one class." Cameron shot me a weird look.

After realizing that what he was saying isn't helping at all, he continued.

"It's not that big of a deal. I'll just tell Mrs. Hefferly that I held you up." He spoke nonchalantly, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"You don't get it. It is a big deal." I stressed the words, driving even faster.

"Try me."

"If my parents find out about this, my life is over. They will damn me to my room for the rest of my life. Okay? It is a big fucking deal." My voice raised and at this point, I was yelling. Now that I've said it, I wish I could take it back. I really want to take it back. I've really gone and done it this time.

That's why you don't interact with other people on your period; you can't ever keep anything in.

"They'll get over it. They're your parents." Cameron tried reasoning with me and I scoffed.

"Then you don't know my parents. They won't even care if I died, as long as I didn't tarnish their good 'Hollywood' reputation. They might as well be strangers." I glared at nothing in particular, picking up the speed even more.

This time, I didn't get an answer and you know what? I was completely fine with that.
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Like I thought, I wasn't let in class, so I just went home since it was the last class of the day after all. Even then, the pit in my stomach continued to grow, gnawing at me.

I don't get it. Isn't this what I wanted?

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