Distress

Eighteen

AVERY

My head jolt up from the door seeing Cameron unusually close from my distance. Surprisingly, Tara isn't visible beside him anymore and the fact that she clings onto him disgusts me. I know I shouldn't be mad at all but right when she stepped her way to my sight, there'll be stuffs I'd like to be taken as "unfortunate."

I stare down at him seeing his demeanor hard as rock. I try not to pull back making myself scared but the way he looks at me right now freaks me out.

He shots one final look as he shrug a cold shoulder and turning back to where he came from. What the heck?

"Cam?"

My voice suppress a tiniest bit of stutter as it's almost heard like a faint murmur. It seemed that he heard me but did not bother to ever creep his way again.

"Oh well.." I quickly regain my sitting position and lay on the headrest of my bed. My nostrils huff an exasperated breathe as I think of a reason why he became agitated towards me.

Not long after Chico and I exchanged our goodbyes and yes that also included numbers of one another, I spotted Cameron leaning on the parking lot with his eyes burning to both of us. At first, I was mildly shocked because all I know was that we were definitely fine before it came to an escalated conclusion. But then, this is Cameron Dallas we are talking about. And we never know what shade he will show us next and here we are, here I am, completely confused once again to why he was turning a cold shoulder to me.

A soft knock startles my daydream and I immediately hoist up from the bed, fixing my hair and all. It's obvious it isn't Cameron so it's probably just Nash or someone. I've taken Claude back in her home and while driving towards her apartment, she can't shut up her mouth on how she didn't notice the time flying so fast and didn't even mind when I am out not explaining everything to her and that Nash is a really good company and it saddened her that she had to go home. I know it's somewhat fishy considering the fact that I've always knew her and Nash would get along really well even more than acquaintances.

Well they would really just hit it off whenever they wanted to and I am genuinely happy that Nash has considered getting to know a girl besides the facts I didn't know. But I do know some of them has this weird acts where I can't comprehend if something from their past bugs them and it's driving my mind crazy from being so oblivious about it. But I guess they would take consideration of me knowing when the right time comes.

"Come in." I say a little more loud.

The handle is pushed forward as the person slightly stick his head and at first, I thought it was Nash or Cameron walking on my room but boy was I wrong. It was the guy I am dreading to see. Shawn.

"What?" I snap groggily due to unwanted breeze of night air entering my room.

He stays on his spot and I notice his shirt a little crinkled as his sweatpants hangs loosely onto his toned abdomen. I must admit though, he still manages to look hot and it's hard for me to resist not looking at him.

"Can we talk?" His raspy voice echoes through the room and I can't help but think he was sleeping or can't sleep at all. It's either of the two. He walks over to me lightly and I see stains of liquid under his eyes. He must've been so tired.

"About what Shawn?"

"About us."

"Are you kidding me? I thought we're through this?" I shake my head in frustration.

"We're far from through, Ave. It's killing me not to talk to you and I want to stop the silence between us. I want to make myself clear to you."

"It's already clear that you do not want to flaunt me in front of your friends. Even from strangers!" I sigh, "I get that we aren't a thing but rejecting "us" from whoever asks is like you're stabbing it straight into me. And it fucking hurts."