Sweet Dreams

Chapter 3 -- Seriously...?

(Allison's POV)

Seriously...? Cameron Dallas? THIS was the guy that girls obsess over? All my friends fawned over him. Half my feed on twitter is clogged up by dumb girls that retweeted shit like

Tweet by @CameronDallas -- RT for a follow and a dm! Love you all

I had seen a few of the videos he and his friends made. It was either stupid, offensive, or cocky. They expected every girl to love them! They literally went ON TOUR every weekend just to meet their screaming fans. People that go "on tour" should be bands or motivational speakers. I mean, they didn't even have talents! Girls only liked them because they were good-looking, dumb, teenagers.

Suddenly, I remembered something I talked to my friend Keeley about yesterday at Robeks, a smoothie place. She was going on and on about some famous kid transfering to our school to finish out the year. It must have been Cameron. He was a senior though; I was a junior.

"Wait up!" He shouted to me. He coolly jogged up beside me. He asked me if I went to Bridgewood.

"Yeah, I'm a junior here." I responded. I tried to look as bored and uninterested as possible. Hopefully he would get the message that I did not want to be one of his hoes.

"Oh, I'm going to be a senior." He kept trying to look at me, but I just stared straight on. I couldn't deny it, he was gorgeous. I live by the beach in a nice area, and I know a lot of hot boys. But Cameron was a 10. His soft brown hair smelled like coconut, even from here. His hazel eyes were traced with golden flecks. His smile was more of a smirk, but it was hot.

And his muscles... his arms... god DAMN. His toned arms were covered by deeply tanned skin. He had those perfectly shaped calves that only come from excessive exercise. We walked side by side for a couple seconds in an uncomfortable silence. I still couldn't believe I was next to Cameron Dallas, the object of every girl's obsession.

(Cameron's POV)

Allison and I walked along the sidewalk for a little bit quietly. I was a little nervous, because this was not the normal treatment I got. Usually girls would flirt with me, take pictures, get autographs, beg for me to follow them on some social media. Why wasn't Allison even making eye contact with me?

"Umm... this might sound weird, but... do you know who I am?" I laughed forcefully. I shrugged. "I mean, and this sounds bad, but girls usually have heard of me. I'm just wondering."

She crinkled her nose again, angry. "Yes, I know who you are. I'm just not desperately in love with you like the rest of the world." She rolled her eyes and kept walking, skateboard in hand.

"Oh," I replied. I guess it hurt, a little. I didn't know what to say.

She sighed, and tried again. "Look, Cameron, it's not that I dislike you. I mean, I don't even know you. But I don't swoon over you, okay? I hope your ego isn't TOO hurt."

I stepped back in surprise. "Swoon?" I laughed. "I don't expect you to swoon over me!" Allison smelled like vanilla, in a really good way. "I just... I don't know what to say... I only know how to talk to fans."

We were coming closer and closer to the school entrance. I could tell Allison didn't want to be seen with me. She turned to me and gave a fake (but pretty) smile. She said, "Sorry, Cameron, I'm going to have to ditch you... I don't wanna look like one of your crazy, obsessive fans... so see ya!" She gave me a wink and was on her way.

I stood in my tracks for a second, awfully confused. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a petite girl pointed at me and shouting something to her friends. I gave them my best smirk and took the school steps two by two. The crowd of girls gathered behind me, until one of them squeaked out, "Hi Cameron!"

"Hey, baby," I said coolly. More girls were waiting near my locker. When I walked up, they scattered, giggling. I shook my head, smiling.

As I was pulling out my textbooks and stuffing my pennyboard in, I saw someone approaching me. She came head-on, full of confidence. I was a little startled, but I beamed down at her. She was a few inches shorter than me, straight brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Her lashes were long and thick. She batted them at me.

"Hi, Cameron," she declared. "I'm Jess. And I have a very good feeling," she fingered my tank top collar, "that we are going to be good friends.

Jess was pretty, for sure. But not a girlfriend type... more of a hook up. I subtly smirked and cupped the hand on my tank top. I slowly moved her off of my shirt, but kept gripping her hand. "It is very... very nice to meet you, Jess."

BRRRRRING! The bell screamed. This school could be fun. Very... very fun.