A/N, hey guys! So if you read my intro, then thank you and I appreciate it tons. But if you skipped it, it's fine and thank you for still staying with my story :). I've decided with my friends help the name... DRUMROLL PLEASE... Rylee! So if you don't like it then you can change it in your mind, otherwise... thank you! Enjoy chapter one of, Faded.
Rylee's POV:
"Wait, she really did that?" I question my best friend Alison as we walk through the hallways of James Walker High School. I look to my right and see the reflection of her and I in the glass windows, and to my left I see a row of untouched lockers. Noone ever used their locker, because we normally just carry a bag around everywhere. I know some high schools always use their lockers, but not James Walker.
"Yeah. If I was her I would be embarrassed... I hate to say she had it coming but I mean, it's not like you can catfish someone and accidently post your picture on their page.." She nervously laughs.
"Yeah I guess you're right, but I can't help but feel bad for her." I'm normally a nice person when it comes with this stuff and I'm not going to hate on Raquel, ever though I'm not too fond of her.
"The weirdest part, is she cat fished this really famous guy. Like I understand he's really cute and all but if he's famous you can't pretend to be him... anyone else she may have gotten away with. What was his name again?" I add onto my previous statement.
"Camden? Conner? Cameron. Cameron Dallas I think, but don't quote me on it." Ali says and I was about to grab my phone out of my back pocket but the late bell rang and we sped walked to class. Mrs. Obrien never takes excuses.
"Ladies, you're late. Reason?" Mrs. Obrien squawks as I look at Ali and gave her a reassuring look, saying she could talk. I'm normally not very good under pressure.
"No reason, just walked too slowly I guess." She says honestly, which was probably the safest idea sense she wouldn't care about the reason anyways. "Take a seat, and copy the objective on a piece of loose leaf."
I sit down in the second to last row, in the back near the window. As I sat down, Ali sat in front of me as I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and threw the rapper in the trashcan a few feet in front of me. It bounces off the rim and lands in the trashcan.
I grabbed a small piece of my brown, newly straightened hair and passed it from finger to finger. I reach into my back pocket and grab my phone and unlock it. I check Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, and iMessage. It wasn't anything unusual. Two texts (one of them being Alison asking for the answer to number 3) ,a few snaps, a few retweets and... wait 281 likes? I check through them but only one Instagram like caught my eye.
"@camerondallas liked your post." I dropped my phone on the desk making a loud bang noise.
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Faded // Cameron Dallas FanFiction
FanfictionSometimes I lay in bed and think about you, about us... and about what I wish we were and what I wish we could be. You could parade into a room where everyone is frowning, and just your presence could put a smile on someone's face. I mesmerize about...
