Cameron's P.O.V.
"Excuse me?" I uttered, he still has a blank face, empty from emotion.
"I need you help," He repeated,
"That's funny, for a moment I thought my murderer asked me for help," I smirked,
"Yes he just did, now will you take this seriously?"
"Seriously! You almost killed me and when I get out of my coma you immediately seek my assistance!"
"Almost. Key word is almost," he laughed,
"What are you now, a dictator?" I laughed, he was trying to laugh but still couldn't pull anything onto his face, I received a slight grin followed by a deep stare.
"I would seek someone else for this, but they don't seem to make any sense doing this. I know I nearly killed you and sent you into a month long coma, but please! I need your help!" He begged, his face beginning to tear up, I almost felt guilty. He's still my murderer after all...
"What do you need my help with?" I questioned, why did I feel guilty? I have done nothing wrong to this jock.
I heard him taking a deep breath. "I need you to be my date."
I gasped and nearly passed out. "What the fuck!" I shouted, I began to run down the hallway, bolting for the washrooms.
I heard voices behind me, one of which was the jock. I didn't care, I didn't need to stop. Running into the washroom I splashed my face, screaming at myself, "it's time to wake up," I repeated, "I need to wake up"
The door creaked open and the jock walked in
"Fuck it's just like another horror story where I run further into my home instead of outside!" I shrieked, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me against the wall, holding me there.
"I swear it's not what you think!" He began,
"What other reasons are there! This is so weird!"
"I have problems, I got myself into it and I need someone's help to get me out of it... before people suffer for it."
"What? What did you do!" I shrieked, attempting to un pin myself from his strong grip.
He threw me into the furthest stall and locked the stall door behind me. "Fuck if I didn't have any clue about what you were doing I would think that you're gay," I laughed, he put out a slight grin but again, he couldn't push past that.
"I... I needed money. I seeked it wherever I could and I ended up getting it in the worst way possible..." Bryce began. He trailed off in though as if he was reliving the moment.
"Yeah, this isn't a movie so I can't see your flashback genius!"
"Gangs... I got money from gangs..." his voice began to sound shaky, and he too began to shake.
"What! Are you stupid! Fucking let me go! I don't need to be involved in this!" I twisted and turned out of Bryce's grip, shoved open the stall door, and sprinted for the washroom door,
"Wait!" he screamed, but I didn't care, I wasn't being his toy and being used to be the supposed 'date'.
He grabbed by arm and pulled me back. "For fuck sakes how do I get stuck with a fast runner... Look I told you! I'm not fucking helping you after how much of an ass you've been to me! You put me into fucking coma!" I shouted, struggling to free myself from his strong grip.
"Dude! I have a family."
"Wow that's amazing, such one of a kind," I snapped, attempting to struggle out of his grip.
YOU ARE READING
Those Left Behind
Teen FictionSure, having a depressed friend isn't easy, and for Cam, he lives through it. Things have been changing lately though, and his attempts to help her mentally have been less effective. Things take a turn for the worst, and he has a run in with trouble.
