recall // Nash Grier and Cameron Dallas boyxboy

What A FUCKING ASSHOLE!

It was the last day of school and the school was sending us off with a talent show at a moderately expensive hotel near our school. It was called “Temphus” or something like that. As our buses pulled up to the front of the hotel. You could see a set of three double glass doors and attached were gold handles. We begin to pour out of the buses, funneling into those three doors.

The hotel looks amazing: everything seems like a mix between modern and antique only presenting the most fanciest of color contrasts. Everyone looks as if they could run their own country and get into any high-status party. The carpet had a design, maybe somewhere from India, and light was shining down on it from the glass chandelier and the big windows. Even the ceiling looks amazing in its perfectly domed glory.

I snap back to my thoughts at the sound of our teachers telling us to follow them. There was nobody to really talk to as I just moved here two months ago due to my continued depression. The fake smiles just weren’t enough anymore to drag me through the day. As I began to quit my activities, ghost away from whatever social life I had, and watch my grades drastically plummet my mom packed up and moved Hayes, Sky, and I to California for “a change in scenery”. Besides no one wants to talk to some quiet kid who always has the most depressed look on his face. There was this one kid who tried to talk to me, but I kind of blew him off.

The auditorium had two levels and a very airy atmosphere about it. I guess it was just the acoustics. I sat down 4 rows away from the door in a red velvet chair.

“Excuse me, sir…” A teacher called to me in a hushed voice from the aisle. She looks to be in her 30s with dirty blonde hair and a subtle yellow office outfit to match. I couldn’t work out more than that as the lights had already dimmed.

“Could you please take off your hoodie, it’s disrespectful to keep it on,” she began to walk away then whirled around in my direction once more, “Oh yes, and next time remember that at a school event like this, a hoodie, jeans, and beaten up sneakers is not appropriate.”

“Yes, mam,” I reply lifelessly

I put my hands in my pockets and felt in my right pocket the hard pellets hitting against the orange prescription bottle…I was finally going to end it all. I also felt a paper which I didn’t remember bringing; but when I took it out to read, it was way too dark. So I just disregard it and shove it back into my hoodie’s pockets.

The principal comes up to the stage and I decide that this is the time for me to leave the auditorium, the hotel, and this life of mine. I whisper to a teacher at the end of the row and say, “I need to go to the bathroom.” He looked as if he rolled his eyes and sends me off with a wave of his hand.

The bright light made me extremely noticeable as I walk out the door and the light didn’t do much for my eyes as they adjusted to the light. I went straight and found a bathroom in a hallway on the left. Also, walking by the people performing, as the stage backdoors were next to the bathroom. I quickly shuffled my feet through the door to the wall opposite, turned around, and sat down along it with my back pressed and my legs nearly hugging my chest.

I pulled out the paper and skim it, a feeling of sorrow began to well up inside me. It was the note I meant to leave in the kitchen; it was my “goodbye” note. The feeling quickly turned to anger, this was exactly why I was killing myself: I can’t even leave a stupid note. Maybe it was better this way I thought as I deeply exhaled. I began crumbling it and toss it to the side.

I take out my mom’s prescription pills and look long and hard at them. I start to open the bottle and someone walks in. 'This is just great' I thought. He had tan skin and you could see how toned he was as his muscles gave his shirt no breathing room. He wore shorts and some Nike flip-flops. His face…his face…was something else. His eyes were chocolate brown and he looked as if he could model for any company of his choosing. Partially in front of his eyes was his hai- this was the same guy that tried to talk to me! I think his name was Cameron Dallas or something.

He was giving me this look and his eyes travel to my hands. I quickly put the pills away. It was too late.  He saw the pills and me getting nervous. I'm so stupid. He walks toward me to, at the same time I was getting up. He stopped me.

“Hey,” he says with something like an award winning smile.

“Hi” 

“Soo…I see you wanted to just chill too,” why was he trying so hard?

"Something like that," I was shoving him out the way and he abruptly shoves his hands into my pockets and he takes out the bottle.

“GIVE IT BACK!” I shout and he just looks at me with this intense stare. Why?

“I'm pretty sure you’re not old enough to be taking these”, his tone turning serious

“What does it matter to you, just give em back”

I lunge at him and with his free hand he effortlessly grabs my left hand and side steps. I nearly trip over and after regaining my balance, now our positions reversed, I punch him in the stomach with my right. He doubles over and drops the pills. I tumble for them, turn, and I sprint for the doo-I was weightless and saw tears in the air leave my face. Why was I cryi-I was chocking!

I slam into the wall hard, the pressure was leaving my neck. He must’ve grabbed me by my hood. My feet hit the ground from an inch off it. His hands grab my shoulders and he pushes me harder against the wall. As I'm anchored to the wall I struggle and struggle, but it doesn’t do much. That’s when I notice his face, less than a foot from mine, just staring at me neutral and calm. I stare right back at him, it was silent for what seemed like an eternity.

"No one asked you to be my hero or whatever," I say jerking forward, I just wanted to be alone.

"Then I won't be your hero...I'll do it for myself." He said in a low voice.

"What!? You sound like a naiive idiot out of a movie!" trying to stab him with my words, but he doesn't loosen his grip.

"I'm not going to walk away from somebody who was just about to kill themself!" He snaps back "Then beat myself up, because maybe...just maybe...I could've done something about it." He was looking at the ground. He sighs and returns his gaze to me.

I was feeling my face begin to twist and he let’s go, without notice he swipes the bottle from my hands. My back slides down the wall, and I curl up into a ball. Just crying into my hands. I was finally going to end it all and he decides to come here and ruin it. ‘What A FUCKING ASSHOLE!’ I screamed in my head. I was listening to the pills raining into a toilet, I cried harder, then flush.

Footsteps were moving towards the door, and for a split second there was silence besides my muffled cries. Then the swish of shoes turning on their heels and I could hear the footsteps come closer. Their back slides against the wall to my level and then nothing again. I could feel someone's eyes just set on me, probably wondering what to do with me. Arms encase me and pull me in, I didn't even need to look up, I knew it was Cameron. I just turn into his chest and cry. 

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