rosie
the bell went meaning that detention rolled over quickly and before i knew it i was out of that classroom. i caught up with cameron so i could have another shot at asking him.
"hey cameron?" i say from behind.
"yeah?"
"can i ask you something?"
"i quickly need to piss, i won't be long!" he says pushing into the boys bathroom.
i groan as he avoids me once again, why do i even try? oh that's right because you have feelings for him.
the second bell goes and cameron was still in the bathroom, i leave and head to lesson because i know cameron won't leave until i do.
after school
why is cameron being such a little pussy about it? if he's avoiding me then he should just tell me! i mean that does knock out the point of him avoiding me but ugh. boys these days.
i flop onto the sofa and turn on the tv, dad was at work again as usual.
my eyes slowly closed because i was being awakened by my phone ringing. i groan as i reach for it.
what does he want now.
"rosie?"
"matt why are you calling me?" i groan.
"i need help!" he says.
"is it about your play?" i sigh
"will you be mad if i said yes?"
"no, nor real-"
"then yes! yes, yes, yes, it's about my play!" he shouts.
"ugh matt, what now?" i ask as i sit up right on the sofa.
"i was never told i had to sing in this shit!" he says exaggerating the 'never'
i burst out laughing,"you have to sing?"
"rosie, it's not funny!" he whines.
"what do you want me to do about it?" i say as i put my shoes on.
"come over and help me, teach me how to sing!"
"but matt i don't know how to sing!" i say before picking up my keys and leaving the house.
"yes you do!"
"you've never heard me sing." i say in defence.
"you sing yourself to sleep sometimes dumbass, now come help me!" he commands.
"yeah yeah whatever, i'm coming."
"yay, thank you!" he says like a child.
i laugh and hang up the phone. watching matt sing will be song quality entertainment.
i look down at my feet as i walk, but i know this place. cameron's house. i sigh as i look up to his window, there he is. he looks down at me as i look up, i haven't looked into his beautiful eyes in ages. my head slowly turns away as i sigh and carry on walking.
"hey, can we talk?" i hear someone shout from behind.
and that someone wasn't just anybody, it was cameron.
"what?" i say turning around.
"are you mad at me?" he says reaching for my hand.
"no."
yes.
he grabs my hand but i resist and pull it back.
"please can we talk?"
as i was about to speak my phone buzzed.
matt-
HURRY UP!
"i got to go." i say turning around and walking away.
"where are you going?" he says with furrowed eyebrows.
"matt's house."
"text me later?" he says.
"whatever." i say walking off.
if he wants to avoid me then i will too.
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أدب الهواة"like i would fall for you..you're a player" "lets play a game i like to call, the game of a player. seeing as we both know how to mess with hearts. we do all lovey dovey shit but first one to say they love one another, loses."
