Notice Me(Cameron Dallas FanFic)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Every time I thought of Cameron, it was mixed emotions. I couldn't quite put my tongue on it, but there was something about him I couldn't really enjoy.

It was constantly on my mind. Was it his jealousy? That he's actually attached to me? That he's willing to talk to me?

It's just a feeling I got from him. A little vibe, I guess. Sure, he was handsome, but love or crushes aren't based on looks. What am I talking about? Love? Crushes? I didn't think I liked Cameron... but then again, I've never had a crush before.

I've questioned myself if I liked Carter before, does that count as a crush? I've questioned if I liked Cameron too.

But Carter has actually made a move on me... while Cameron. Cameron's wild. He grabbed my hand at the mall. He found me while I walked home. He walked to the bus stop with me. He grabbed me because I didn't tell him about Carter. He arrived at my house drunk, for pete's sake!

I honestly feel like what Carter did was equally as crazy. But I can't say that I choose Carter over Cameron, or Cameron over Carter. Simply because I can't choose Cameron, he probably doesn't like me.

I'm getting mixed signals and I'm giving mixed signals. Is this how regular people live? With ups and downs? I'd rather live as a flat line. Not meaning I'd rather be dead, but with no one bothering me. With no troubles at all.

I walked into lunch on Tuesday. There was Cameron leaning against the wall with his forehead banging on it. I walked over to him. "Told you," I said to him. "I knew you were going to get hung over so I brought aspirin. I helped you last night so I'll help you today."

Cameron looked over. His eyes were red, tired, and groggy. "My God, you're a life saver," he said quietly. He obviously could not take the loud noises. He popped them in his mouth and continued his position on the wall.

A huge pair of arms wrapped around my waist. "Guess who it is, babe, without looking!" a voice boomed behind me.

"Way too loud, Carter, keep it down," Cameron said and pushed the figure behind me.

"Not cool, Cam. Your fault for getting drunk on a Monday night."

"Shut up."

I turned around to face Carter. "Hey! Wanna hang at my house today? You can ride the bus home with me...?" Carter asked with a wink.

I saw Cameron look up, obviously pissed. Was I supposed to choose?

"You wanna come? Or nah?" he asked again. He picked up my hand and played around with my fingers.

"S-sure," I replied.

Cameron spoke up. "I thought we were gonna hang out today. I asked you last night!" He placed his arms on my shoulders and looked down on me. He held his hands together and expected an answer.

I did? I don't remember doing so...

I didn't want to embarrass Cameron nor reject this opportunity, so I played along.

"H-how about I hang out with Cameron today? And you, Carter, tomorrow?"

I glimpsed over to Carter and saw him roll his eyes. I saw a little pearly white peek out from Cameron.

"Fine," Carter said. "See you then babe." He gave me a kiss, along with two others on my cheeks, and a last kiss on my lips that was moist and gooey.

"You kissed back?!" I heard Cameron yell from behind me after Carter left.

"I-I did?" I responded. When he kissed me, it was like a split second.

"Why are you so comfortable around Carter?"

"Maybe because he's my friend! You should back off!" I blurted out of my mouth. Oh God, what was I saying. "N-no, I didn't mean it that way! I swear!"

All I could see was Cameron's back turning away and walking. I guess our plans for today were blown off. But then again, what plans...?

I walked back to the lunch table. "What's up with Cameron?" Tara asked me. I just shrugged.

"Uhm, just wondering. How come you don't wear any make up?" Kayla asked me. Her eyes were lined with blue and black eyeliner, and her eyelashes clumped with mascara. Her foundation smeared. She was obviously sweating, there was a tone difference at the top of her forehead in uneven lines. "I think you'd look really pretty with make up!"

"Baaaabe, come heeere," I heard Carter say from a few chairs down. I walked over to his side. "I saw Cameron storm. You still hanging out with him today?" he asked. I couldn't help but think that was a little rude...

"I don't think so... why?" I replied quietly.

"Uhm... Would it be okay if we hung out both today and tomorrow? If... that doesn't bother you."

I feel like Cameron gets bothered whenever I'm out with Carter. What's that supposed to mean? I know it's jealousy, but why would Cameron be jealous? I get confused wondering why Carter even likes me. Maybe I'm just clueless.

"Fine."

Cameron walked into the lunch room. I guess he's cooled down now. He glimpsed over right as I leaned down so Carter could peck my cheek. I saw Cameron shake his head and continue walking.

"Carter, I have a question."

"What is it?"

I took his hand and walked over to the wall that Cameron was leaning on before. No one really populated this area.

"Are we... a thing? Like, dating...?" I asked quietly.

"What is it, dear?" he asked and cupped his ear.

"Are we dating?" I said loud and clear.

"I thought you assumed we were!" he said with a laugh. He patted my head and walked to the table.

No. No, no, no. No. No. No.

It was not supposed to be this way. I didn't want a boyfriend. I didn't even kiss Carter back when he made his first move. That was all him. I guess he hadn't seen it.

A/N : plot twist or nah ? oh well you probably predicted this lol . sorry if this story is getting weird. i'm just getting to the plot . please remember to vote and comment and share , please !