Bad Boy G. D.

8

I sit on a chair, crying. Cam's somewhere in the hospital. I call Mel and my mom and tell them what's happening. Neither of them can come, since Mel's still grounded and her parents didn't let her go for this. Mom's working. I call the only other person that I can think of.
"Hey," Grayson answers.
"Can you come to the hospital?" I ask. My voice is croaky.
"Yes. Of course. Please don't tell me it's you in the hospital," he whispers.
"No. It's Cameron," I reply.
"I'll be right there," Grayson says. In about ten minutes, he arrives. Grayson immediately hugs me. "What happened?" he asks.
"Cam tried to commit suicide," I cry. Grayson hugs me. We sit there for another half hour.

"Cameron Dallas," a nurse calls out. We stand up and walk to her. "Are you two related to him?" she asks.
"No, but his parents don't seem to know and his sister lives in L. A. ," I reply.
"We've notified all of them. Please come with me. Cameron is awake. He's not talking to anyone though," the nurse sighs. She leads us down the hall and to a room. "Here you go," she opens the door. Grayson let's me go in on my own.

Cameron sits there with a blank face. I sit at the edge of his bed. He looks at me.
"Why? Why Cameron?" I ask. Cam just stares blankly at me. "Talk to me. Please," I beg. I look down at the floor. A cold hand is laid on mine. I look at Cameron and hold his hand. "Grayson's here. He's a really sweet guy. Grayson helped and let my mom use his truck to give me my motorcycle," I laugh. "Do you want to see him?" I ask.
Cam nods. My eyes go wide. I quickly grab Grayson from the hallway.
"Can I talk to him alone?" Grayson asks.
"Yeah," I reply. I leave the room and sit in the hallway. Grayson emerges from the room.
"Hey. Come in," Grayson says, holding out his hand. I take it and he leads me to Cam.
"Hey," Cameron says.
"Hey," I reply.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I felt so alone. Jake betrayed us. Before the fight, I was already so deep into depression. I was bullied back before I moved to New Jersey. Depression, it- it's just always been a part of my life," he whispers. I hug him. Grayson and I stayed until the nurse kicked us out.
"Please take care of her," Cameron whispers to Grayson, not meaning for me to hear. We leave in silence.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, hopping out of his truck.
"Yeah," Grayson replies. I shut the door behind me and walk up the driveway. "Wait!" he exclaims, running up to me. I look into his beautiful hazel eyes. Grayson grabs my waist and pulls me into him. "I really like you. I used to think that you were just some girl being a bitch to me, but I was so wrong. You completely changed my mind when you put on that helmet. I can't think of anyone except for you. You take all of my thoughts."

Grayson's lips collide with mine.