Bullied By Cameron Dallas

14

I woke up that morning with a raging headache. My brain felt jumbled and foggy, and I felt like at any moment I could just throw up. It was not a nice feeling, at all. I am never drinking ever again.

I sat up with the palm of my hand pressed firmly against my left temple, it was throbbing. I looked around and much to my confusion Cameron was passed out next to me. I couldn't stop myself from looking at him for a while. His mouth was the slightest bit opened; I could hear little puffs of air coming out of his mouth. I was grateful he didn't snore like most guys I know; which is not many. And I couldn't help but think how adorable it was and how lucky his future girlfriend would be to wake up to this every morning. Not that Cameron would be the perfect boyfriend, he's just nice to look at. That's all.

What frightens me though, is the fact that I was calm in this moment. I wasn't even stressed or upset that I can't remember last nights events. And I think it's because I've come to trust Cameron. In some kind of twisted way. I know we didn't do anything stupid, I know he wouldn't. It scares me how quickly I've come to trust him. Especially because he hasn't really done anything to really earn it.

I slid off his bed, that I've taken over since staying here, and made my way to his combined bathroom. The floor was hardwood and cold under my bare feet. So I ran as lightly as possibly to get to the carpeted bathroom. Which come to think of it didn't make much sense. Why would you put carpet in a bathroom. But I didn't mind at all, I was grateful and so were my cold feet. When I reached the bathroom I shut and locked the door behind me. After taking a deep breath a stalked over to the sink and looked into the mirror. My hands grasped onto the sides of the sink as I took another deep breath and looked at myself. I looked horrible. I must have drank a lot last night. I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. I just needed to cool down before I threw up. I took another breath then patted my face dry with a hand towel and then entered back into Cameron's room.

When I walked in Cameron was just waking up. He looked just as bad as I did, but he wore it better.

"Hey." He smiled from in between his hands. They were cupping the sides of his face. "I need aspirin." He laughed.

I laughed with him. "Me too. I'll go get it, and some water."

"Hey, I'll go too. I need something to eat anyways." He shrugged and pulled the blanket away from him before getting out of bed.

"Hey." I said, stopping him from walking out his door. He looked up at me with a soft expression. "Do you remember much of last night?" I asked.

He laughed and scratched the back of his neck. A nervous habit I've noticed. "Not really. It's all kind of fuzzy."

"You?" He asked after a second and began walking down the stairs with me trailing behind.

"No. Not really." I replied nonchalantly.

He paused on the last step. I wasn't paying attention and ended up bumping into him with a 'hmph'. He turned around and looked at me with a frown.

"I'm not a bad guy you know." He said but then clarified. "Well I kind of am, but not with women. I would never objectify or exploit you in any kind of way, I would never do that." He said sincerely.

"I didn't think you would." I frowned.

"Good." And that was the end of that.

We found ourselves sitting on the couch an hour later with tea in both of our hands. Some sports thing was on. Cameron seemed occupied and into the game or whatever. It was quiet other then the tv playing and I was bored out of my mind.

"Can't we go somewhere or at least do something?" I found myself blurting out. I hated just sitting around.

Cameron just glanced at me for a second then shut of the tv. He was looking at me for a moment and I could tell he was thinking about something. He was so mysterious and I could never tell what he was thinking. He had a good poker face.