Bullied By Cameron Dallas

16

"I still don't get it." Cam groaned when we got back home.

Home.

I still wasn't use to calling his house home. Even though it's almost been two weeks of me staying with his family. It felt nice. I still hadn't talked to my parents, but I planned to eventually. When I was ready.

"Cam math isn't that difficult." I sighed placing my bag in his room after running up the stairs to get there. "How are you even in AP math?"

Cameron just laughed. "I'm kidding I'm amazing at math. Just wanted to see if you'd offer to help so we could have one of those cliche study romances where we kiss after having a playful fight."

I laughed. "Keep dreaming." I knew he was kidding. Or well I assumed he was.

"Oh trust me I will." He said followed by a flirty wink. I just laughed and shook my head. I found his playful flirting enduring.

"I'm bored." Cameron sighed dramatically, falling into his bed. "Let's make out." He smirked from his position on the bed.

"Cameron!" I laughed and grabbed a pillow to hit him with it.

"Kidding." He said holding his hands up in offense. "Well I mean, unless you want to?"

"Cam!" I gaped at him. He was too cocky for his own good. He just laughed at my blushing cheeks.

I shook my head at his foolishness and fell onto the bed next to him. Neither of us switched on the light when we entered the room and the curtains were shut, making the room dim. Both of us just stared up at the white ceiling. It was so quiet and I could hear the soft puffs of air leaving his mouth.

"Let's talk." He broke the silence.

"About?"

"Anything." He said casually. "I want to know everything about you."

"Oh." I breathed out. No one has ever said that to me before. No ones taken the time to get to know me. Well other then Hannah and cherry.

"Starting with what happened today." He said. Keeping his eyes up. "Why didn't you just give up on me after what I said in the west wing. Why keep trying?"

I let out another breath. I should have seen this coming. "Maybe I'm too philosophical. Maybe I have too much hope in the world. But I see people as stars and stars as wishes and wishes as paintings and maybe that's to avoid reality, maybe it's because I'm so broken I want to believe everyone else is whole, but maybe it's true."

I heard shuffling and could feel Cameron's eyes on me. "I'm glad you see hope in the world. That you saw hope in me." I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "I'm glad you forgave me and gave me a second chance."

"My turn." I said. Not wanting to talk about that anymore. "Why is it that whenever I try to get closer to you, you always shy away from me?" I asked. He just gave me a look.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me." I challenge.

"My problem is that I'm scared." He says.

"I'm scared of getting too attached to someone, until eventually, that someone has the power to control me. To end my world when they feel like it." I'm quiet, thinking it through.

"Am I close?" I ask.

He looks at me with that mysterious gaze, "too."

Neither of us speak after that. Both probably too confused on what to say next. I was confused. Did he just tell me he liked me? Or was that his way of saying he trusts me as a friend. I didn't know what to think. I didn't even know how I felt myself.