Notice Me(Cameron Dallas FanFic)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

"Holy hell! Who did that? Carter?" Taylor yelled, probably at the top of his lungs. He examined my neck that was covered in hickie spots. I touched the tender area and it felt like a bruise was there instead of hickies.

I managed to hide it from my mother this morning with a scarf. I removed it at lunch because I forgot the reason why I wore it in the first place. It got warm and I thought it was okay.

Taylor exchanged glances between me and Carter. Carter gave a look that was more angry than upset, but still looked upset. Like in between, I guess. "N-no, I didn't make those!" Carter yelled back. All eyes were on me and I put the scarf back on quietly.

"Shut the hell up!" I yelled back at them.

"Wh-who did that?!" Taylor and Carter said in unison. Taylor was laughing his ass off while Carter still yelled.

Cameron lifted his hand and gave me a wink. "Oh damn!" Taylor replied. Carter looked to the side and covered his eyes.

"What the hell..." Carter whispered.

"It's good y'all noticed. She's mine, just sayin'," Cameron said. Shut up, Cameron! He was being so mean to Carter... bringing this up in front of him.

I watched Carter slide out of his chair from under the table and walk over to some other table. You could just tell he was angry by taking a glance at him.

Nash did a spit take once he understood what Cameron said. "Y'all dating now?!" Nash had to ask. What else did Cameron mean? "Doe, dude! You got a bae now!"

Cameron nodded and kissed my cheek. I returned a smile and a giggle and kissed him back. His neck leaned over to kiss my cheek again but before he could kiss me I moved my neck to the side so he couldn't reach me. "Stop," he said. I turned my neck back and kissed him.

I saw Nash smirk and Taylor's jaw dropped. "Hell man, first Eva gets Carter, now you. She seems like a girl to really drool over," Taylor said.

"Girl, uncover that! Embrace it! Hahah, just kidding, do what you want," Nash said to me.

It's not like I didn't want to show it off. Honestly, dating Cameron is something to brag about. But then again, people would probably think I'm a slut for having hickies and displaying them in school. I also didn't want to make Carter feel any worse, even though he didn't know what was going on at the moment.

I admired the hickies in my mirror at home. They were vulgar, they reminded me of the memories of when they happened. And Cameron placed them there... like a temporary mark that no one should mess with me. I don't know. I find hickies romantic, yet seductive.

I heard three knocks on my window. I instantly knew it was Cameron. He always entered my house that way since the first time he came over, drunken and all. The curtains opened as I pulled them and my heart seemed to stop for a moment.

"Eva, uh, Cameron told me about your, uh, window and all, and stuff how he goes in it, and, uh, I just, uhm... wanted to check it out," Carter said through the glass.

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I could see everything else but his eyes. I could see his snapback that was never forward. I saw his Young & Reckless shirt that matched the coal color of his hat. His black basketball pants clung onto his legs that reached the ground.

"Hello?" Carter finally said.

"H-hi," I squeaked. I opened the window to signal he could come in. His feet wandered inside of my bedroom and he made himself at home. He laid his body on my bed and adjusted it to his comfort. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanna chill. And talk," Carter answered. What did he mean by talk? Like, serious things? "Look, I'm just gonna get straight to the point. Did you do it with Cameron?" he asked with a straight face.

"What?!" I instantly yelled back.

"Chill, girl. It's just that when a girl gets hickies, there's usually intercourse that happens afterwards. I mean, from what I've heard and assumed."

"N-no, we didn't." I walked over to the bed Carter was laying on and finally got a glimpse into his eyes. My eyes wouldn't keep still, they constantly looked back at his cheeks, his ears, his forehead, his nose, his lips, just anywhere but his eyes. But from the small look I got at them, I was confused. Most people say you can tell a person's real emotions when you look into their eyes. Carter was mixed up.

Carter's fingers brushed my hand that was at his side. "I must say, they are sort of, I guess, sexy. Even though they should've been made by me."

"Look, I'm not going through this again--"

"Relax, I won't hurt you. Since you're dating Cameron and all now."

His hand slipped under my fingers and he held them still. His eyes tried looking into mine.

I felt myself fall onto the empty space next to Carter. Our shoulders brushed against each other in attempt to get comfortable. My neck was craned to match with his and I could feel my heart pounding. I had control of my body, but this was a caught-in-the-moment thing.

I felt a pair of lips meet my neck. The breath from his nose washed down my down and the warmth somehow gave me chills.

I needed to stop this. I just couldn't bring myself up to doing it.

The lips traveled up and down my neck, touching the perfect spot every time. They wandered until they came to a stop on a particular spot.

My neck was bare and tender. It was clean and pale, the other side that Cameron hadn't roamed.

The warmth on the one spot on my neck made me purr. A breath slipped out of my mouth and I felt the slight pinch on my neck tighten.

Carter removed his lips from my neck and observed his mark. "Now that's a hickie," he added. "I'm not gonna leave anymore so Cameron doesn't see, you know?"

I could only nod.

I didn't want to hide anything from Cameron. My heart filled with guilt after I realized what just happened. I didn't want to tell him, though. He'd get mad at both me and Carter. I can't lie to him, saying something like, "I was frozen," because I felt in control, but I didn't want to move. I wanted Carter to continue.

I needed to get Carter out. I needed to think. Think, and that's it. I didn't want to do anything else. I needed to think of a way to forget all of this, to get out of this problem, to not let Cameron find out, to get Carter off of me, to just-- everything.

"I need to do homework, Carter. If you don't mind, would you leave? I'll text you later," I spoke up. Wow, that was probably the longest time I've spoken since I think about it.

"That's fine. See you tomorrow," Carter said and dismissed himself. He walked out of the window, the way he entered.

I closed it after he left. I closed my blinds and I pulled the covers over me when I laid down in bed.

No, I didn't cry. It was getting dark, I couldn't get up. My mind was full of thoughts. This wasn't anxiety, this wasn't a panic attack, just thinking, thinking of a plan of some sort. A plan to get away, to hide, anything of the sorts.

I ended up sleeping with nothing productive done. I just thought and thought. No plans made at all.

I guess I'll just wing it.

A/N : i've been having really bad writer's block lately ... i'm so mad at myself omg ! bc i had this great idea but then i forgot it and yeah ): but please remember to vote and comment or share if you liked this ! i'm so pleased with how many views and votes i'm getting (: i'm so happy ... ily guys !!