Falling for him

The truth

Cameron's POV

I drove back home and went straight to my room. Why did I ever have to fall in love with her? Oh, yeah, because she is perfect.

Her beautiful eyes that look like you can see the future through them, and how they show her every emotion if you can see past her wall. And her gorgeously golden hair with a hint if red and blonde highlights that just flows down her back and stops right before her butt. Don't even get me started on that ass, but let me just say DDDDAAAAMMMMNNN, that girl got a hell of an ass.

It's perfect just like the rest of her body. The first time I saw her in 6th grade I tripped over my feet and ran into a wall. Yes, I ran. Into. A. Freaking. Wall.

It's adorable how clueless she is. I have had a major crush on the girl for forever, but she didn't notice. She also had no idea what she could make me do with her looks, but it took me awhile to actually talk to her because whenever I tried, I would say the most stupid thing in the universe. But, God, I love that girl.

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That night I went to sleep hugging her pillow because it smelled like her.

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It's been a week since the whole Heather incident, and I haven't seen her since. I left a thousand messages, texted her a billion times, but didn't go back to see her. I simply could not have my mate hating me, but I was dying in the process. I haven't been able to sleep well without her, and I've spent hours on end just looking at her picture. If I waited any longer I just might die from Heather withdraw. So I did the only thing left to do, I went to go see the love of my life.

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I walked up to her door and knocked. I knew it was only her home because her parents were away on a business trip.

"Come in as long as you aren't a murder trying to make this fabulousness your next victim!"the voice that I have fallen for called.

"Hey Babe," I said as I walked through the door.

"What are you doing here?" She asked sourly.

"You missed me too much, Princess." I smirked, and then felt very happy. She never let anyone call her Princess, only me pre- murder rampage.

"Why are you here, Jerkbutt." Heather was glaring. Or at least trying to glare. Whenever she tried to glare she would crinkle up her adorable button nose and squint her eyes- she made the same face when she did complicated math, which I can never do.

"I wanted to see the girl that I love with all my heart." What I said is and will always be completely true. Forever.

"Oh, so is that why I haven't seen you for a week. Because when you love someone, you need to be with them every possible second. You've called a couple hundred times, texted another thousand, but you haven't even tried to come over in the past FUCKING WEEK!!" She was yelling now. I hate when she yells.

"I was just giving you time to cool off," I replied as coolly as I could, but I was freaking out.

"So what? I was mad and 'needed time to cool off' but when you love someone it should be physically impossible to stay away. Remember when you first found out we were mates. It was on your 18th birthday and Betas start finding their mates at 18. It was right after your football game when I was talking to another one of the players. He was flirting with me because, come on, who doesn't want a hot cheerleader girlfriend. But then from 20 yards away you growled 'mine'. I didn't know that we were mates because I wasn't even 16 yet since I am freakishly smart and skipped a few grades awhile ago. But you knocked him out and pulled me into your chest and told me 'Always mine, and only mine.' Always Cameron, always. A week after the game, you said you love me, endlessly. I wanted to say it back but I couldn't. You want to know why you had to get me drunk to tell you that I love you? Because I am scared. I am scared of being in love. Love means to give someone your heart; to give them the power to break you, and you trust that they don't. I cannot, will not let anyone break me. I put up a wall when someone gets close, and only a few people have gotten to see past my wall. You broke down my wall way before that night, before the game, but I could never let you know that you are the only one that can break me.