Will We Ever Be?

Chapter 4: First Impressions

[Cameron's Point of View]

I was grabbing both mine and Jessie's bags when I turned to see her talking to someone. The back looked masculine and so being the big protective brother I am, I went up behind him and tapped his shoulder. Glaring at the back of his head, he turned to look at me with a smirk on his face. The nerve of this guy!

"Do I know you?" he asked confused, the traces of a smirk leaving his face. Jessie was biting her lip nervously looking at both the guy and I, She shook her head, almost telling him to shut up, but he could not see her.

"No, but that's my sister right there. So I suggest you back off before I make you back off," I sneer, very close to a scream. My voice causing many of the people in the airport look at the scene unfolding. I pushed his shoulders back a bit, showing him that I wasn't someone to mess with.

"Dude calm down. Sorry for trying to let her have some fun for once. Back off grandpa, geez," he said, snickering. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to smirk once again at Jessie.

I made him regret turning away from me. I swung my arm back and with one swift motion, clocked him in the head. Damn that must have hurt.

"Fuck!" he yelled, recovering from the hit a few minutes later. "Call me when Gramps isn't around?" he says to Jess with a wink. He glared at me one last time before walking off with his luggage. I cursed under his breath as he shoved past people in the way.

"I don't want you talking to him. If you even try to contact him, I'll find him and kill him," I snarl, but my anger wasn't directed to Jessie more to everyone around me who seemed to piss their pants at the look of my face. I grabbed Jessie's hand, ignoring her huffs of anger, and took her out of the plane already mad about this trip. Hopefully the rest of the trip will be better.

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[Jessie's Point of View]

I still can't believe that Cam was that rude to Luke. I mean, I know that Luke shouldn't have said that back there and was only pushing Cameron's buttons, but I feel like I don't enough freedom when Cam is constantly around. Sometimes I wish he wasn't always breathing down my neck and let me actually communicate with guys my age. It's not like every guy I meet wants to deflower me. The incident was a one time thing and I appreciated it the first couple times, but now it's just pissing me off.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Cam hand grabbing mine and pulling me out of the plane. He started leading me somewhere I'm not sure of. This was my second time on a plane since my mom was alive and we went to Spain for a family trip. I was only 3 years old at the time, of course, I didn't remember much.

"We'll talk about this later," he said sternly or in other words he'll talk and I'll listen. At least that's how it normally goes.

~

Cam got a taxi and we arrived at a beautiful hotel that had the nicest view of Florida. The building was tall with at least a hundred floors. It was insane how many girls crowded the front of the hotel and lobby. We got out and some men helped Cam get out luggages, while I got my backpack. I followed Cameron inside, while his bodyguards pushed away the girls. Some of them though, managed to reach Cam before and he was more then happy to take pictures. Not many people knew about me and most of the girls just sent me dirty looks. Cameron has mentioned me before and a few girls would call out my name here and there, but I zoned them out. I wasn't used not fit for all this attention.

"Jessie oh my god, I can't believe it's really you! How does it feel living with Cameron Dallas?!" one girl squealed. I turn around to find a girl completely in bright pink clothes, even her hair had bright pink highlights in her bleach blond hair. She looked like a beach Barbie doll.