"Crestfallen" (Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Hangovers are officially second on my "Want to Kill" list. First of course, was Matt and his asshole friends.

The rest of the night at the dunes was dumb. I had left right after the outburst between Matt and his  "friends" and starting walking back home. I didn't honestly know where I was headed, but I just started moving away from the dunes. It was like instant instinct to get away from these people.

Eventually, I had found my way back. To be honest, I don't know how, but I did.

I know drinking, smoking and all that stuff is bad for you. I've had to hear that every since I walked into my kindergarten classroom, but I've always wanted to do what I wanted to do and so, that's how I got introduced to smoking. It wasn't usually cigarettes it was more pot and shit. I had gotten it from some kid back in the day and had been hyped on it ever since. It was away to disappear from reality and leave for a while. I smoked it most when my parents were in a fight or when my dad got pissed and instantly turned into a drunk, which was common.

For the first few years, I didn't have to hid the drugs and to be honest, I didn't even think my parents gave a fuck. But, after the years of counseling, my mother had caught me once or twice, instantly banning it all from the house.

I lit the cigarette and stick it in my mouth and exhale. I was finally relaxed.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door.

"Scarlet?" A voice says softly from outside my door.

I get up off my bed, throw the bud out the window and open the door.

It was Camila, who else.

"Hey sweetie. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, if you want to have some." She says smiling.

The outfit that she was wearing was probably the sluttiest one I've seen since. A black, leather dress that showed off her ginormous boobs.

"After, I'm going to go run to the market. You can come if you'd like."

I sit back on the bed, face towards the window and roll my eyes. Whatever.

"Sure." I say quietly and she smiles once again before shutting the door on me.

What else did I have to do. California may be more boring than Washington, if that's even theoretical possible.

The market was elaborate. I don't know if it's even legal to call a market "pretty", but this one was. It was like a designer store, but with food instead of clothes. The fruit was almost too ripe and watered perfectly. The store itself was painted with aqua and violet colors and added with a few sparkles on the wall.

It was called "Kirsten's" which sounded more like a fancy clothing store.

"Can you do me a favor, Scarlet? The lettuce is over on aisle fourteen. Do you mind grabbing it?" Camila says, pushing the cart slowly.

"Okay." I mumble and make my way over.

Aisle fourteen was basically empty except for a few people over by the watermelon. I scan the shelves until I find the lettuce. I bend over and look at the prices, which were WAY too expensive.

Then, there's a tap on my back.

I swing my head around and see it's Cameron. The douche from the party.

"Hey." He says quietly, bending next to me.

I immediately stand up and start to walk away.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He asks.