Once Upon A Slap

(23) He Pulled Off the Wig and Said: I Knew It!

**Chapter 23**

"I'll pay." Jack insisted, looking quite a bit bemused as he glowered at Cameron. Only those two idiots would fight something as trivial as paying a bill. Honestly, I would've paid myself but the moment I had voiced my idea, I was shot down by both Jack and Cameron. I don't even see what the big deal was. Cameron ignored Jack completely, not that it was any surprise. I swear, his attitude is worse than any other person I know.

"I'm paying." Cameron's tone was testy, as if he were about to blow. That was the thing with Cameron; you never know how angry he is until he speaks because you can never tell by his facial expressions. It's like he's putting up a divider in between the world and his emotions.

Not wanting to hear either of the males bicker about who was going to pay the bill; I decided to take matters into my own hands. I fished my hand into my purse, hunting for my credit card. After I finally found it, I scurried over to the front desk and quickly paid for all four meals. I didn't mind paying for Ginger because she had only gotten a bottle of water.

Once I was done, I grinned in satisfaction and hurried outside before either Jack or Cameron realized what I had done. I knew for certain that Cameron would be angry since he doesn't seem like he's used to being ignored or denied and I just did both. As for Jack, he would probably shrug it off and forget about it unlike Cameron who wouldn't hesitate to hold a grudge until the end of time. Hence, I was going to leave before Cameron caught wind of the fact that I already paid; I was afraid of his wrath. I was just about to close the door behind myself when I heard Cameron's angry but insistent voice speak out.

"No, there's been a mistake. I still need to pay." He shot the waiter assisting him a deadly look, basically asking her to just try and argue with him.

Intrigued with the argument that was soon going to take place, I walked back into the store, smiling at the man at the front desk who held a befuddled expression. I walked until I caught sight of Cameron and the waitress he was arguing with. The ginger had turned a pale shade and Jack looked on the scene in awe. The waitress, however, looked like she was about to pee herself out of fear. I wasn't too surprised though because Cameron's gaze was enough to make me want to drop dead. He screamed authority and power.

Anybody would be a fool to tamper with him right now.

The waitress seemed to realize that fact as well.

"I'm sorry sir, but the bill has already been paid for." Her voice trembled and her body shook even more so. She couldn't have been over nineteen.

"Who paid for the bloody bill?" Cameron demanded, his stony gaze locked on the waitress. I decided that I needed to intervene. Alas, before I could, the waitress spoke up once again.

"I don't know, sir." I nearly snorted. Sir? As if.

"Then go find out." Cameron ordered, not skipping a beat. The waitress let out a sharp intake of breath and nodded quickly, before rushing off. Cameron's angry gaze stayed locked on the retreating waitress's back until he spotted me. When his gaze turned to me, I swear I thought I was going to die. I was beyond afraid of what Cameron was going to do. Of course, I knew he wasn't going to physically harm me, but still. You can't blame me for wanting to avoid a bad situation that I don't need to be caught up in.

I could swear that once his gaze had locked with mine, his entire demeanour worsened. He quickly closed the gap between the both of us. Before he or I could begin talking, he shot both the ginger and Jack a look. The both of them quickly mumbled some excuses before exiting the store.

"I don't need you to pay for me; I'm not a charity case. Just because you're the daughter of millionaires doesn't mean you're any better than me. I can pay for my own damn self; I don't need your money." Cameron hissed. At last, I understood why he was so upset; he thought I pitied him. He obviously doesn't realize how much I hate pity as well.

"I'm not pitying you; I was just trying to be nice," At that, he snorted. I tossed him a glare that could silence a crowd within seconds.

"Also, for your information, I hate pity as well." I snapped. I don't know why I threw that last bit in, but I did. Maybe I told him that to show him we weren't polar opposites; that we actually had something in common.

"If you don't pity me then why did you pay?" Cameron contradicted. His eyes narrowed into slits; he didn't trust me. I swallowed hard.

"I thought we were over the phase of distrusting one another." I attempted to keep my tone even, much like his. He's one of the only people who I had assumed I could trust. I don't even know why I feel like I can trust him but I do. I also thought he felt the same.

"We would be if you stopped giving me reasons to be suspicious." He retorted.

"If we want this, whatever this is," I gestured frantically between the both of us.

"Then you need to realize that you can trust me." I ran a hand through my hair, anxious for his reply.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Cameron's features, on the contrary to his soft voice, were tense and poised.

"What is there not to get?" I tried to level my voice to match him, but I simply couldn't. Not with the tense atmosphere right now.

For a moment, I thought Cameron was going to spill everything that he's kept from me up to date. The grim look present on his face was enough to make me take a few steps back. What was he so afraid to share? I could tell he was about to speak, before a man in a crisp suit approached us. Cameron snapped back into his senses and thought better of sharing his problems with me.

Dammit, so close.

"The both of you need to exit this restaurant immediately before we call the authorities for disturbance." His tone was crisp and clipped, just like his appearance. I'm guessing he was the manager. I couldn't believe it; I was being thrown out of a restaurant for the first time all because of Cameron.

"What the fuck? I'm not leaving. In fact, I want to have a chat with the asshole who runs this dump." Cameron demanded, angered. The manager dropped his kind act.

"That asshole would be me." I almost laughed at Cameron's frustrated expression.

Before Cameron could create a bigger uproar than he already has, I hooked my arm into his and dragged him outside, while throwing an apology over my shoulder to 'the asshole who runs that dump.'

Of course, Cameron was shouting profanities the entire time. To whom, I'm not certain. Although, before I could open the door, Cameron marched back to the owner of the restaurant. In a quick fluid motion, he tugged off the owner's hair, or should I say, wig. My jaw went slack, as did everybody else's. The owner looked like he was about to cry. Cameron, however, looked triumphant. He pumped the hand that held the wig into the air while shouting,

"I knew it!"

Despite what had just happened, I cracked a smile; Only Cameron.

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I know it's really short, but who cares? I hope you guys enjoyed.

I probably won't be updating a lot, because I will be gone away at Camp for two weeks. Sorry guys! I still will be updating, but the updates will be delayed and probably just as long as this one is, which isn't that long.

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