Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Part 3

I get my schedule and everything from the office when I get to the school. Cameron already ran off.

I find my new locker and put in the combination and open it.

I get whispers and glares from everyone. Wow these people are rude.

I feel a hand around my wrist making the metal of the bracelets sting my cuts. I wince in pain and turn around to a blue eyed boy.

"Hi, I'm Jake." He says.

"Megan." I smile.

I turn around to grab my books.

"So you must be the new girl." He leans on the locker.

"Yeah."

"Can I ask a question?"

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?" I turn my face towards him in fear.

"W-What do you mean?"

He points to my wrists. Crap. I only have bracelets on my right arm.

"I- uh" I couldn't talk. First few minutes here and people already know.

"You are a pshyco!" He raises his voice.

"Jake, please..."

He walks away.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and walk to my first class.

~

I get to English and see Cameron. I try to wave but he ignores me. I know he saw it. Does he know? No he can't.

I sit in the back of the class.

"Good Morning class. We have a new student. Her name is Megan." He says pointing to me. "So today we are picking partners for our next project we will be working on for the next month or so."

He posts a paper on the board and everyone runs up.

Cameron then walks up to me.

"I guess I'm with you." He sighs in disinterest. What? I thought he was so sweet. That really hurt.

We sit next to each other and work on the project.

~

Finally the last class has ended and I can finally can go home.

I get to my locker and see a group of girls coming up to me with... Cameron?

"Listen here, hoe." One girl says.

"Stay away from Cameron, or anyone for that matter. No one likes you here. You fat, ugly, girl. Why would you think Cameron would ever like you?" She yells.

I look over to Cameron. He just looks at me blankly.

"Woah. Calm down." I say.

"No! Because everyone knows you have trying to get with Cameron ever since you came here. I'm just telling you the rules."

"It's fine. I wouldn't want your pretty little Cameron in a million years." I whisper and walk out.

~

I get to my house from the bus and run in. I run to my room and start to cry.

I get to start over at a rich place and I still screw up.

I run to my bathroom and grab my blade. You know the drill.

After about 3 cuts I hear a knock on the door.

"Dang it!" I whisper to myself as I quickly wash it off and put band aids on.

I run downstairs and open the door to see the last person I would think it would be.

"Cameron?" I say.

(SERIOUSLY I KNOW THIS IS SO BAD BUT IT WILL GET BETTER! )