Bad Boy Fairytale {Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 9-"We're not going to the basement, hun."

Cameron's POV

"Cameron?!" I heard a faint shout from below. I quickly walked down the stairs and headed towards the bathroom. I grabbed the knob and started to open the door but then she pushed it back and locked it.

"Uh...there's no towel." She said.

I smiled to myself.

"Check the bottom drawer." I shouted so she could hear me.

There was a silence for a while. She opened the door and when she saw me, her eyes were wide.

"Oh! I thought you left." She softly spoke, avoiding any eye contact.

I looked at her for a while. To be honest, she was pretty. Her long brown hair was dripping wet and it laid perfectly on her shoulders. I noticed she had freckles on the bridge if her nose, which I thought was cute. I hate it when girls cover their marks and freckles with make-up. Her brown eyes though looked dead tired. I notice dark circles under her eyes. She must have had trouble sleeping the past few nights. What am I even thinking? Of course because she sleeps on the cold, hard concrete. Duh Cameron.

I didn't realize that I was staring at her for a long time until she have me a weird look.

"Oh. Uh, sorry. Put these on. It's probably not your fashion choice but it's the smallest size these closets could offer." I explained.

She nodded her head and looked at the clothing items in her hands.

"Thanks." She answered as she locked herself up in the bathroom.

Jennica's POV

The white towel dropped from my body. I arranged then clothes that Cam has picked for me. Grey sweatpants, a white v-neck. Wrapped in the v-neck was a pair of clean women's underwear and a bra. I raised my eyebrow wondering where he got this. Probably his past victims. I cringed at that thought. Whatever, clean clothes is better than my old dirty clothes that I've been wearing for almost three days.

I slipped in the undergarments first then the sweat pants and shirt. I left my hair natural and I didn't care about the small amount of acne on my face that was makeup-less. I wasn't trying to impress anybody, not even Cameron.

I walked out the door and he was still standing there. Without saying a word, he grabbed my wrist once again and tied the same hand-cuffs around them. I groaned and he glared at me.

"Stop groaning will you?" He spat.

I swear, this kid is bipolar or something. First he smiles at me, handing me clean clothes, and minutes later he's angry.

"Why do you have to cuff me? The basement is like 10 steps away." I said.

"Oh, we're not going to the basement, hun." He smirked. "We're going upstairs to the bedrooms."

My stomach did a flip. Oh gosh.

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