Human // c.d

15

"You ready?" Cameron asked, searching for my hand. He led me out the restaurant along with the boys. What I wasn't expecting were the cameras flashing around me.

"Is it true Jessi? Are you dating the Cameron Dallas?" A young reporter girl asked, shoving her microphone in my face.

"How so you know my na-"

"Sshh." Cameron shoved me away from her, "Don't speak to them."

"Wait!" She caught up to us, and all I can think about is where the damn black van is.

"Jessi!" She caught her breath, "What makes you so different? Why you?"

That was a way to lower my confidence really quick. I ask myself the same question.

"What interest does Cameron find in you that he can't find in any other girl?" Her words hurt, it's the way she was saying them to me.

I was lost at words, and
I had stopped in place. I wasn't use to this. Cameras and reporters following me. I wasn't use to being talked that way to either.

A small tear slipped from my eyes, and luckily cam didn't notice.

"That's enough." He scoffed at her, tightening his already tight grip on me.

"Cam, where's the van?" Matt asked, and I knew that if the van didn't get here, I was going to explode. It was hard not saying anything to that reporter, I probably wouldn't have said anything anyways. What was there to say? I mean,
What makes me so different from any girl that likes him. Heck, I didn't know him until the other day. I don't deserve him like some girls do.

I was strong, I kept the tears in. I couldn't let him see me crying.

"God." Cam muttered.

"I could ask Diane to pick us up, she doesn't even live far from here." I brought up the idea, considering I had to leave anyways.

"Who's that?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"The woman I work for." I said, and he knew after I said it.

"Yes, call her!" He said, his eyes big, and the next thing I know, I'm dialing her number in my phone.

"Diane! Hey!" The wind was blowing hard, and it was hard to keep the small strands of my hair away from my face.

"Is everything alright, Jessi?" Her elegant voice didn't shock me, she uses it too much.

"Could you do me a tiny- huge favor." I pleaded, the boys were staring me down.

The reporters were still there, trying to shove questions in our face, but I've learned in the last few minutes to ignore them.

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"Get in!" She screeched, the wind was unbelievable, and the rain was cold. I was soaked, along with the other boys as well.

"Thank you so much!" I half yelled over the storm, opening the door, and climbing into the back of her mini van. After all the times I've called this van ugly and worthless, I'm so happy to have it at the minute.

"Johnson, get in the front." Hayes muttered, referring to Jack J, shutting the door on him. It's weird that I felt sorry for him.

After he ran to the other side of the fan, swinging the door open and hopping in, Diane drove off.

"Are you guys alright?" She said, cutting the heat all the way up. My clothes were soaked, and I was more than freezing. I had no clue it would get this bad, and from the looks of it, the boys didn't either.

"God you're shaking." Cameron muttered, pulling me onto him. The warmth of his chest against my body was enough. I was still cold, but this was better.

Cameron's hair was wet and messy, which was terribly sexy. Literally, sometimes I wonder if he's this secret model.

His hand quickly ran up and down my legs, warmth fulfilling them.

"You never do that when I'm cold." Carter pouted his lips, joking wise.

But actually, he looked just as cold as I did.

Cameron smirked at him, continuing to trail his hands down my upper legs.

I was ready to get to Diane's, take a nice hot bath, and spend the rest of the little time I have with Cameron.