Nobody Knew (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 1: The Neighbors

Chapter 1: The Neighbors

~Cameron's POV

I heard the sounds of a moving truck backing into the driveway next door. "I didn't know there where people moving in." I questioned my mom as I was eating my lunch. "Looks like some girl and her dad." "Do you know how old she is?" my mom gave me glare; I guess I had that coming. "I'm not sure; I don't think you need to be worry about it." "Just looking for friends." I said in an annoyed tone under my breath. Another stern look and the conversation was dead.

Finishing off my ham and turkey sandwich, I glanced over to the window reviling the newly owned house. A few workers were carrying in boxes. I noticed one of them was not uniformed, her father? He looked a bit rough, maybe even angry. Well I guess that just comes with task of moving from god knows where to here; the subtropical state of California.

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Sunday is not the best day of the week, but it is most certainly not the worst. What comes after it is...Monday. But most importantly is school, the place where most of us hormonal teens go to have our self-esteem destroyed. It was about 9:30 pm when I got a text from Nash. "Wanna come hang with me at Starbucks?" "Yeah be there in 10."

I threw on some old vans, got my car keys and was out the door. As I was pacing towards my truck, I noticed a dim porch light was on at the next house over. There was a figure sitting on the bench under the poor lighting. I looked a little closer and realized it was indeed the girl from earlier. She noticed my continued gazing and turned it into a full on staring contest. Moments later the charade had become quite baffling and I gave a slight smile to end it. After that strange encounter I headed to my car and sped off to star bucks.

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As I walked to the entrance of Starbucks, I saw Nash in the window. Someone was with him. From behind I could see she had platinum blonde hair, I believed her name to be Sam. When I got inside I greeted Sam with friendly "hello" and Nash with a "what up bro." I felt as if I was interrupting something between them, but I don't see why because Nash was the one that asked me here.

Since I was there I decided to order a vanilla frappuccino. Ooo yeah that sounds really good. "Hey guys be right back I'm going to order something." They nodded while I briefly left the two of them to continue chatting.

"Um yeah that will be all but could you add some caramel." I said as more of statement than a question. "Yeah sure thing, heavy or light?" "Mmm light don't want to drown out the vanilla." "Alright, name?" "Cameron but you can call me Cam." I said with a smirk.

Right as I returned my eyes to the widow seat where Sam and Nash were, I could see him snickering over what I had just said to the girl behind the counter. I decided to stay put and not go back to the table because she was almost done making frap. Looking back over at Nash I grinned and the started flirting with the employee. "So uh what was your name again?" she turned away from the caramel dispenser, tugged on her name tag, pointed to it and said "Margo." "Wow that's such a beautiful name, for an even more beautiful babe like you." She placed the drink on the counter all the while bushing and making googlly eyes at me. "Thanks Margo." And before I could leave the counter she said "call me sometime." Knowing exactly what she meant I glanced down at my beverage to find a phone number written I sparkly blue ink.

After discarding her empty cup into the garbage, Sam announced that it was getting late and she should start heading home. "Bye see you at school tomorrow." Nash said waving. I hadn't notice it was getting late until I looked around and saw only a few people in sight on their laptops probably trying to finish a highly procrastinated paper.

A few moments later, I found my self slurping the last of my Frappuccino in-between us talking about Sam. "So uh what's going on with you two?" I gave him sheepish smile. He returned it with a glare. "Dude just stop were only friends." "Oh come on no girl is just friends with Nash Grier." "Well my friend, that is vary true but not in this situation."

I decided to change the subject and notify him that a family has finally moved into that old house. "Oh the one with the squeaky floor boarding on the porch?" "Yeah that one! And the nasty green paint peeling off the walls." "Eww was it some old couple?" "As far as I've seen, a chick that looks about our age and I think her dad." "Is she any hot?" "Yeah defiantly, well I haven't really been able to see her face." "Great now we could have a foursome: me, Sam, you, and that hot girl." "I thought you said you guys were friends!" "We are man! I thought you said that chick was hot!" "She is bro!"

We both ended up laughing about the foursome, after that Nash considered it to be past curfew so we both said good bye and left. As I was throwing my empty cup away I remembered that Margo's phone number was on here. Eehh I didn't really care, so I just threw it away. On the way to my car I saw Nash heading towards me. "Hey Cameron my car won't start the battery needs a jump, do you have any cables?" "Na man sorry but I can give you a ride home." "Yeah yeah sweet." This is not going to turn out well; my mom is going to kill me if I get home any later.

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After I dropped Nash off I checked the time, it was around 12:40. I'm dead, I'm going to die, my mother is going to kill me, and I will be in the ground by the morning. I drove down the subdivision and when I got to my street I turned of the head lights so no one could see that I was pulling in. I just hope that she went to bed hours ago and is not waiting this second for me to walk through the door.

I turned into the drive way the best I could in the dark, which was good enough I guess. I got out of the vehicle quietly and left the door ajar; come to think of it I didn't even lock it because of the noise. That was probably vary stupid of me. As far as walking, it felt like someone was watching me. And it was quite unpleasant, then I heard it... that familiar squeaking. The squeaking in which me and Nash were talking about earlier. The squeaking from the floor boards on the porch next door.

A first I was quite terrified but then I remembered when I had left, a certain someone was sitting on the bench over there at the time. Although that would mean that she had been out there from 9:30 until now, that added up to about three hours. I let my eyes adjust so I could see her better, before I asked about the situation. Standing feet away from her last position, staring at me yet again. "Hey umm why are you still out here, are you aware that its 1 in the morning?" there was the silence of crickets. "Are you ok?" "You know you didn't lock your car." "Uh-huh yeah. What are you still doing out here?" "You didn't shut your door all the way ether." This was becoming incredibly annoying and I was about to just go inside when I remembered I don't have a key. So instead I started slowly sauntering towards her "yeah I know that too, but I don't know why you're outside in a t-shirt (oversized t-shirt) and shorts (baggy short shorts), it is quite cold out here." "What's your name?" she asked leisurely strolling in the same direction towards me. "Cameron and you are?" "Mave." After she stated her name Mave stopped at the ledge of the porch climbed over the baluster and sat down where the floor boards extended out from under the bottom railing.

I was very much closer to her than before and she was looking slightly down at me from the porch being elevated five feet from the ground. "Are you locked out of your house or something?" I asked vary causally. "No, maybe I just like sitting out here." I could tell that this conversation wasn't ending soon so I took another step and hopped up on the end of the floor board with her. "You like sitting outside for 3 hours?" "Who said I was out here for three hours." "Well you were here when I left and you're still here now." "Maybe I went inside." "Good point."

It was silence for a moment, slightly awkward but seemingly nice at the same time. I looked at her for a moment when she wasn't paying attention and studied the billion tiny freckles that evened out her golden brown complexion. Then I examined her crinkly, wavy, and just messy brunette hair. Mave pulled her knees too her chest in attempted to stay warm. I could see the goosebumps covering the surface of her skin. "are you waiting for someone or something?" she asked "no why would y..." she started eyeballing my house and then me as if she were telling me to look over there. When I did I saw the door wide open with my mother standing directly in front of it. Oh fuck I'm screwed...