INSTA-Daddy

14

What? My mind yelled in shock. Cameron just asked Mr. Wallace' permission to talk to me. All eyes were on me. One girl, who was one of the fangirl squealers from earlier, moaned in disbelief.

"I thought they broke up," I heard the girl from Liz' row whispered to the girl in front of her. My body sulked and I couldn't do anything else but look down.

Mr. Wallace gave out another sigh. "We are in the middle of the class Cameron. You can talk to her after," he faced back at Tim who was just as confused as I am.

Cameron shook his head in protest. "No Mr. Wallace. I can't. It has to be now."

Mr. Wallace frowned and the wrinkles on his forehead right above his eyebrows were beginning to form.  Another girl groaned louder, more of a sobbing groan. The murmurs were a starting to tune up a bit like bees buzzing right through my ears.

"Do you want me to call the principal Mr. Huggins? Does Mrs. Becky know you're here?" The teacher croaked. Mrs. Becky was an instructor for the third years-- subject? Science.

Cameron grinned, his beautiful white teeth sparkled through my soul. "Come on Mr. Wallace. It won't be long. 10 minutes is all I need."

"Te--," our teacher cut off his sentence, wheezed in defeat, and spoke again.

"Fine. Five minutes." Mr. Wallace declared. He motioned me to exit class and go accommodate the guy's request. I felt a thump in my chest.

I eyed Liz, my soul was crying for help. Cameron stood straight with a queer smile on his face. I walked passed a girl who was trailing at me with angry eyes, lines forming between her curved eyebrows.

"Alright. Back to the equation," I heard Mr. Wallace announced as I walked through the doorway, caughting up with Cameron. I knew I suddenly had the goosebumps. I could feel the hairs on my arm and nape standing up as if I was having snowy chills.

I followed Cameron to the end corner of the hallway, just straight ahead from where our class was. I continued to follow him as he tured left. We stopped by the staircase leading to the third floor were the third year classes were. Right next to it was the stock area or th stock room were old school equipments were being placed until the school principal chooses to use them to something relevant again.

We entered that stock room and I realized that Cameron had just locked the door before facing me. I looked around only to see a pile of sport balls in boxes. There were soccer balls, basketballs, and three pieces of footballs. Some were already out of air. Somewhere behind me were a stock of cheerleader uniforms used previously. The school had changed the uniforms just recently this year.

Adjacent to the door where cleaning stuff like a mop with a cracked handle, a pail of bucket with no handle, and a couple of rags. It wasn't that dark inside. It was dim but not dark. The only problem is that it was hot. Extremely hot.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" I inquired, a bit of anxiety mixed with fear thumped up my heart. My body started to blow steam not because of it was hot inside the stock room but because my insides were steaming.

Cameron stepped closer, his arms wide open like ready for an embrace. I suddenly remembered what happened at the party.

"You stay away from me," I stepped one foot backwards.

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you," Cameron stepped in nearer and wrapped me in his arms. Once I felt the heat from his embrace, my tension eased up. But not for long. It started to feel hot again. It was a flustering heat. I excelled some effort to push him farther but his hug was tight.

A few seconds later, I was finally free. I stomped backwards even further again.

"What do you want? Mr. Wallace said five minutes," I exclaimed.