School had been going okay. Cameron was always there to talk when I needed him, but sometimes I just wished I could actually hug him sometimes. This school year wasn’t so bad. It was always good to have a new start. I was kind of like a celebrity in school for the first week because I was dating Cameron but that all wore off and I was treated like a normal teenage girl. I had seen in tabloid magazines about Cameron running around with other girls in LA. It really upset me, but I always ignored them, because I never believed any of that crap. It was a Saturday night in September, 3 weeks into school. I was sitting in my bed alone, when Cameron face timed me out of nowhere. I was on my laptop working on a project, but I answered. “Hey, What’s up?” I asked, smiling. Cameron looked upset. “Nothing, just wanted to talk.” He said. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Nothing, nothing.” Cameron shrugged off. I was extremely confused so I went back to working on my project as Cam and I had small talk. It was silent for a few seconds until he said something. “y/n, can I ask you a question?” He said. “sure” I said. “Do you care about our relationship?” I shut my laptop because I knew it wasn’t a good time to be typing an essay. “Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?” I answered slowly. “I don’t know. I just feel like I have been doing everything lately.” He said. What the heck was that supposed to mean? “What do you mean?” I asked back. “Well, I always text you first, I always facetime you first, and I feel like you don’t care about me. Like of course you care about me but whenever you’re upset I always check on you and make sure you okay but when I am, you never seem to care.” He said. “What are you talking about? Don’t you understand? I’m busy. I am a high school student. I can’t drop everything to fly out to California to check on my boyfriend. Sometimes I wish I could, but I can’t. I dance every day of the week and I have hours of homework every night. Sorry that I’ve been really stressed out lately.” I said with a sassy tone. “So you expect me to drop everything and fly to New York?! I Can’t do that either, y/n. I’m so busy with acting, and tours, and meetings, and all of that crap. I feel like we aren’t even dating anymore.” He said, almost yelling. I was mad. He claimed to be busy on tours but they barely had events anymore. “Tours? You guys haven’t had an event in a month. I think the fame is getting all in your head.” I said, sassily again. Cameron looked upset and furious. “I can’t believe you just said that. I thought you were different.” He said. “I’m just speaking the truth.” I snapped back. “Oh, well if we’re speaking the truth, then you’re acting like a bitch right now!” He said, as my jaw dropped. “You know what Cameron. I’ve been hearing tons of rumors about you and all of these famous Los Angeles girls, but guess what I’ve been doing. I’ve been trying to brush them off because I didn’t want to start a fight over something I thought wasn’t true. But you telling me I’m acting like a bitch? That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry, but we’re done.” I said firmly. Cameron stayed speechless for a second before saying “Are you serious?” “Yeah. Sorry, but I can’t deal with it all anymore.” I said, right before clicking to end the face time call. I was furious, but relieved.
It didn’t hit me that I had actually broken up with Cameron until later. I fell asleep around 1am that night. I woke back up at 3:30am, and it all hit me. Hard. I sat up as tears came rushing down my face. It was the worse feeling in my life, but I knew I shouldn’t go running back to him. I was right, all of it had been stressing me out a lot and it wasn’t a good time for a boyfriend anyways. I lay in bed for like an hour, as the tears kept rolling down my face uncontrollably. It was my first breakup, and it was just like I had heard. It sucked.
