Chapters of life

Chapter 6

Hey guys,🙌

I'm really sorry I haven't updated but I thought I would have wifi on holiday and I didn't:((

I wrote loads of chapters on holiday though, so I will be updating lots over the next days😊

Also, because I've forgotten my wattpad password, I can't do a character list, so in the next few days I will be making the characters list for you:)

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I walk down the path leading too my house, a cool breeze blowing on my face. After my crying session in the toilets, I just decided to suck it up and go to my lessons. Thankfully, Cameron wasn't in those classes so I didn't have to worry about him.

Strands of my hair fall in my face, and I push them back with a sigh.

It's a typical warm Californian day, with just a slight breeze keeping me from sweating.

I suddenly hear a crash from just behind me. I turn around quickly, and gasp.

Cameron is lying face down on the pavement, groaning. He lifts his head up slightly, and I see some blood dripping from his chin.

"Fuuck" he groans, and lifts himself up so he's in a uncomfortable looking position.

Shocked,I stare at him.

"Um, are you ok?" I squeak.

Cameron looks up at me, and blushes. Actually blushes.

I think this the first time I've ever seen him blush.

"Yeah. I am. I mean, no I'm not, I've got a busted chin and my nose feels pretty sore, but yeah, I'm good". He stands up, holding the sleeve of his T-shirt too his chin.

"Right." I nervously hover close to his elbow.

"Oh fucking hell". Cameron starts viciously dabbing his large cut, making him wince in pain.

I frown at him. "Jesus, just let me do it" I say, whipping a tissue from my bag. "Your T-shirt is covered in blood by the way". I say as I start to dab at his cut.

"It's only Hollister." Cameron waves the question away, and I roll my eyes.

"Stop trying to act loaded Cameron, you live on the same street as me and that street happens to be a boring suburban street which is mostly inhabited with old granmas."

"How do you know that I live on the same street as you?" He turns his head to one side, looking at me with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes.

"Um, I saw you come out of your house in the morning". I say, my face turning tomato red.

He smirks. "Are you sure you weren't spying on me?".

"N-no" I stutter, and he laughs.

"God, your fucking adorable when your blushing" he whispers, and I my heart starts to beat faster.

I look down at my converses' and try not to blush again. Of course, with me being me, I blush again, and this time it's a deep red colour.

"So, why were you running in first place?" I blurt out, handing him the blood-soaked tissue.

"I don't know, I guess I jut wanted to talk to you". He shrugs.

I raise an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to be happy that you wanted to talk to me?".

"Well actually, yes. I was thinking that maybe you should start fangirling and saying 'OMG' every few seconds. It has happened before, you know, I am pretty special." He says smirking.

I roll my eyes. Egotistical jerk.

"So I wanted to talk to you about this party. Y'know, mine, Miles' and Ryan's." Cameron winces as I dab at his cut.

"Yeah?". I ask, my heart beating fast.

"Well, are you going to the party?".

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess ."

Immediately I feel Cameron tense beside me. I look at his face and see a spark of happiness in his eyes, but then a complete wash of emotions. He struggles for minute, before letting out a small nod.

"Is that bad?" I ask quietly.

"Huh? No, erm no". He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted a lift to the party? Ryan's picking me up and seeing as we live on the same road as each other".

I nod. "That'd be good. Thanks".

Cameron looks at me, his eyes traveling from my eyes down to my lips.

"I'll pick you up at eight." He murmurs and I nod again.

"I'll see you then" I wave at him.

Seriously Casey, you waved at him?

"Bye" he half grins at me.

I walk off down the road, step into my front yard and open my front door. When I look back at Cameron, he's still standing there, the grin left on his face.

I smile at him, my heart fluttering like a butterfly on crack.

Shit. That's it. I'm going to the party, to see whether Cameron actually wants me there. If he doesn't, I'll know where I am with him. If he does want me there, then...that would probably be a dream come true.

I'm so fucking whipped, ugh.