Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

I think I lost my appetite for the rest of my life. It was only a glimpse, but still scarring. I don't even want to go into detail. Her, mouth open. Him, chomping down on his bottom lip and clenched jaw. (that I totally thought was sexy yesterday, but NOT ANYMORE!) I might just be overreacting! Maybe they weren't .... doing it. Maybe they were ... studying? Jesus, Leighton, what are you, a nun? They were doing it. Get over it. Why do I even care? Well, maybe because that's not classy at all. In a car? Before school? People will SMELL you! Gah, forget it. I'm talking to myself...

"Leighton!" I hear my voice being called from behind me. I turn around and see Nash and Taylor running up to me. "Hey." Taylor greets, with a smile on his face.

"Hey, guys, uh...what's up?" I almost lose my train of thought. I need to stop thinking about Cameron and Clarity. Done. Over. I won't think about it any more.

"Have you seen Cameron?" Nash asks.

WHY?! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! I DONT KNOW! STOOOP! PLEAAASE! YOURE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE I SWEAR YOU ARE! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, LOSER, WHAT?! LEAVE. ME. BE! "Nope."

They both look at me, then at each other, then at me again. "You sure?" Taylor inquires.

IM THIS CLOSE TO STABBING YOU WITH A FORK. "Positive."

"Well I'm gonna go meet Annabelle, tell her about the party, Taylor!" Nash shouts, as he runs backwards down the hall.

"What party?" I turn to Taylor, trying to take my mind off Cameron.

"There's this party, this Friday night, at Matt's house. Do you know who he is?" I shake my head. He laughs. "Oh, of course not. But it's just a 'Last Days of Summer' type of party. It's this Friday, and I was thinking..." He stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "Maybe you wanna go with me ... I mean us! Like me...and we...and uh, us." He stutters.

I giggle a little. "Who's we?"

"Nash, Cameron, Annabelle, Abby, Candice, aaaand ... me of course." He laughs. I smile at him.

"I'll think about it..." The last time I went to a party, Gale got into a huge fight, we ran a mile and a half trying to get away from the cops, and crashed in the back of his car. I think I need to think about it.

I walk into Lit and take a seat in the back of the class. I sigh, and run my finger tips on the surface of my hair. A party. Jeez.

"Hey you." A too familiar voice says in my ear. I jump and look to my right, to see Cameron with his face in his hands. His lips are a puffy pink and his neck is lightly bruised. I feel a pit of disgust settle in the deep trenches of my stomach. I roll my eyes and look away. "What? What'd I do?" Had sex in front of my bare, nun eyes. "Hm?" He asks, after I don't answer. He scoots his chair closer and leans over my desk.

"Leave me alone."

"Leighton." He speaks softly. Probably the softest I've heard his voice go.

"I really don't need you trying to comfort me. Go back to the car and have sex with Clarity, okay?" I snap. He looks at me, before moving his head back. I look at him for a good 10 seconds. Our eyes are locked, intensely, and we both say nothing. I mean, of course he doesn't know what to say. He got caught.

He leans back, and clenches his jaw, tighter than I've ever seen. He crosses his arms, enhancing the muscles through his blue shirt with mini stars slapped on them. After a minute, Clarity walks in with a girl behind her. I notice a boy, behind them, checking them out. Clarity waves bye to her friend before walking over to Cameron. She sits in front of him, but turns around so she can face his way. "Hey..." Cameron doesn't answer. "What's up? Did you hear about Matt's party?" Cameron still doesn't answer. Clarity looks over at me. "Do you mind?" I roll my eyes and look forward. I'm really ready to hit her in the face with a brick, but I know I can't do that.