----Cameron----
I know what you're thinking, "cameron, the typical bad boy falling the typical good girl. What else is new?" Well maybe i'm not all that bad, just misunderstood. Okay so maybe I am catagorized correctly as a popular heart throb. Does that have to mean i'm a bad boy? My point exctly! I can't help it if I recieved my father's dashing looks and my mother's cobra-like personality. But that's something we don't need to get into today, she doesn't deserve that much attention. I am by no means saying I'm a bad person, I just like to have fun. For the record.
It is true that I've been with a lot of girls but to my defense they wanted it! I am not the type of guy to force myself on some poor innocent girl. Obviously that narrows things down, I don't really hook up with "nice girls" all the girls that throw themselves at me are considered "bad girl's". Okay so maybe people use the word slut more often than not but I prefer to be a bit nicer. Anyway, when I first saw Ellie walking down the hall with Courtney and Hayley I nearly lost my ability to breath. I mean dang, she looked hot in that dress that hugged all the right places, her shoes showed off her leg muscles, yet her makeup gave her an innocent appearance. I was in trance like phase as she swayed towards our lunch table smiling at Carter who invited them to sit with us. They all sat down and Ellie ironically ended up right next to me at the small round table. Nash have a "you better tap her" look so smirked at him nodding slightly. The strange this is, I wasn't sure if I wanted to use her like that. She seemed different. Not in the typical "good girl" way but in the sense that she wants to protect someone, anyone. Her perfume smells like ginger and pumpkin spices, I could breathe in the scent of her all day.
Who am I turning into? I'm never like this, she probably already knows I'm the heartbreaker of this school and by sounds of it she'll be keeping away from any heartbreak. It's awful, what happened. I could never imagine seeing my dad leave for work but never seeing him come home again. I saw her younger brother around school. Preston, he's only a grade below us. He looks like a survivor, he looks like he's ready to become the man of that house. Do his father justice.
----Note----
Okay so it's not as long as I wanted it to be but I promise next weekend's chapter will be longer! I've had a busy weekend with school work and babysitting so that kept me hostage! But have a lovely week everyone! :) vote comment and follow!
