Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve

Cameron's driving to a local ice cream shop. He looks over at me and bites his lip. "Can you hand me that blanket in the back?" I reach to the back of the car and give him a blanket. He thanks me and puts it in his lap, before reconnecting both hands to the wheel. I arch my eyebrows and look down.

"Oh my God, Cameron." I mumble in my hand. He laughs as his face starts changing colors.

"Be quiet! You weren't supposed to see it." He whines, wiping sweat from his head. Just as we're laughing, I hear my phone ding from my pocket. I dig it out and see an anonymous number on my screen.

*Hey, this is Carter. Are you okay?

-Carter

*Hey, yeah I'm fine. Why?

-Leighton

*Because you were in the hospital?

-Carter

I arch my eyebrows and reply.

*How'd you know?

-Leighton

"So, can I ask you something?" Cameron asks, making my head shoot up.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." I stutter, waiting for the text message to come in. I don't want my business traveling around. Especially if it's business about my dad.

"Before you fought Clarity that day, and you said ... those things to me, did you really mean them?" I feel my heart drop to my waist thinking about what I said. It hurts to even remember them. I look over at Cameron, face scrunched up.

"Cameron, I don't wanna think of that." I mumble, ashamed of what I've done.

"Please." He begs me. "Can you just tell me if you meant it?"

My phone dings.

*Cam told us

-Carter

I furrow my eyebrows together and re-read the text. "I don't think it really matters." I snap at him. I really meant to say 'You told Carter I was in the hospital?!' but I snapped for all the wrong reasons.

You can see confusion, mixed with a bit of anger, rise in his face. "So what, you can ask me questions about the past, but I can't ask you any?"

"I asked good questions, Cam!"

"Bullshit!" He shouts, eyes switching between me and the road. "I guess you meant it, since you can't answer the damn question." He mumbles in his hand, one hand on the steering wheel.

"Fine. No, I didn't mean it! Now it's my turn to ask you a question." I give him a fake smile.

"Sure, yeah Leighton! Ask me a question!" He yells back, sarcastically.

"Why the hell would you tell Carter I'm in the hospital?!" He falls silent, letting his hand fall to about '6' on the wheel. He doesn't connects eyes with me. "Cameron!"

"Jesus Christ, Leighton, it's not that big of a deal!"

"It is if you're telling business about my dad!" I yell louder, shouting over to him. He scoffs at me, making my eyes dart towards him. "Excuse me?"

His voice is settle now. "You're so .. God what's the word? Mellow dramatic. You beg for attention." He starts grabbing the air. "You're needy for attention."

I glare his way. I feel like punching him in the throat. It sucks when you have to be nice to the people you want to throw a brick at. "Stop the car." He continues to drive. "Stop the car!" I yell louder. He slams on the breaks and looks over to me with watery/angry eyes. "You're such an ass." I grieve, packing up my things. I go for the handle, and open the door. "You really are a dick. You're a dick." I throw the towel that was on my lap, at him, and slam the door. I pace down a sandy hill and call Carter.