Cameron Boyce Short Stories

The Intentionally Toxic Part 8

China

Everything went by in such a blur. Dove and I were trying to make our way through the crowd and outside to find the boys. Why would Cameron blow up like that? Didn't he know who he was?

"I hope Cam is okay." Dove says to me. I nod my head at her, lost for words right now. We finally made it out the door and into the parking lot.

"Dove! Dove! I was just about to run in there to try and come get you guys. Cam is so fucking pissed." he said to us, out of breath.

"I can only imagine." I say to him. "Where is he?"

"He's by his car." Thomas replies. "He wants you all to leave, like right now. Booboo is still over there with him." I gave Dove and Thomas both a hug before running off to get back to Cameron.

"Cam!" I shout. "Cam!"

"Just get in the fucking car!" he shouts at me.

"I'll catch you all later!" Boo says, driving off.

"Cam! Get out the drivers side! You can't drive!" I scream.

"I'm good." he says.

"Cameron Boyce. I will not get in this car unless you move over to that damn passenger side." I say. He sighs.

"Whatever." he says moving over. I climb in the front seat and adjust it before turning the car on.

"What the fuck was that Cameron?" I ask. "Why did you do that?"

"What the fuck do you mean why?" he asks me. "You were there and you know exactly why."

"Cameron!" I begin. "Being who you are? You can't just do that. You have an image Cameron! A fucking image!"

"I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Booboo." he began. "I do not give one fuck. He should of never came up to you like that and he shouldn't have fucking touched you." Sighing, I pulled out of the parking lot, rolling my eyes.

"We could of just walked away." I say.

"No we couldn't have." he says. "So shut the fuck up about it."

"Who the fuck are you talking to Cameron?" I ask. "Because it sure ain't me."

"And what if I was?" he asked.

"Cameron. You know I am not afraid to beat your ass." I say.

"Whatever Chi." he says, looking out the window and balling up his fist.

Cameron always let his mouth get the best of him when he got angry and that is going to be his down fall. He already knows I'm not afraid to fight him. Never was and never will be. I pulled into the driveway, only for Cameron to storm out the car and into the house before I even turned it off. I rolled my eyes, turning the car off and followed him inside.

Of course the first thing he does is go straight to the counter to roll a blunt. I wasn't about to deal with this tonight, so I walked over there quickly to stop him.

"No." I said, removing the blunt from his lips. "That's not how you're doing this tonight."

"China." he said, flatly. "On God China, give that back."

"No." I said, repeating myself. "You think that you can just smoke all your problems away and this is not one of them. It'll still be fresh in everyone's mind tomorrow and you better hope it doesn't make its way to the higher ups."

Cam sighed, scratching his head and running his hands through his hair. He laid his head down on the counter top and screamed.

"It's like 1Am." I said. "You can't be doing that." I put his blunt back in the jar that he always kept them in as he got up and went upstairs into our bedroom. Of course I followed him up there.

"Leave me alone China, dammit." he said, frustrated.

"You know I'm not going to." I say back. Without any warning, he grabbed me by neck and hand me pinned up against the wall, his breath heavy on my lips. The way he was staring into my eyes, I was pretty sure that he could see into my soul. I smiled right in his face to let him know that his little grip had little to no control over me.

"You are so lucky." he begins to say.

"No you are." I say. "You're lucky I don't bust you upside your head. Now get your hands off of me." I pushed him hard enough to where he stumbled and fell back on our bed. I quickly climbed on top of him, staring back into his soul. "What are you so eager to prove Cam?" My voice was light when I asked that. I ran my hands down his chest.

"I'm eager to prove that I will fuck the next guy up if he thinks about trying to touch you in anyway." he says.

"What are you afraid of?" I ask.

"Most definitely not you." he replies, smirking and placing his hands on my waist. I grab a fist full of his shirt and pull him up to me. He bites his lip in my face.

"If you ever speak like that to me again." I say. "I will make you regret it." The sounds of those words made him bite his lip even harder before chuckling.

"I'm not afraid of you." he says. "I may act like, but we really know that when it comes down to it, I can have you weak in a matter of seconds." And he sure wasn't wrong about that. Cameron use to always get his way when we would fight. Keyword: use to. He always knew what to say, he always knew how to say it, but more importantly, he always knew where and how to touch me and it drove me insane.

Cameron loves to play these little mind games, I can always see it in his eyes. I know when he's serious and when he's not serious. Trust me, it was a tough code to crack in the beginning.

"Are you going to fuck me or are you just going to sit there and stare off into space?" Cameron asked me, his member hard against my inner thigh.

"Since you want to be a bad boy tonight, you can continue to be that bad boy and either use your hand or go to sleep." I responded, smiling. Cameron chuckled underneath me.

"Okay.." he whispered. "But I promise you'll regret it." He followed up that saying with a very wide smile.

To Be Continued...