The Love sick Pop star

Chapter 6

A/N: PLEASE GO BACK AND LOOK AT THE ACTORS LIST IN THE FIRST AUTHORS NOTE BECAUSE i CHANGED LIAM'S ACTOR

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       Cameron holds up a finger when I open my mouth to speak. Without a word, he hops up from the stool, grabs my hand and pulls me out of the kitchen. His hand was rough, not soft like I would expect it to be. I look down at his hand in mine. It looks soft though. He leads me to a large room full of only three colors. Black, white, and light brown. It was modern and beautiful, full of glass. The stairs were glass, the walls were glass. It was amazing.

      Cameron looked back at me, watching the amazement show on my face. He stopped pulling me and plopped down on the white couch that was up against the wall. I stood, uncomfortably in front of him, watching as he pulled a cigarette pack out of his opened jacket. I frown.

      "You smoke?" I ask, surprised. Cameron's eyes flicker up to me for a quick second before pulling out one cigarette from the box.

       "Mhm," he mumbled placing it between his teeth. This was the last thing I expected Cameron Storm to do. He was such an innocent, childish boy. But this.... this is something else. Someone else.

"Can you light it for me?" I hear him mutter and i wasn't ready when he suddenly tossed a metal lighter in my direction. I fumbled to catch it and surprisingly, I did.

"Sure, whatever." I bent down to light the flame of the match. The flame was small and bright, seeming harmless. I looked down at Cameron to see that his gaze was fixed on me, watching my every move with interest. He moved the cigarette with his teeth, his face blank.

I place my hand on Cameron's jaw and lit the cigarette that was sticking out of his mouth. He took a long drag, the whole time, he was smiling, ear to ear. It was kind of scary and for a second, I forgot he was even The Cameron Storm. I quickly let go of his jaw and lean away from him, plopping onto the couch next to him.

"So, what do ya wanna talk about, sweet face?" He slurs slowly, blowing out a puff of smoke. He looks down, folding his hands together. "I have a feeling that I know what it's about."

I look over at him, sighing.

"It's about Cassia." Even saying her name out loud made my voice crack. But I haven't cried for two years. Ever since the tragedy happened. Cameron's smile faltered for a quick second but instead he sends me a smirk.

"What? You wanna talk about mine and Cassia's sex life?" he joked, blowing out a puff of smoke. I blink at him, startled. Cassia never told me about their... sex life.

"No....I have no desire to talk about that. I came here to talk about...her death," I say slowly. I show no hint of emotion on my face. I keep my emotions and heart, stone cold. Because if I didn't, I'd fall apart all over again. Cameron's smirk fell and he leaned back on the couch. For once, he wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning either.

"Well, that's a pretty gruesome topic. I mean, you don't take me as a person who would sit around and talk about death and-"

"I'm being serious Mr. Storm! Now is not the time for joking, shithead. So shut the fuck up or so god help me, I'll shut you the fuck up myself!" I throw my hands up, anger boiling inside of me. Cameron raises one eyebrow.

"Well, damn girl, you've got a temper," he mutters, shaking his head. This angered me even more. I abruptly shoot up from the couch and Cameron did the same. I cross my arms, keeping my hands folded tightly to stop myself from hitting him in that asshole, ignorant face of his.

"You're mom should've swallowed you!" I bark, spitting out the first thing that came into my mind. Cameron stared down at my, no doubt, red face. But then, his cheek twitched. And he doubled over with laughter.

"Woah, so now were at it with the dirty jokes, huh?" he managed to say, tears streaming down his face as his laugh filled the room. I suck in a breath. I couldn't take this shit anymore. I came here to talk to Cameron for the first time, about the dead love of his life and all I get is this...foolish excuse of pop star, cracking childish jokes and not taking me seriously when I'm talking about my dead sister! That is insanely immature.

      "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'll shut up now," Cameron said quickly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and reaching to the side table to smother it out. I cross my arms and rush my words.

       "You were there when my sister died. I hated you after it because I blamed you for her death. If you wouldn't have called her to come to California, she would've still been alive," I say it quietly, not yet to my point but I study Cameron's face which was flickering as if he were having an internal battle with himself.

     "Don't you think I've heard that before? After her death I blamed myself too, there's no need to put salt in the wound ," he muttered. I hold up a finger.

      "I wasn't done yet so hear me out." I pause for a quick second as his face settled into stone again. "I came here to say sorry for that. All I've felt for you was hate after Cassia died and I never took the time to realize that you were probably more broken than I was. You watched her die. She died in your arms seconds after you asked her to marry you. It's not your fault and I'm sorry," I concluded.

     For a second, I thought I finally cracked Cameron Storm. He averted his eyes slowly behind me and just blanked out. I stood there for a whole minute, shifting my feet, until he finally blinked and looked back at me. And then...he smiled.

     "Well thanks for apologizing, sweetheart. I really do hate it when people dislike me. I mean, who could dislike this sexy beast?" and just like that, he was back to his cocky self. I scoff.

     "Yeah okay. Since I got that apology over with, I'm gonna leave." I start to walk around him but he grabs my arm.

       "I want to make it up to you. We can be friends!" he beamed. I furrow my eyebrows.

        "Woah now, I didn't say all tha-"

         "Well I did. So you're invited to my party tomorrow. It's here, and you're welcome to bring any friends of yours with you!" He sent me a big smile, showing off his deep dimples. I roll my eyes and yank my arm free.

        "I'll think about it," I told him and walked out of the room to bump right into Liam who looked down at me with worry painted all over his face.

        "You all right? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?" he asks, placing his hands on my shoulders. I smile halfheartedly and shake my head.

       "No Liam, I'm fine," I mumble. Liam is serious when he says he'll beat someone up. He's gotten into multiple fights for me while I always try to drag him out of them. The last thing I need is a fight today. Liam's eyes soften as they gaze into mine. But then they flicker up and behind me and they darken. I tilt my head and turn. Cameron was standing behind me, watching us curiously with his arms crossed.

     "We were just leaving," said Liam in a low voice. Cameron doesn't say anything to Liam but instead he looks down at me.

      "See ya tomorrow lil Hernandez," he winks just as Hailey pops up from nowhere and wraps her arm around Cameron's waist. He looked slightly annoyed but he kept the smile on his face.

      "Yeah sure," I muttered, hooking my arm with Liam's and spinning us around to walk away. I felt bad for keeping all of this from Liam. I dragged him here with me to not even inform him about what this whole visit was about. But if I tell him about what happened to Cassia, what would he say? Would he feel betrayed that I didn't tell him? Would he ever forgive me?