Fuck (Cameron Boyce)

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You sat down on your seat feeling overly stressed like you did every Wednesday morning. Cameron sat down next to you and said hello but you only mumbled something close enough to an hello.

"(y/n) are you ok?" He asked and you shrugged not sure what to say or at least how much. The class began and you both continued to sit quiet not talking for the rest of the day. You liked Cameron, he was always nice to you unlike the rest of the soccer team. Since you first transferred things had gotten better and the bullying had stopped, for the most part. The first year was the worst, you had no friends and no one to talk to but now and then Cameron would sit next to you in the cafeteria. Usually you didn't say much and neither did he but you liked it that way. It was just peaceful.

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As you walked home you heard a familiar voice screaming your name. "(y/l/n) you shouldn't be out on these streets alone" The male voice said but you ignored it knowing that nothing ever happened in this town. "It would be a shame if someone took advantage of a young woman like you" He continued when you didn't answer the first time.

"Leave me alone!" You yelled and started to walk faster but a hand grabbed your arm and turned you around. "Brandon" You said with anger in your voice. Brandon was the captain of the soccer team and the biggest bully of them all, he was the one who started everything.

"Haven't you missed me?" He asked when he saw your face expression. He had a smug smile on his lips as he started to drag you with him.

"Let me go!" You screamed trying to get out of his hard grep.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, we're just going to have some fun" He said and tightened his grip around your arm. "Well at least the team will" He smirked and you tried harder to break away.

You woke up outside your house without any clothes the next morning, you didn't remember last night and you were happy about that. Front door locked. You walked around to the back door when you saw your whole class standing on your lan. The moment they saw you they all started laughing and you ran the fastest you could to the back door. When you finally got inside you started sobbing your eyes out.

You stayed home from school the next day without getting yesterday's disaster out of your head. Turns out people filmed you and now it was all over the internet. Since you got so many massages about the videos you hadn't notice Cameron's massage.
'Hey I'm sorry for everything that happen to you, are you ok?' He wrote the night before.

'Are you serious, no I'm not fucking ok' was all you could respond. You threw your phone away in your bed not interested in anything he'd say. You didn't realize what time it was until someone knocked on the door. You thought about ignoring it but the person knocked once more making you think it'd be something important.

"You never answered my text, I was worried" Cameron said as you opened the door. Before you had the chance to slam it shut he walked in between.

"Get out!" You said only thinking about the humiliation when you saw his stupid face.

"(y/n) please! Don't do this, I didn't do anything"
He begged you but you were to stubborn to believe him. As you began to close the door he whispered something that made you remember everything from that awful night. "I saved you" He whispered and you opened the door welcoming him in. You walked over to the couch and he followed. He gently put a hand on your arm and you wasn't sure wether to let it be or remove it form you body. "I'm sorry" He then said almost tearing up.

"Don't be, It's not you're fault" You said trying to hold your tears in for dear life.

"Brandon and his guys are in juvenile now, we got the news this morning" Cameron said. You couldn't hold your tears in any longer and started sobbing in front of him. "Hey it's okey, you're safe now" He said and wiped away one of your tears. "I should go"
He then continued when you'd clam down a bit.

"Yeah" You mumbled and walked up to the door.

"Are you coming to school tomorrow" He asked before he left.

"No" You said knowing that you'd never go back to that hell hole.

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