Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

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Cameron texts me during fourth hour.

C: Hey meet me by my car after school okay?

I don't want to reply but I force myself to. I know if he looks back at the text and sees that I read it, he'd feel discouraged. I reply and lock my phone, feeling a dry clot in my throat. I try to swallow but it won't budge. I practically choke on my own spit trying to push the clot down. After class, I avoid going to Cameron's car as much as possible. I'm not sure where he parked, but I know his car. I wish I didn't though. I could tell him I can't go or something.

I walk outside with the sun beaming down on me. I squint and look around for Cameron. A boy with brown hair, and a couple blonde streaks in the front, walks up to me. He has a couple tattoos on his right left arm, outlining his muscles. "Are you Leighton?"

"Who are you?" I avoid his question, even though I technically just answered yes.

"I'm Jc. You're waiting for Cameron right?" I nod suspiciously. "He's coming from football, he had to run a couple more laps after practice. He told me to keep an eye on you, if that's okay..." He trails off. He sent someone to watch me? I'm offended yet flattered. I'm not really sure why I'm offended, but I'm just happy he didn't forget about me.

I stand there dumbfounded, not realizing he's done with his sentence. Smiling to play off my stupidity, I say, "Yeah, sure, that's fine." He smiles and leans back on the brick wall of the school, next to the doors. There's an awkward pause before I actually try to start a conversation. "I didn't ... I didn't know he was in football?"

"Oh yeah, he's played on and off for a couple years now. He said he wanted to do something for his last year before college. It looks good on college applications anyway." He informs me. His voice is soft, and calm, I like it.

"What college is he going to?" He runs a struggled hand through his hair and shows his shiny teeth. "He hasn't really ... told anybody. I figured he'd tell you, since you're his girlfriend." He pauses and looks down at me with wide eyes. "You are his girlfriend, right?" I laugh and nod, feeling an eruption of butterflies hatch in my stomach. It's sort of sickening actually. To hear that word. To be claimed. I'm not sure if it's a good sick or a bad sick. I'm not really sure what I feel, I just know it's there. It's a feeling. And it's not going away. Not now. And I fear, not ever.

"My girlfriend would love to meet you." He snatches me from my thoughts. I look at him as he smiles and puts on circular sun glasses. "I feel like you guys would get along well."

I smile up at him, because I love it when guys actually talk about their girlfriends. "Who is she?"

"Lia Johnson. You probably don't know her. I don't know, you just remind me of her in some ways." He chuckles to himself and I smile. "Oh hey, there's Cam."

As soon as he says his name, my head reacts swiftly and jerks up, eyes darting around for him. He's slouching over with a blue gym bag hanging from his shoulder. His hair's a bit sweaty and he's wearing a black muscle tee with blue basketball shorts. One of his black socks is pulled up farther than the other, and he has on black vans with a light brown bottom. Even when he's a mess, he still looks perfect. "Hey guys." He smiles at us. Jc exchanges the hey and they do a weird hand thing. His eyes meet mine and he half smiles. There's an awkward silence lingering over us, even though I feel a strong affection towards him. I quickly jolt my fingers around his neck and kiss him softly. His finger tips lace around my waist and I feel some of the sweat on the back of his neck.