Just A Guy (Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Cameron's POV

Lizzie just went into the operating room, the doctors said it would take about 4 hours.

Great.

What am I suppose to do for 4 hours while my best friend and the love of my life are getting cut open?

Whoa what?

Did I just call Lizzie the love of my life?

What if she is?

"Cameron!"
I got startled.
"What?"
"You weren't answering me." Jamie says.
"Sorry what was your question?"
"Since its a 4 hour operation instead of wasting away do you want to get a burger or something?"
"Sure I would love a hamburger." (A/N more like Camburger! Okay I'm stopping now)

We drive to the nearest In and Out.

God I'm hungry.

We walk in and I order two regular hamburgers.

We get our food and before I eat I pray. (A/N I had to add this ever since that photo was posted)

Only an hour went by.

"Let's go to the mall!" Jamie suggested.
"I'll go." Nash said. "Cam?"
"Can you guys drop me off at the hospital? I just want to wait."
They both nodded and we got into the car.

They dropped my off and drove off to the mall. I went in and sat in the waiting room.

There was barely anyone here.

An older guy sleep, a middle aged woman fixing her make up with two kids on their iPhones. Like are you serious? I swear they are like 10 and they got iPhones.

Then there was a taller guy with red hair reading a magazine.

Then I realized who it was.

It was Lucas.

"What the fuck." I whispered under my breath.

I walk over to him.

"What are you doing here Lucas? I thought you weren't allow to come back? "
He puts the magazine down.
"I think I have a right to see my sister."
"And I think that ship sailed a long time ago. I also think that you should leave."
He stood up.
"Yeah? Who's gonna make me?"
"Well me or security."
I nod my head to the two policemen by the front desk.
"You know I'll just leave."
"You do that Lucas."
"You can take care of that used up piece of trash."

That was the last straw.

I turned around and pushed him down on the ground.

I rolled him to his back and started violently punching him in the face.

Harder.
Harder.

All my range was being taken out.

Then I was being pulled off.

"Sir we are going to need to calm down!" The police guard said as he sat me down.

Nurses was attending to Lucas.

"He doesn't deserve it." I whisper under my breath.

The policeman nodded for a nurse to come help me.

The nurse, policemen, and I walked to a room and got my swollen bloody hand cleaned up.

I felt so good.

So, relieved.