Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen

"Hello?"

"Dylan?" What am I doing? Why am I calling him? He's probably busy, I should just hang up now. Act like I didn't mean to call him.

"Leighton?" Shit, I took too long to answer.

"Heeey, what's up?" I'm an idiot. A dumbass. A dumbass idiot.

"Nothing? Are you okay?" He sounds confused and concerned at the same time.

"Yeah .. I was just calling ... to ... uh .." I hear him laugh on the other end. I end up cracking a smile, myself. "What?"

"You make me laugh, Leighton." I smile and feel my cheeks warm up. "What do you need?"

"A friend?"

"I can do that," he urges. "I can be your friend."

It's my turn to laugh. "Wanna meet me somewhere?"

We end up scheduling to meet at the place we first met. The beach. I'm gonna ride my nickel board there, and I guess he's driving. I change into some high waisted shorts, and a black sweater. I slip on my blue vans and grab my mini purse. I head out and start riding down to the beach.
Why am I meeting him like this? Why did I call him out of the blue? It seems like every time Cameron pisses me off, I talk to Dylan. I don't want him to get the idea that I only need him when my relationship's crumbling.
I see him leaned up against a blue jeep. He's wearing black skinny jeans, that ever so slightly hang off of his waist, a white v neck, and black vans.

"Hey!" I shout, grabbing his attention. He pops his head up and looks around. I hop off my board and walk to him.

"Hey." His deep voice bellows. He stretches his arms out for a hug, taking my body in his. He smells like Axe. A looot of Axe. I grip his shirt to keep from coughing. He pulls away with a smile but frowns when he sees my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you're cologne ... you smell good." I change my mind, because that would've been rude.

"Sorry, my mom insists that I smell good." That doesn't bother her lungs?

"It's okay." I reassuringly reply. "So did you bring your board?"

He reaches in the back of his car and I catch a glimpse of his v-line. I feel like someone just punched me in the stomach. I bite my lip and look away, nervously.

"Here it is." I smile, now tapping my foot to keep myself from bursting into a million little pieces. "Ready?" I nod and put two feet on my board. I feel so bad, and I know Cameron would hate me for even talking to this guy, let alone hanging out with him.

We ride through all the people and the crowds of families. "So, when did you move here." Dylan asks, riding up on the side of me.

"Early summer." I inform him, wind blowing some hair in my face. "Like, right before school started."

"Why?"

Because my dad's an ass. "My mom thought ... moving here would be better for her. For us." I correct myself because I can't lie about that part.

"What about you? How long have you been here?"

"Too long." He blandly states. "I moved here when I was 9. Don't get me wrong, I like it here, but it's not home."

"Now that I can agree on." I mumble, pushing my foot against the concrete to keep going. We've gone off track and now we're skating down an empty road with few people, but I don't tell Dylan that. "Where are you from?"

"New York." I nearly trip and bust my shit on the concrete. He stops his board and turns half of his body around to look at me. "What?"

"I've always wanted to go there, Dylan! New York is like a dream to me."

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. "Well maybe we can go there some day." He doesn't say you, or me, he says we, which makes me feel like someone just stabbed me in my stomach. We. As in us. I can't fathom why it's such a big deal to me, but it is. "You alright?" He hops off his board and walks towards me. I feel myself fall, but end up clinging on to his arms. "Whoa, hey, Leighton..." I feel sick. This isn't right. What's wrong with me?

Imagines of Cameron flash through my head. I feel the taste of his lips, and his deep voice. "I don't think you know how beautiful you really are." I hear his voice proclaim. Stop it, Leighton. Get it together. You're fine. You're fine.

Street lights. I see street lights. And cars? I think. A guitar? I shoot my head up and see we're behind a car, red brake lights on. A song is playing on the radio. That's the guitar I heard. I look over and see Dylan in the drivers seat.

"You're okay," he touches my arm to calm me down.

"What happened?" My voice is raspy.
"You sort of ... I don't know, passed out I guess? I was going to take you to my house, but I guess you're okay? Are-are you okay?"

I nod and rub my temple. I hear him chuckle, and I look over at him. "What? What's so funny?"

"It seems like every time I'm with you, you're always hurt." That's sadly true, and I hate it.

After telling him my address, I stay silent for the rest of the ride. I occasionally look over to Dylan, to look at him. I know he knows I'm looking at him, he just doesn't stare back.

We pull up to my house and I unbuckle my seatbelt. "Thanks..." I mumble, still a little unstable.

"Do you need anything, Leighton?" He emphasizes the anything, catching my attention.

"No, thanks Dylan." Before he can reply, I exit the car. I walk inside and see my brother in the living room, feet on the table in front of him.

"Where've you been? Mom's out with pizza." He inquires, chips crunching between his teeth.

"I'm going to take a nap..."

"Whoa, you okay?" He asks once I reach the second step of the stairs.
"I'm fine."

Just fine....

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A/N: TYSM FOR OVER 1K READS oh my god you guys are the best. Even if you've only read a couple chapters, I just want to thank you. Ilyasm💕 sorry this chapters weird && short . Ugh school is so horrible ! I can't wait to move ! I'm gonna call my readers ... turtles🐢 my turtles !