Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen

"Hey Leighton." Dylan's voice seems deeper since when I last saw him. He looks down on Cameron, poking his chest out.

"Hey Dylan, what are you doing here?" Cameron clenches my hand tighter, eyeing him down.

"I should ask you the same thing." He turns to Cameron. "Shouldn't you kids be in school?"

I'm about to answer, but Cameron cuts me off. "Who the hell are you, my father?"

"Chill bro, I'm only kidding-"

"I'm not your bro." Cam snaps letting go of my hand.

"Cam.." I grab him by his chest and step in between them. "Let's go, we're next." I start softly pushing him towards the line. I turn back towards Dylan and mouth an apology. He laughs. But it's not just a laugh. It's sort of a mockery. Like Cameron and I are pathetic to him. Or beneath him.

After we get our food, we sit outside under an umbrella'd table. "This jealousy thing with you is just ridiculous..." I say, grabbing a fry.

"He was looking at you like you were some type of meat, Leighton." He explains, hands over arms. He's been tapping his foot for the past 5 minutes, it legitimately makes me want to slap him. "Who is that guy anyway? He looks, like, 25."

I peer away, face burning from embarrassment. "His name is Dylan and he's my friend."

"No friend should look at you like that." He mumbles as his finger traces the top of his burger bun.

"You did at one time."

His eyes dart up at me. The look he gives me makes the hairs on my arms stand up. With all seriousness in his voice, he utters, "I never looked at you as meat, Leighton. I looked at you as a crush, because I like you."

I feel inarticulate. His voice is almost consequential. I stare down at my food prior to dipping a chicken tender in some honey mustard. "I'm not going anywhere." The words I utter weren't even from me. I didn't even think before I spoke. I gape at Cameron, eyes tremendously vast.

He sighs and slides towards me. Leaning his head on my shoulder, he pronounces, "I'm sorry, I just don't like the thought of losing you to some-"

"You're not losing me, Cam. Like I said, I'm not going anywhere." This time I seem to say it with more confidence. I intertwine our hands and kiss his head. "He's a good guy, you should apologize."

"Don't push it." He sits his head up and examines me. I laugh and rub the top of his hand with my thumb.

"Okay okay, but you owe me for embarrassing us in line..." He slightly looks away from me while biting down on his lip.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." I smile and rub his back. We finish eating and start walking back to his car. Cameron's hands wrap around my waist as he buries his head in my neck, kissing it softly.

I smile and reach for the door handle. "Wait wait." He mumbles lowly. He opens the back seat door and smiles.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it up to you." A devilish smile appears on his face while he pulls me in. He closes the door behind me and pats his legs. "Come here." He begs like a child, a smile widely slathered on his face. I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. He looks up at me and licks his lips seductively. I can't help but smile and run my fingers through his hair.

He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. I smile and kiss him gently. He removes hair from my neck and makes a trail of kisses to my collarbone. I tilt my head back and focus on the feeling of his lips.

I slide off of his lap and lean back. I pull on his shirt, my lips connecting to his. Our lips move in sync as he slightly grinds against me. He starts kissing my cheek, then my jawline, then ... my phone rings?

Cameron moans in his kiss. "Don't answer it."

I laugh and dig through my pocket for my phone. I see an unknown number with an Indiana area code. I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" At first, there's silence and a bit of crackling, like they're calling from a pay phone. "Helloooo?"

"God I haven't heard your voice in so long."

I arch my eyebrows, unfamiliar with who this is. But then I remember. Even his voice makes me nauseous. I feel tears burn my eyes as I struggle to get up. I can't breathe. And it's a legitimate suffocation. Cameron keeps asking me what's wrong, but I can't tell him. I can't speak.

I nearly trip out of the car as I try to regain balance. I end up falling to floor as tears stream down my face. I struggle for air as I hear him laugh.

"Baby, I'm here. It's okay..." His voice is rough, and drunk.

I rock back and forth, as the only thing I can actually think of slips out of my mouth.

"Dad?"
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A/N: Uh oh😳