Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty

I ended up falling asleep on Cameron's lap. I wake up to Guy Code on the flat screen TV in front of us. I look up at Cameron who bites his nails with a ghost of a smile on his face. He's been stroking my hair and I didn't even notice.

"Hey." I mumble up at him.

He looks down on me and smiles. "Well good morning sunshine." I sit up and look around his still empty house.

"How long have I been sleep?"

"Not long. You did get a lot of texts though." He looks away guilty eyed.

"What?" He doesn't say anything, which scares me.

"I may or may not have read them."

"Cameron!" I reach for my phone, which is on the counter. "Why would you do that?"

"That dick Dylan keeps texting you." He explains this like his reasoning is okay.

"That gives you no right to read my texts!" I unlock my phone as my fingers start moving without my mind knowing. I walk into the kitchen and see Cameron trailing behind me.

"What are you doing?"

"Going home Cam."

"No, Leighton, please. I'm sorry I read your texts, but please don't go."

I text Dylan and ask if he can come pick me up. I don't give him Cameron's exact address because that'd be complete hell on one street. In my other ear, Cameron keeps begging me to stay and how he's sorry. It's not the fact that he read my texts, I don't give two shits about that. But what does going through my texts mean? Does he not trust me? Especially since he met Dylan today.

"Leighton-"

"Okay! Cameron...I'm not mad.." I tell him, putting my hands up. "I'm going to go okay?"

"No, Leighton, please." He begs as his voice goes higher. He's practically whining for me, which is new considering this is one of our 'dumb fights.' I start towards the door and hear Cameron groaning behind me. "I'll call you, okay?" He scuffs, as if he knows I'm lying or something. I roll my eyes and walk out of the door. I walk down the street and get a text from Dylan.

D: Hey I'm on my way, alright?

L: Okay...

About 15 minutes later, I'm in the passenger seat of his car listening to Coldplay softy through the radio. "Thanks for picking me up on short notice..."

"Yeah, no problemo." I smile and look over at him. It takes him a while but he finally stares back at me. "What?" I shake my head, turning and looking out of the window. He chuckles and even his laugh is deep. "Tell me."

"You're such a loser.."

"Hey, no I'm not. I actually have friends." I giggle and see an empty parking lot.

"Pull into there." I demand. He arches his eyebrows and looks into the empty space.

"Why there?"

"Come on, just pull into the parking lot, ya big baby." He makes sharp turn and pulls in. There's an empty building with busted out windows. It has haunted written all over it. I look over at Dylan as he wipes sweat from his palms on his jeans. "Don't be scared, no one's here."

"I'm not scared, you should be scared. I heard about this place. Drug deals gone wrong. Deaths." He starts talking fast, then he turns to me and slightly shakes his hands back and forth, widening his eyes. "Murders."

"I'm not a child, Dylan, I know that's not true." He laughs and leans forward peering up at the building.

"Yeah, but it could be." His deep voice rings from beside me. "So where were you coming from?"

I look down and adjust my jaw. "Uh, Cameron's house..."

"Another fight?" My eyes travel to his. Does he know me so well, he has to say the words I think, before I get them out of my mouth? Is he so used to this unorganized routine of me calling him, practically being a dansel in distress?

"No." I lie and bury my head down, embarrassed.

"You can't let somebody keep hurting you like this, you don't deserve it."

"He's not hurting me!" I intercede. "Couples fight all the time."

"Not happy ones..." It's like he's trying to prove something to me. He's trying to tell me I'm miserable before I even figure it out. I look out the window, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "Look," he sighs. "I'm sorry. I don't wanna tell you how to live your life, or what to do in your relationship, but I don't want you to end up heartbroken or hurt because some douchebag doesn't know how to treat you right."

"I just love it how you're calling my boyfriend a douchebag. Because he's not. Matter of fact, you don't know anything about anything! He and I-" I don't even finish my sentence because after I say this mere letter, a group if hands grab my face and a pair of lips take mine ....

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