Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Two

A/N: Guys I am so tired! But here's the story .
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I walk downstairs and see my mom, brother, and Cameron eating at the table. Cameron makes a joke that's so funny to my mom, but not to Collin. I scrunch my eyebrows down, confused.

"Am I in the right house...?" I swivel my body halfway around before turning back.

"Morning, Leighton." My mom hasn't looked this happy since my dad was sane. Or when I was a child.

I look at Cameron confused, then at Collin for some answers. He shakes his head and shrugs, unknowingly. "Cameron, time to go to school ..." I convince, faking a smile.

He agrees and gets up, hugs my mom, gives my brother a weird handshake, then straddles over to me, confidently. "You gonna eat first babe?"

"Not hungry." I say at loud, then I whisper close to him, "What the hell? How'd you get my mom to laugh...?" I murmur this close to his collarbone, while eyeing down my mom.

"You don't have to go to school, Leighton." Oh hell no, he probably gave her some drugs or some shit. We all know he'd probably do something that insane.

"It's okay, mom, I think I have a test today anyways." I pull on Cameron's sleeve and start towards the door.

"Ah, why are you so rough this morning?" When we step outside, I let go of him as he steps in front of me with a devilish smirk. "You know how I like it huh?"

I laugh and push him. "You managed to charm the pants off of my mom, what'd you give her?"

He arches his eyebrows as his arm slings around my neck. "Moms love me Leighton." He explains to me before kissing my cheek. Then he proclaims happily, "You love me." A smile slides on my face as I peer at his expression. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy.

"Okay lover boy, did you stay the night?"

"Your mom woke me up when she found out I was with you. She was a bit mad but I explained everything and she let me stay in the guest room downstairs. Your brother gave me some clothes." I thought that shirt looked familiar..

I drive us to school and we go to the cafe, because I actually was kind of hungry. I bump into Carter there. "Hey! Hey look there's Carter." I pull on Cameron's arm. "Carter!" I shout her name and she turns around, before smiling and walking towards us.

Cameron lets go of my hand quickly and wipes his face with it. I furrow my eyebrows at him as Carter comes up to us. "Hey Leighton." I greet her back. She moves her head and stares past me. "Hey Cameron.."

He nods his head her way before looking into the distance. Well that was rude.

Carter looks back at me, starting a conversation. "Where were you yesterday, I had some news! But I couldn't find you." She frowns.

"I had to take care of some things at home." I lie. "But what's the news?"

"Taylor and I! We're like ... a thing." She smiles ecstatically.

I hug her and smile. "Oh congrats! I need to hear everything about-"

"Taylor Caniff?" Cameron's voice interrupts from behind me.

"Yes?" She replies, with an edge.

"Are you se-" He shakes his head and walks off quickly, fists tightening then loosening.

I stare at him for about 10 seconds before looking at Carter, who's face is as red as a tomato. "What was that about?" She bites her nail again and glares away mumbling things. "Carter!" She snaps her head to me with wide eyes.

I hear yells from outside of the cafeteria. I stare as people start rushing in one direction. I glare at Carter before pacing out of the cafe. I see a hurdle of people with phones or iPods. I catch sight of Annabelle and Nash over the crowd and hear Annabelle screaming things. I push past the people and see Nash pulling at Cameron, who's pounding Taylor's face with every punch he swings.

"Hey!" I scream without thinking and jump into the fight. Annabelle pulls at my arm but I'm too busy jerking Cameron with Nash. In one swift action, Nash pulls Cameron's arm, I try holding it, and Cameron wiggles loose as his fist knocks my eye.

Everyone goes quite as I hold my eye, tearing up. Cameron's face goes from aggressive to soft as he stares down at me. "I'm so sorry Leighton." He cries, reaching for me, but reaction to my dad, I scramble away. Annabelle helps me up and wraps her arms around me.

Cameron pushes Nash off of him and starts following after me and Annabelle, who now make our way to the clinic. "Leighton, are you okay, I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Dallas." We hear a deep voice call out from behind us. All of us turn around to see the principal standing there with his hands on his hips. Cameron glances back at me before he continues about how he's sorry and he has to make sure I'm okay, but the principal starts towards him. "Let's go Cameron." He demands in a softer tone. Annabelle starts pulling me towards the clinic again. I look back and see Cameron teary eyed, guilt and misery in his face. It's like the universe is pulling us apart. This is our last moment together and we aren't even happy.

Annabelle connects a pack of ice to my eye and holds it there. "Why'd you jump into the fight?" She inquires, rubbing my arm like I've just experienced some traumatic event. My dad's hit me before, and I'm not going to lie, being punched by Cameron sort of knocked me back into my Indiana days when my dad would come home too drunk to even stand.

"He was pounding Taylor's face in, I couldn't just sit there and tell him to stop like he'd actually listen to me or something." I don't really know how to react, to be honest. I'm pissed. My boyfriend punched me in my eye but it wasn't on purpose. But how am I supposed to feel about that? Would he ever hit me on purpose? "Besides, look at Taylor's face, you should go help him before you come to me." I change the topic to feel less stress and attention.

As soon as I say his name, Taylor walks through the door with his head down and two paper towels stuffed up his nostrils, Carter trailing steadily behind. She stops when she sees me. I don't want to talk to her, so I lay hand on Taylor's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

He glances at me and fakes a smile before sitting down. "Yeah." He lies.

"I'm sorry Taylor ..." I don't know why I'm apologizing. Well, yes my boyfriend is a bit psychotic, but this obviously has something to do with Carter, and she's just not telling me.

"It's not your fault, Leighton. Cameron has a bit of an anger issue, it's not like I didn't know." Taylor explains, grabbing my hand. Nash walks in with a hand running through his hair, and Taylor slips his hand away.

"Cameron's probably going to get suspended .... or expelled."

"What?" I inquire without thinking.

"They said due to all of his past penalties, he might be expelled. If not, he'll definitely be suspended for a good two weeks, maybe more." Nash states. He walks up to me and lifts my chin up with his finger. "How's your eye?"

I slowly swat him away. "Take care of Taylor I'll be fine." Nash and Annabelle check Taylor out as Carter slips past them and walks up to me. I roll my eyes and push past her, but she bounces back quickly.

"Leighton, I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" I turn around on my heels swiftly. She looks down guiltily, and I scuff at her. "Exactly. You can't even tell me." I walk away before she can catch up and roam the empty halls, giving my mind space to think.

Maybe Dylan predicted it. Or jinxed it or something. Cameron hasn't hurt me. He's never even laid a hand on me. But it wasn't on purpose. What am I supposed to tell my mom? And Collin? He'll freak and go ballistic. And Cameron's record? I don't want to end up dating somebody like my dad. You know how bad that would be? Being in love with another psychopath who loves to get high and fuck things up.

It's like the world doesn't want us to be together. Every time something good happens, the universe and the stars and everything in the galaxy just denies us from being content. And I don't want to live like that. I don't know what love is, but I think I got a bit of a clue. I just don't want anyone or anything tearing that away from me ...