Broken (Cameron Dallas)

✖Chapter Three✖

💋✖Ashlynn's POV✖💋
September 25, 4:46 PM

"Thank you so much for letting her stay the night, it means alot," I thank Mrs.Darlene.

"Of course deary, we can have Maria here as long as you need," Mrs.Darlene smiles warmly. I return the gesture, and turn around. When I was just about to leave Maria runs over and hugs me tightly.

"I'll pick you up later tomorrow," I promised. She nods against my cheek then pulls away.

"See you later," I wave while Mrs.Darlene takes Maria's hand and guides her down the hall.

I step out of the building, the cool night air soaking my pale skin. I shiver slightly and zip up my leather jacket. I had to walk to Cameron's house, since my "dad" wouldn't let me take a vehicle if I was going to be out late. He probably just wanted me to freeze to death.

I walk along the sidewalk, hoping that I was heading in the right direction. You may be wondering how I know where Cameron lives. Actually, we used to be neighbours. That is until my mom passed away and my step dad made us move.

I recognize my old house instantly, it was still in good shape. It was a small one story home, two bed rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. Then beside it was a bigger two story house, Cameron's house. I've never been in it though.

Taking a deep breathe, I knock on the door, slightly hoping no one was home. But of course some one was. And that some one was none other than Cameron himself. He opens the door with a blank face, his emotions right now were unreadable. If he even has any other emotions than anger and hostility.

"Come in," he mutters quietly, stepping aside so I could walk in. I walk past him and enter his house, as soon as he shut the door behind me the atmosphere in the room changed. I felt as if these were my last minutes on Earth. I felt as i I was being hunted, a feeling I normally get when I'm alone with one of the guys. Or are we alone?

As if Cameron read my mind he quietly comments, "It's just us tonight." What does he mean by that? Does he mean that I will probably be coming to his house more often? I guess there is absolutely no chance he'll come to mine.

I follow him upstairs in silence, not really wanting to start a conversation. He leads me into a decently sized room, that had a bed, a desk, a dresser and a closet. Probably his room by the looks of it. He sits down on his rolling chair by his desk, I just stand in the entrance taking in the setting of his room.

"Are you gonna come in?" He questions gruffly. I bite my lip and walk in and sit on the end of his bed. I take off my bag and pull out my social binder in silence. I notice Cameron was watching my every move, concerning me. I flip through the pages in my binder until I come to the work sheet.

"Sooo..." I say awkwardly, getting Cameron's attention, "which country our we doing?" He just spins around in his chair staring at the ceiling.

"Doesn't matter to me," He answers with a shrug. I quietly sigh and look at our choices, none of them stood out for me.

"How about Canada," He suggests suddenly. I look over at him.

"Why Canada?" I ask holding my gaze on him. He starts throwing a small, red foam ball into the air and catching it.

"Just 'cause," he answers simply, "I have a friend from Canada."

Curiosity comes over me, so I re adjust my sitting position on his bed, and wait for him to continue. Listening intently, "Keep talking."

He finally looks over at me, then shrugs. "I went to this event and I met him, his name is Shawn," he explains, not really seeing anything interesting about it.