Broken (Cameron Dallas)

✖Chaper Four✖

Art credit towards: felix0011
September 26, 9:30 AM
💋✖Ashlynn's POV✖💋

I sit in Health Class. Not really paying attention to the film Ms.Ross was showing us on the smart board. I think it was about self esteem, bullies and all that stuff.

I doodle on my page, which was currently a guitar. When I feel a pair of eyes watching me intently. I feel intensity fill my stomach, causing me to re adjust my sitting my position, crossing my legs. Then I feel something hit my shoulder. I glance to my right to see Dawson, Brittany, Zack and Cameron talking.

I bend over and pick up what was a piece of crumpled up paper. I unfold it to see a written message.

Hey slut,
I heard you went to Cameron's house last night. You two cuties! To bad you don't have a chance. Well I have an idea that could increase your chances. Come to my party in two weeks! The dress code is casual and it will be held at my house, starting at 9:00 PM
Hope to see you soon,
Kisses-Brit

Party huh? Ya right... I thought and continue doodling. But Ms.Ross takes my sheet away.

"Excuse me, pay attention miss," She snaps. I just look at the screen, leaning my head on my hand in boredom.

I didn't like these stupid documentaries, they also include things I already know about bullying and what bystanders should do. Non of it was important to me...

I try to pay attention anyways, but that wasn't working out very well. Each time I try to pay attention, the film reminds me of my life. Dawson. Zack. Britanny. Maria. Meghan. Allen. Cameron.

Cameron. I realize that we haven't acknowledge each other at least once today. Was he avoiding me? I guess it's better this way than being beat up by him. Last night enters my mind. How Cameron wasn't being such a... a Cameron. He went from the abusive bad boy Cameron, to the sweet, caring good Cam.

I remember his soft touch on my scarred wrists. The thought caused my wrists to tingle in un comfort. I realize how much I appreciated his presence, his caring presence. He seemed so concerned when ever he seen my cuts. I remember his face when he first discovered them, his face was full of guilt and dismay. Did he actually care for me?

I mentally shake my head, of course not!!! He's been bullying me for four years!!!

The bell rings, interrupting my thoughts. I grab my books and walk out of the room. Today seemed slow, everyone seemed tired and un interested in everything. But I guess most day five's were this way.

I reach my locker, when I see Meghan standing there. To be honest I was pretty surprised.

"What class do you have?" She asks, holding a blue binder in her arms.

"Art, what about you?" I reply with a question.

"Same, I guess we do have a class together!" She exclaims, I tried to match her enthusiasm, but it didn't work out.

We walk together to the art room, I was still confused on why Meghan wanted to be my friend. Was it really just her free will?

As soon as I walk into the room, Dawson glares at me, I sigh.

"Ignore him," Meghan whispers as we take a seat beside each other. We get started on our drawings instantly, we as in Meghan and I. Once again our teacher was late, so everyone else just chilled out, talking to each other, sitting on their phones or even just plain messing around and being stupid.

I notice Meghan staring at my drawings, so I slowly cover them with my arm. "Dude, those are amazing!" She remarks.

I brush a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "Thanks..." I say with a small, weak grin.