~Jess's POV
Shit.
I climbed back inside the bathroom to be faced with the one I was trying to get away from.
"Well? I'm waiting for a fucking explanation!" He shouted.
"Cameron! I-uh-I saw a-uh" He cut me off.
"Stop lying! Get your ass over here!" he shouted.
I immediately ran over to his side afraid of the consequences if I didn't. He grabbed my hand roughly and dragged me to the table we were sitting at.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled under my breath.
He sighed. "You're just sorry you got caught. Next time you try and leave without permission there will be fucking consequences."
I just nodded. After we finished eating he picked up our trash and grabbed my hand to walk to the car.
We got in the car and we were off to god knows where. "Uh Cam?"
"Yes?" He turned and looked at me quickly then back at the road.
"Wh-where are we going?"
"We're going to my house obviously." He said it as if it was something I should've known.
The drive to his house was awkward to say the least.
"When we get to my house, you follow me everywhere okay?"
" Even into the bathroom?" I ask.
"No. But if you try and leave when I'm in there. I swear to god-"
"Okay! I won't. I promise." I quickly said.
Once we got to his house he immediately walked over to my side, opening the door for me.
"Don't acknowledge my mother if she talks to you, okay?" I nod not wanting to cause an argument.
We walked to the front door and I waited for him to open the door. As soon as he did he put his hand on the small of my back and gently pushed me inside.
"Come on let's go upstairs." He continued pushing me up the stairs to where I'm guessing his room is.
Once we got to his room he lead me in and walked to his dresser. He quickly peeled off his shirt. I couldn't help but stare as he walked around his room half naked.
I've seen guys shirtless before but he was just. On a whole new level. The way his back muscles flexed when he was searching his drawers for a new one.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." I can see the smirk planted on his face.
I just rolled my eyes. "Rather not."
He just chuckled.
"Have you ever been with a guy before?"
I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "Of course. Why?"
"No. I mean in a sexual way."
I just laughed. "Yes. Why?"
Before I knew it his lips were on mine. I kissed back not necessarily wanting to stop. Yes I know how bad this is, but I can't stop myself.
He quickly took his shirt off, as did I.
I'm sure you know where this lead to.
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Frightened (Cameron Dallas)
Teen Fictionfright·ened ˈfrītnd/ adjective adjective: frightened 1.afraid or anxious. "a frightened child"
