His girl (Cameron Dallas fanfiction)

Fantastic Maths Expensive Engines and Deep Breaths

My second day at school went a little smoother. I snuck off to the library again at lunch and ate my sandwiches in peace. I was already half way through the book I had chosen, which was pretty good considering the size of it. After lunch I went to english which was my favourite subject but the teacher was a tough nut to crack.

Usually, teachers would always love me the most, but Mrs Wilson, dear Mrs Wilson, must have something stuck up her ass because she definitely does not like me.

I stuffed the homework we had already gotten even though it was only the second day in my bag, hurried out of the room and walked off to my next class, biology. With a nervous tummy, I walked into the classroom and took my seat. 'Cam', hadn't arrived yet and although I told myself it would be better if he didn't come, I secretly hoped he would. The bell was just about to ring and butterflies were dancing in my stomach.I heard foot steps coming closer and the sound of the chair next to me, being dragged on the floor. I stared at the desk, avoiding any eye contact and had a silent panick attack inside. I looked at the teacher and tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

I really did try but the words were going in one ear and out the other, all because of the stupid idiot sitting next to me. I wasn't gonna lie, he did smell good. It was a mix of some expensive mens cologne and laundry powder. I did have to stop myself from sniffing his shirt because then I would look like a creep and I wasn't a creep, I just like smelling very attractive boys.

"Okay so whos house are we doing this at?" I heard someone say as I was brung out of my embarrasing thoughts.

"Hello?" They said again.

"Huh, What?" I said, my eyes focusing on the boy that I forgot was sitting next to me.

"I said, whos house are we going to be doing this at?"

Still suprised that a very good looking boy was talking to me, I stared at the sheet of paper he was holding then took it out of his hand. After studying the paper I realised this was our first task. We were going to have to do this together. Shit.

"Uhhhhhh, well," I mumbled nervously.

"Meet me in the front carpark straight after school, don't be late." He said before the bell rung and he was off his seat and out the door.

"Well okay then." I muttered to myself.

My next class was maths which was just fantastic. Who doesn't love a good math class last period? I wasn't bad at maths I just didnt particularly like it. I only did it because I had to. I drifted off to sleep a quarter way into the lesson then was woken up by the teacher, a grumpy old man called Mr Smith, just before the bell rung.

"Excuse me, Miss Penelope, am I boring you too much?"

" No, no I'm listening." I said, my eyelids fluttering open.

"Well then, I was about to say that you may begin packing up." Still half awake, I rubbed my eyes and put my books in my bag. I silently groaned as I remembered I had to meet Cam after school. I wasn't going to back out. I was going to get good grades and a pretty boy wouldn't stop that.

After the bell rung, I walked through the halls and out to the front car park. As soon as I saw him, my stomach dropped and my confidence dissapeared. Every dang time.

He was leant up against a wall, his eyes focused on his phone and his fingers tapping away at the screen. It looked like something straight out of a teen movie. My feet would'nt move and I had to force myself to walk in his direction. As I came closer, I noticed his eye brows were pulled together in frustration and his jaw was clenched. He looked angry, but handsome.

He hadn't noticed me yet, there was still time to get away. As I started to turn around, doubts running through my head, someone yelled out my name.

"Penelope!" the person called.

"Dammit." I mumbled to myself while turning back to Cam.

"Uh, Yeah?"

"Come on, hurry up!" He called over his shoulder, already walking towards into the car park.

"Shit,"I muttered as caught up with him.

"Wait, how do you know my name?" I asked, suddenly intrigued.

"I know some people." He said, a smirk creeping onto his lips when he saw the disturbed look on my face.

"So what do I call you then?" I said cautiously.

"Cameron is good." He said pulling a key from his pocket. I followed him through the carpark, unsure of where we were going. When he lifted the key and beeped the button, I expected the shitty, old car in front of us to beep. Instead he kept walking to a few cars across from where we were. I stood shocked as he opened the door to a shiny, black mercedes.

"Are you coming or not?" He called, already starting the car. Even the hum of the engine sounded expensive.I opened the door then instantly regretted not running away before.

"I dunno if-"I stumbled.

"Just get in the car." He huffed.

Scared to ruin the seats, I sat down as carefully as I could. After clicking in my seatbelt, I rested my hands in my lap and took a deep breath.