Song of the Chapter: Demi Lovato - Made In The USA
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I was working on my next project, too engrossed in it. My small office was quiet, which was rare. The office was always at least a bit noisy, since that noise seeped in from the outside. Whether it was a woman's heels clicking nearby that sounded very distant, or the vague beeping of the communal printer, there was always a bit of noise. Not too much to be disturbed, though.
Today was quiet though, which a breathed a sigh of relief to. It's been two weeks since Cameron started his exams, and he was finishing them today. I've rarely seen him during that time, afraid of being a distraction. He has been messaging me quite often, though. I kept telling him to study, but he doesn't listen, like always.
I told him to not come over for the duration of his exams, and he was reluctant at first, but he complied. He was scowling when he agreed, and his face reminded me of a five year old kid's face when he doesn't get his candy. It was adorable.
I was still busy with work when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up to see Ash, smiling. I smiled at her when our eyes met.
"I'm so busy Ash," I
said and looked down at my computer. She walked over to me.
"I know, you
workaholic bitch. You need a break," she said. I huffed in playful annoyance. I
suddenly felt a pair of hands grabbing my forearm, tugging me away from my
desk. I fell from my chair to the floor at the unexpected pull. I glared at Ash
as I stood up, her face red from holding in her laugh.
"You could've heave
just told me to get up, you know," I told her, still glaring. She was about to
say something, but then she burst out in laughter. She held her knees while she
laughed her guts out. I stood there and crossed my arms.
"Dude, chillax. It's
Friday!" She exclaimed when she calmed down. I shook my head and walked out of
my office.
"I know. That was no
reason to pull me towards the floor, though. Why is the office so quiet today?"
I queried once I walked out of my office, Ash trailing behind me. I looked over
to see a few of my colleagues clicking away on their computers. I guess the
others where on lunch break.
"I think Mr Mason
gave everyone a bit more work than usual. Even I got more workload than usual,"
Ash whined next to me. I shrugged as we walked towards the cafe.
"I got the same
amount of work as usual, though. But I always get more work than the rest of
everyone else," I said. It was true, though. I always get more work than the
rest. That doesn't mean I'm special, though. It got exhausting by the second
time around.
"Or it's because you're
fucking the boss' son," Ash said. I turned and around and glared at her. She
raised her hands in defence as she squealed under her breath. I turned around
and resumed my trail.
"That's an unfair
thing for you to say, Ash. If I said that to you, you wouldn't speak to me for
years," I said. She came up beside me.
"Well, yeah. But I
was just kidding, Max," she said delightedly. I rolled my eyes and entered the
café. I ordered the same thing and sat
down with ash. Suddenly, Chris came up behind Ash and blocked her eyes with his
hands. He smiled at me and mouthed and me to keep quiet. I chuckled and nodded.
"Max, who is it?"
Ash asked me. I kept quiet, following Chris' orders.
"Hmm, with these
huge hands that smell like old man's feet and cheap cigarettes, it's Chris!"
She exclaimed. Chris immediately pulled his hands away and smelled his hands,
his face contorted into a disgusted expression.
"My hands don't
smell like that. They smell like freshly printed paper and cologne," Chris
complained. I laughed at them both.
"I just said that to
make you take your hands of my face. But come to think of it..." Ash trailed off,
a wicked smile on her face. Chris huffed in annoyance and pouted.
"I'm just kidding,"
Ash said, laughing. I rolled my eyes.
"Ash, April fools
was a month ago," I informed. Chris grabbed the chair beside her and sat.
"I know," she said.
I shrugged and continued with my sandwich. They started cuddling and leaning on
to each other like the adorable couple that they are. Problem is, there was
another person in the room. They kept kissing and whispering in each other's
ears. Thank fuck I didn't hear any of it, otherwise my lunch would've made a
reappearance from my stomach.
I coughed loudly,
now feeling uncomfortable with being the third wheel. That didn't disturb them
from they're cloud 109 moment. They kept showing their PDA, vaguely aware that
I was in the room. I coughed again, but to no avail. I rolled my eyes and stood
up from the table, finally having had enough from their disgustingly romantic
displays of affection. They didn't even notice as I walked out of the café!
I was walking from
the café to my office, ready to resume my work way before the lunch even ended,
when I the felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and turned, confused as to
who that would be. I was stunned as I saw who was standing in front of me. it
was Christian.
"Hey," he said with
his ever-present smile. I smiled softly, still shocked that he would even
acknowledge my present.
"H-hey," I said. His
smile increased as he looked at me with his painfully blue eyes. His hair was
gelled and he was wearing a navy coloured suit. He looked handsome, as always.
"What are you doing
here?" I asked.
"I was called in to
discuss some important issues with Paul. I just figured that you would be in or
something," he said.
"Cool," I said. I
hate that I was at a loss for words or anything to talk about with him. I'm
such a bad friend. He glanced over his shoulder for a second before he looked
at me.
"Uhm, do you want to
grab lunch somewhere outside? You know, those terribly cold hotdogs on the
hotdog stands with cheesy slogans?" he said jokingly. I laughed a little and
nodded.
"I would love that,"
I said.
*** *** ***
"This hotdog is
terrible!" Christian exclaimed after he took a bite of the hotdog we got from
the hotdog stand. We were walking in a small park, which was filled with people
in this lunch hour. I looked at him quizzically as he took yet another bite of
the hotdog. I refused to get one, since I was already full from my sandwich.
"So why don't you
throw it away?" I asked him. He ate his bite before he responded.
"I am WAY too hungry
to throw this away," he said. I scoffed at him.
"You could go to the
most expensive sushi bar in the city, yet you choose to eat from a hotdog
stand? I'm beginning to question your logic," I said. Now it was his turn to
scoff.
"You know, I miss
eating at a place where I pay less than seven dollars for a meal. And the most
expensive sushi bar is fully booked for a Friday afternoon, if you must know,"
he said, a half smile on his face. I laughed then, the expression on his face
too funny not too. He looked at me, puzzled.
"What?" he asked. I
laughed at him more, before I calmed down.
"The look on your
face. You look SO British!" I exclaimed. I laughed again uncontrollably. He
grinned at me and began to walk. I walked with him.
"My mother is
British, so I can see what resemblance you're talking about," he said. I
finally managed to calm down for a second time, but the smile didn't want to go
away.
"Really?" I asked.
Well, that was new.
"Yeah," he said. "She moved to Chicago
when she was nineteen. Ten years later, she met my father and that how I came
to be," he said.
"Oh, that's cool. I
wanna visit Britain someday," I said, adding the last part as an afterthought.
"Trust me, we will,"
he said. I smiled for a while, until I realised that he said 'we'. We walked
silence while I was panicking at the thought that maybe he still wants to be
more than friends again.
"And as friends.
With Cameron's permission, of course," he said. I breathed a silent sigh of
relief as though words came out of his mouth.
"Uhm, okay," I said.
"So, how have you and
Cameron been?" he asked curiously. I
glanced at him to an expectant look on his face.
"We're okay. Everything's
cool. I mean, we haven't gotten into fights or anything, which is a miracle
with a guy like him," I said. He laughed and shook his head.
"I know, I know. but
y'all are cute together though," he said. I blushed as he said that, and I
turned my face in the opposite direction.
"Thanks," I said.
We walked in silence
for a few minutes before I checked the time. It has been fifteen minutes since
my lunch break ended. And...
Oh Shit.
I saw fifteen missed
calls and ten text messages from Cameron.
I opened one and
immediately wanted to close it.
Cameron: WHERE ARE YOU? IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR THIRTY MINUTES!
It was filled with
various emoji's, ranging from angry to tired.
Fuck!
"Christian, I need
to get back to the office. I'm already fifteen minutes late," I said, hurriedly
walking. He started walking at the same pace as I.
"Then I'll go with
you. I'll just tell Mr Mason that I was keeping you from work," he said. I sighed.
If only he knew what the real problem was.
"Don't you have work
to do or something?" I asked. He grinned.
"No, I'm completely
free this weekend," he said.
"Uhm, okay. But
today was fun. I enjoyed it. No I really have to go, and you don't have to come
with me," I said. He shrugged.
"But I want to," he
said. I groaned frustratedly.
"Fine," I said.
*** *** ***
I walked in to the
reception of the office, with Christian walking right behind me. I turned to
him once I entered. He looked surprised by the sudden halt.
"Thanks for walking
me here, Christian," I said. He smiled as he looked down at me.
"It's no problem,
really," he said.
"Max?" I heard a
voice call out behind me. I turned to see Cameron standing there, his face
showing confusion. He looked good, as always.
"H-hey, Cameron," I
stuttered. I was trying to come up with an excuse as to why I didn't answer his
phone calls and texts. He glanced behind me and saw Christian, and an immediate
smile spread across his face. I gave him a confused look as he walked to
Christian. Then they done the most unexpected thing ever.
They hugged.
I knew that they
were quite close, and their bromance was apparent, but I thought Cameron would
be angry at Christian and at me once he saw us walking through the door
together. That maybe he'd throw a jealous rage or something. Not hug him. I guess he was more mature than
I gave him credit for.
"'Sup, bro?" Cameron
said while hugging Christian. They separated ad stood close to each there.
"Never been better,
and you?" he asked. Cameron shrugged.
"Same," he said.
Christian then looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey, I'm going to
catch y'all later, okay?" He said gleefully. I smiled and nodded while Cameron
said goodbye. Their little exchange was baffling to me, and I should be feeling
a little jealous but I wasn't. All I felt was relief.
Christian walked out
of the glass doors, leaving Cameron and I alone. Cameron turned to me, his face
quite serious.
"Why weren't you
answering my texts and calls?" he interrogated.
"My phone was on
silent, so I didn't hear it," I told him. It was the truth, yet he narrowed his
eyes, looking at me warily.
"Oh, really?" He
said darkly. I gave him an amused look, knowing that he was looking for
something that wasn't there.
"Cameron, stop
asking me if there's more to my absence. This isn't an episode of Cheaters," I
retorted, rolling my eyes. He huffed and I started walking to my office, him
walking behind me. We got to my office and Cameron sat on the seat opposite me
while I sat on mine.
"Okay, okay. I'm
sorry. But I must admit that it did look shady," Cameron said, a smirk
lingering on his face. I leaned in on my seat, suddenly caught by him thinking
that it was shady.
"Shady, huh?" I
questioned.
"Well, you're like
thirty minutes late from lunch and you come walking in on Christian. What would
you think if you were in my place?" he retorted. I must admit, he did have a
point on that. I would probably call in private investigators and the army if I
have to if I suspected that he was cheating. Well, maybe not that extreme, but
you get the point.
"Your jealousy's
showing again," I said. He chuckled.
"And what is up with
you and Christian, y'all best buddies now?" I quizzed. His smirk grew wider.
"Well, yeah. Now
who's the one with jealous tendencies?" He patronized. I scoffed at him.
"I'm not jealous," I
said. He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Anyway, I
just came to ask you if you would like to go somewhere with me tonight," he
declared. I shot him a dark look.
"Where? And don't
tell me that it's a surprise because the last time that happened I looked like
trash," I warned. He looked amused by my tone.
"Chill. It's at a
club downtown, so you can look as trashy as you want," he mused. Now it was my
turn to narrow my eyes.
"My clothes aren't trashy at all. Just casual. And why are we going there?" I asked.
"To celebrate the end of my finals," he said. I raised both of my eyebrows in surprise. I completely forgot that he just wrote his last paper while I was too caught up with Christian. I'm a bad boyfriend.
"Oh. How were they, by the way?" I asked. Cameron shrugged nonchalantly.
"They were challenging, but I think I passed them all. The results come out next week Monday," he said. I smiled at him.
"It's great that you're very sure about your grades. You know where to find me if you fail," I joked. He scoffed, yet the amusement never left his eyes.
"Let's just hope we don't sleep together again after we go to the club," he shot back. I glared at him.
"Prick," I grumbled under my breathe. He laughed at that.
"Ha! That's what I thought."
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Once again, Wattpad has fucked up my chapters, and I'm too tired to fix them, to be honest. Wattpad should fix this!!
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Damien