*Cameron POV*
I let out a raging yell as I punch a pillow on my bed. I've been trying my hardest to not break out the massive window overlooking the pool with my desk chair. Why the hell is she still here? Is it not enough that she has to ruin Father's life with her ridiculous spending and infidelities but she must now stick her recently fixed plastic nose in mine? She has been here for a week. That's 4 days longer than she normally is. And it's 4 days too long.
I continue to replay the conversation we just had in my head. ‘Anything Angela wants, you give to her.’ I didn't realize that she actually meant whatever she wanted. A whole week of family outings where I have to play the perfect loving boyfriend lest my poor grandmother bear the brunt of it. It's so insane that I can’t wrap my head around it. This kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life. High
*Faith POV* The school is covered in painted blue signs warning me of the impending doom happening at the end of the half school day. Pep rally day. The day where everyone gets to cram into the gymnasium, scream loudly, and cheer for the cheerleaders and their sultry dance moves. It's great really, I mean who doesn't love to watch Angela prance around like she runs the world. Oh, yeah. Me. I loathe this stupid stuff. What does any of it have to do with life outside of this stuffy place? Berry walks up to me as I stand next to the sign staring at it with all my vehement hate. “If you’re not careful the paint is going to melt right off that sign and onto your shoes.” he jokes and I turn my disgruntled gaze towards him. This jerkface made me run an extra 2 miles today and then made me add extra weights to my reps and I didn't even have Izzy the
*Cameron POV* I close my eyes as Angela presses her body against mine in the janitor's closet. Her wet lips clobbering my own while she forces little moans like it's the best thing she has ever experienced. I groan inwardly trying to tap into the old me, the me who would jump at the chance to be with a beautiful girl in the janitor's closet. Her hot tongue presses on my lips begging for entry and I deny it, kissing her back with full force lips trying to keep this light enough for her to get uninterested. She grabs my hands and places them on her hips forcing me to apply pressure and pull her closer. Reaching around my waist she slides her hands into my back pockets squeezing my buttocks and groaning with delight at what she finds. She can sense my hesitation as she abruptly stops kissing me and reels back to look at me.
*Faith POV* “You ok” Mia asks, stopping just in front of me looking over my face. “I'm good.” She looks me up and down skeptically. And I force a chuckle. “Really I am fine. I've just had a rough day of my own making.” I smile at her honestly. It’s true, this day has sucked, and the majority of it has been because I miss Cameron and Izzy. Now that I've been properly put in my place unknowingly by Cameron I can focus on Izzy and my friends. I take a deep breath and grab her arm. “You and Noah are walking me to the pep rally.” I declare and she smiles brightly. “About Noah.” She looks at me shyly. “Oh I know, you guys are finally official.” I wave her off like it's no big deal waiting for her to explode.
“What do you mean she deserved it?” Mom says trying to remain calm but falling very short. It doesn't help that Mia is feeling zero remorse, not that she should have to in my mind. But it doesn't bode well when the attacker is starting to come off as a psychopath. “Aunt Grace-” Mia says calmly “The principal wants to suspend you!” she shouts, tossing her hands up in defeat. “What great reason do you have for beating up the girlfriend of the richest man in town” “She had it coming,” She says shrugging “Excuse me?” My mom says walking closer her hands perched on her hips. “She attacked Faith first!” Mia says standing up unable to keep her calm demeanor thinking back about what had happened “She called Faith out in fr
*Cameron POV* “He isn’t worth the trouble anyway.” She says looking right at me and quickly retreating down the hall her head held high. I curse her for not having the guts to witness the slice of her words. In all the time we have spent together I hadn't figured her for a coward. Her words hit deep, and I know she knows it. It's why she used those words and turned tail to run so quickly. I rise to my feet before Principal Peters even can call me into his office and follow him wordlessly. I have a seat in the chair across from his desk leaning back and resting my head on the back of the chair. The cool leather connecting with my neck easing the tension in my head. “Cameron.” He starts and I open an eye and look at him.
“Faith” I breathe out content. “Cameron?” she says questioning and I freeze in alarm. Crap. I wasn't altering my voice. I force a strained laugh. “Nope, quit dreaming. It's me, Izzy.” I can hear an audible sigh on her end. “Izzy.” her voice cracks and so does a piece of me hearing it. “I'm not friends with Cameron anymore.” I close my eyes trying to keep my own tears from falling when she begins to softly sob on the other end. “Are you okay with that?” I hesitantly ask her. I can hear her sniffling yet she doesn't respond. “You just nodded your head ‘No’ didn't you?” and she chuckles so softly. “Gah. I feel so stupid. I mean I knew I couldn't date you and be friends w
*Faith POV* I throw the blankets off me quickly, running for the bathroom and jumping in the shower. How did I not see that text until he was like 5 minutes away? I step into the water and squeak as the ice cube temperatures deprive me of the warmth my bed had provided. I grit my teeth and bear the temp just long enough to wash my red puffy face. I can only hope the arctic temperatures will ease the swelling from my tears. Shivering, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me and run to my walk-in closet searching for anything I can toss on. I clearly haven't done my laundry in a couple of days as I search frantically for something, anything to throw on. I groan in frustration. I can hear a chuckle from my room and I freeze. “Don’t get dressed up on my account.” I smile at the sound of his voice. I
The cheers reverberate off the metal stands as I weave my way through the crowds of moving bodies. Everyone is in their own bubbles laughing and chatting loudly. Groups of girls giggling over the guys in their football gear, especially Cameron Davis. Number 36. The star player, the hottest guy in the school, and the person I'm trying like hell to avoid. Now if only my eyes could remember that I need to not stare at him like the hungry wolves on the sideline looking for a fresh piece of meat. Teenage hormones are such a strange thing, there is this magnetic draw to Cameron no matter how hard I try to ignore it. How can I feel exactly the same way for Cameron as I do for Izzy when I know Izzy better. With two minutes left in the game, I sidle up to the fence below the stands wearing an inconspicuous hoodie and baseball cap, wondering if I can figure out which number Izzy is. I know he isn't on the ros