cameron blaise was utterly fucked.

and no, it wasn’t that he wasn’t doing well in practice, or even failing his classes.

it was his sister’s best friend, you.

he shouldn’t even be looking your way in the first place. I mean he was the most popular guy at your school, and you were just another girl. to his friends at least.

but to him? you were the reason he never had a girlfriend, never thought of any other girl. it was always only you. and even if he’d never admit it— he was yours.

then, there was a party. it was an after party after another winning streak of the basketball team. you and him had started talking, and well— you ended up in his bedroom.

since then, you had been avoiding him.

6 days to be exact, because cameron kept track. why? hell if he knew.

but in your mindset, it wasn’t because he was your best friend’s brother, or the most popular guy at your school (that’s a lie, because it scared you a little bit). it was the fact that you knew he had hooked up with girls multiple times and never said anything to them afterwards, and you didn’t want for you to end up like one of them.

so you shut him out. just so you didn’t have to feel those feelings.

you’re at the blaises’ house, having a sleepover with your best friend and twin sister of cameron, peyton.

she had already been asleep for hours, but you couldn’t get any sleep. not with him being right across the hallway.

you walked out of peyton’s room and went to the restroom.

you looked in the mirror and sighed.

you were losing it. you couldn’t even sleep at this house just because of a stupid teenage boy.

you splashed some water on your face and started to walk out of the bathroom.

just then— someone pushed you back into the restroom and closed the door behind them.

you looked up and saw cameron towering over you. his caramel hair was damp— almost as if he had been sweating, and all he was wearing was some black athletic shorts. he had probably been shooting baskets outside on their basketball court.

his dark blue eyes are full with annoyance, but trying to hide it with fake amusement, “couldn’t sleep?”

you shake your head, and try to push past him, but you just get pushed back again.

“you know— I liked you better when you were pulling my hair when i kissed you. not ignoring me.”