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Cameron POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. Today's the day I start my first day of my new school. And to say I'm terrified is an understatement.

Just as I was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes my dad came into my room.

"Cam, wake up you've got schoo- oh! You're up already. Well. Get ready." He smiled and backed away.

I slowly got out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I stripped out of my sleeping clothes, which was a white tank top and underwear, and got in the shower.

After that, I brushed my teeth making sure to floss in between my braces. Yes, I have braces. They're baby blue. That wasn't important information but, what have I got to lose.

After rinsing out my mouth, I opened my closet and looked for something to wear.

While looking, the most random thought came to mind. I'd be so embarrassed if my parents were to open the door right now. I mean, it's nothing they haven't seen but it's still so embarrassing!

Not long after looking, I settled on some tight jeans, a white t shirt, and an over sized gray old navy zip up sweater. I'm not trying to stand out. No. Well, I'm going to anyway but... I don't want to make it seem like I think I'm all that. Coming into a new school with flashy clothes. It's weird, I know. It's just my odd way of thinking.

After putting on my clothes, with undergarments of course, I put on my black Adidas.

To finish off, I put on Chapstick, my book bag filled with supplies, and my cross chain. It's very special to me.

Anyways, enough about that. I have about 30 minutes left till I've got to go to school.

I exited my room and went to the kitchen to see my mom finishing off the breakfast consisting of oatmeal. I love my moms cooking. Especially the oatmeal. That's my favorite breakfast. I guess that's why she made it.

I sniffed the air and it smelled sweet. Yum. I wish I could eat air.... Wait... Could I ? I tried by sucking in air and chewing it but it tasted like nothing. Then I tried to take a bite out of the air and it didn't work... I guess you can't eat air. That sucks.

As my mom handed me a bowl.

"Those pants are too tight." My dad came in the kitchen dressed in his work uniform which was a white dress shirt, vest, black jeans and dress shoes. He just got a new job as a Manager at a very successful electronic store, as he says. He sells all types of gadgets. And with his looks comes an advantage. Everybody wants to buy from my dad because he's a very handsome guy. He gets women thrown at him everyday but he still manages to be faithful to my mom. In his words, "My wife is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I don't want anybody else but her."  So yeah. People called my parents "goals" but it's kinda hard having lovey dovey parents because you've gotta see them smooch 24/7.

"C'mon dad. They're not that tight." I sighed looking down at my jeans.

"They are that tight. I don't want these little boys looking at my baby sexually." He replied, furrowing his eyebrows.

I giggled. I couldn't roll my eyes because I would get the lectures

"They're not daddy. I promise." I took a spoonful of my oatmeal stuffing it into my mouth.

"How you gonna promise for other little boys?" He questioned

"Because I'm sure they're not into boys. Not everybody is into boys." I said.

"Well they might be into my boy. Anyways, finish all your food. No wasting. Then we head out. You've got about 20 minutes left." My dad said and ate his breakfast.

I practically shoved mine down my throat, and when I was finished it was time to go.

"Mommy, are you gonna be home when I get back?" I asked as my dad kissed her forehead and told me he'll be waiting in the car.

"Probably not. I'll be out on interviews and maybe a bit of shopping."

"By yourself?" I asked her.

"No, no. One of my old girlfriends lives out here and we're gonna catch up." She said as she wiped down the stove and counter.

"Okay. Love you, bye."

"I love you too baby. Have a good day!"

I walked out the apartment door and got in the elevator to go to the lobby.

When I got in the car my dad started to put my seatbelt on for me.

"Dad, I'm sure I know how to put a seat belt on." I said giggling as he buckled it in.

"Every time you try it takes you a good five minutes Cam." He chuckled and started up the car. He put the radio on and started to drive to the school.

After about 7- 10 minutes he slowed down the car and I looked up from my phone. We pulled up in front of the school. It was big, groomed nicely enough, and there were students walking into the school building.

"Here we are. It doesn't look that bad." My dad said as he turned off the car ignition and got out of the car. I was about to get out of the car too but I heard my dads big mouth.

"AY!! This is a fucking school Zone these dumb asses need to slow the fuck down. Pieces of shit could've hit my god damn child." He yelled as a car zoomed past. He opened the passenger side door and unbuckled my seatbelt.

"Daddy I could have done it for myself." I giggled.

"Yeah, well doing things for yourself could've had you end up in the hospital a while ago." He said. I question my dad sometimes. I got out the car and my dad carefully watched me, and walked close behind me as I walked to the sidewalk.

"I'm going in with you." He said.

I nodded as we began to walk to the huge building along with other students. As soon as we went through the doors, I felt as if all eyes were on us.

My dad being the most shameless person ever shouted straight into some random students face.

"Where is the main office?"

The kid shrugged and kept walking. My dad rolled his eyes and attempted to ask another student. My head remained down the whole time, not trying to make eye contact with anyone.

"Do you know where the main office is?" He asked for the second time today.

"Maybe if you looked, you'd know it's down the hall." The deep, bass filled voice said quite emotionless.

"Well we're new so we're not gonna roam a building where we don't know where anything is. But thank you anyway." My dad said un phased by that guys rude vibe.

There were so many students in the hallway and they were all looking at me weird, so I grabbed my dads arm. He saw I was scared so he pulled me into his side as we made our way down the hallway. From a distance I heard.

"Grown ass white boy still holding onto his daddy. That's some weird shit."

"Hope boy ain't going to our school fuck outta here."

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I heard the rude comments about me. A tear accidentally fell and I pretended to be rubbing my eyes when I was really drying my tears.

When we got to the main office I let go of my dads arm and we walked up to the desk.

"Hi, how may I help you?" The red haired woman asked from the other side of the desk.

"Hi my son, Cameron Smith is new to this school and he starts today." He said.

"Oh, okay great. Let me look into the system aaaaand.....," she typed something into the computer "find your schedule. By the way, I'm Mrs. Lance."

After standing there a bit she spoke up.

"Okay, so I found your schedule. Do you want me to assign you someone to show you around?" She and my dad looked at me waiting for an answer.

I'm not good with new people, but it's better than getting lost. I nodded my head.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna assign you a senior though,  because they know this place better than anyone. And plus, some I know are in your junior classes because... well.... they're a little dumb" she laughed.

I just awkwardly smiled at her. She handed me my printed out schedule then made her way to a box labeled "NAMES"

"This is where the kids who have had detention or were just doing something disrespectful goes" she said while picking a name out of the box.

"Hm. Interesting." She said looking at the paper while walking to the speakers.

"Anthony D'arell Jackson come to the main office right now. Anthony D'arell Jackson come to the main office right now. Thank you."

Moments later a very tall, handsome, dark skinned guy came in looking annoyed. He didn't say anything as he walked up to the front desk staring at Mrs. Lance.

"Good morning Anthony. I'd like you to meet Cameron. He's new to the school." She smiled.

Anthony turned around and looked at me blankly before looking back at Mrs. Lance.

"And?" He said in this deep, bass filled voice that was very intimidating and oddly familiar. I think this is the same guy that was talking to my dad and told him where the main office was.

"And well, I would like to to show him around." She said obviously fed up with his attitude.

"No." He said sharply. I felt kind of embarrassed and awkward.

"I'm not asking you Anthony, I'm telling you. So we could either do this the hard way and let me call the principal down or You could cooperate and show our new student around." She said demandingly.

"He could show himself around. I ain't gon' treat this nigga like a prince just because he's white." He said and began to walk away.

"Anthony Jackson! If you walk out that damn door without this student I swear  to God!" She shouted making everyone stop and stare.

Anthony sighed and came back. He snatched my schedule out of Mrs. Lance's hands and began to look it through.

"Just show him where his classes are today. You don't have to go to class. Tomorrow you go to class and you help him around. I'll tell your teachers." She gave Anthony a pass before sighing out a stressed "thank you."

"Lets go." He said sternly, obviously directing it towards me.

I looked at my dad and felt tears start to build up in my eyes.

"Aw, come here." He opened his arms and I hugged his torso letting silent a tears fall out and occasional sniffles. I could tell he knew I was scared about being here alone. 

"I'll come get you later okay? Mom is gonna be busy." I nodded, reluctant to pull away. He kissed my forehead and I waved goodbye. Anthony was still standing there, waiting for me.

We began to walk out of the main office while my dad stayed back to fill out extra paperwork. 

Me and Anthony walked down the hall in awkward silence as he stared at the schedule.

"You have Algebra Honers first." That was the first time he spoke.

I nodded and he sighed.

"Listen, I don't have to do this shit. Either you answer me when I'm talking to you or I could fucking leave your ass right here." He said semi- yelling.

And of course, tears started to form.

"I-I'm sorry." I pretended to rub my eyes. But I guess it didn't work.

"Yo, stop crying. You pussy or something?"

I shook my head.

"That ain't what it look like with all that fucking crying. Shit's getting annoying." He said annoyed.

When he said that I felt a ball in my throat and tears started to fall again and I furiously wiped them with the sleeves of my sweater. I can't help that I'm sensitive. I wish I could. That hurt my feelings a lot. It took me a lot of testicles to say what I was gonna say next.

"I don't want to do this with you anymore."

He stopped. "What?"

"Please bring me back to the office. Please."

"Fuck no, I came all the way over here. Go back yourself." He gave me a 'wtf' look.

"Forget it. We can continue." I said with my head down, wiping any tears that came out.

He stayed still and I did too because, well, I didn't wanna get lost.

Anthony's POV

This boy is really sensitive. I see that he was still crying so I decided to go over to him. I shook his petite shoulders.

"Yo. Stop crying, let's go."

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"For what?" I asked, genuinely confused. I ain't never had come across a kid like this in my life.

"For uh," he sniffed and wiped his eyes, looking up at me. They were green and were red due to crying "for being annoying. I don't mean to." He said smiling a little bit.

"Yo it's cool, I just wanted you to stop because we ain't never gonna get nowhere if you keep crying." I had to be nice because I wasn't trying to make him cry again.

He nodded again.

"Let's g-"

"Hey Aaaaaantttttt!!" A group of bitches yelled. I don't refer to women as bitches but that's what most of the girls at this school were; bitches.

"What the fuck did I tell yall about calling me that?" I say sternly. I don't do that nickname shit like we close or something. I turned my attention back to the kid. I forgot his name again.

"What's your name?"

"Cameron."

"Oh. Anthony."

I could tell dude was gay. I mean no straight boy gonna wear tight ass jeans like that. Plus his voice was very soft. He was also short, like 5'1 compared to my 6'4 And his body was woman like or whatever but I ain't gonna get into that or else I'll sound homo.

It didn't bother me much, as long he don't try to make a move on me or some shit, we good. But he didn't seem like the type to anyway.

"I like your name. I have a cousin named Anthony. L" He quietly, giggling, his braces visible.

"Ok?" I said confused as to how that's relevant in any way.

He looked down as his feet.

I showed him where all the classes were before the lunch bell rang.

"It's lunch time now so we gotta go downstairs." I said.

"Okay. Uh, do I have to pay for the lunch?" He asked sounding worried.

"Yeah, but I can get you for today I guess. I'm being nice and that don't happen often so take advantage of it."

"Oh okay, I'll pay you back when my daddy comes to pick me up if you buy it."

Daddy? Lmao wtf.

"You still calling your pops daddy bro? That's some extreme gay shit." I said laughing. But I stopped immediately when he started to frown.

"Yes, I do." He said sounding offended.

"Alright, that's ya business." I said putting my hands up.

It was quiet for a while as we made our way downstairs.

"Uh... Do you think I should stop?" Cameron asked out of the blue.

"Stop what?"

"Calling my dad daddy?" He said sounding embarrassed.

"It was a joke. What you call your dad ain't none of my business." I said.

"I know that... But... What do you think?" He said quietly. I sighed.

"Continue to call him what you want, aight? Like I said, it was a joke. It's y'all relationship." I said.

He thought for a minute then nodded his head.

"Okay."

When we got to the doors of the lunchroom lil dude looked scared.

"Uh... I-is there a library here?" He asked me, his voice shaking a lil bit.

"Uh yeah, but there's some shit in there right now so you gon have to either come in or go somewhere else till the period is over. But you might get in trouble." I said.

"Oh no. No trouble." He said scrunching his face up.

"Well then you gonna have to come in then." I said.

He nodded and we began to walk inside of the lunchroom. As soon as we did eyes started to look at us, specifically Cameron and I heard things like;

"White boy" "whose that white boy?"
"Oh nahh I ain't finna get shot up in the school you know them white kids crazy." "He look like a faggot to be honest" "we got a white kid? Oh shit" "what the fuck is he doing here and why he got Anthony with him?"

I guess that Cameron heard because he looked down and started rubbing his eyes.

"Yo, let's go." I said and I walked out of the lunchroom with Cameron right behind me. He followed me into the bathroom and I closed the door. I never did this much for no one except my family in my life. I just never met someone like Cameron before and he seemed different than other people.

"Wash your face." I said.

He looked at me the opened the sink and splashed his face a couple of times. When he turned the water off an got back up his eyes were closed shut together. I handed him a paper towel and he wiped his face.

"Thank you." He whispered.

He stared at me a while before his eyes started to water up again. Wow.

But he did the most unexpected thing. He walked to me and hugged my torso, digging his face inches under my chest.

"Ay, bro back the fuck up." I said.

I guess he didn't hear me because he started to let tears out and quiet sobs.

I tried to push him off me but he just grabbed onto the back of my shirt tighter. I ain't want to push dude away because I know that would make him cry more so I shifted to the bathroom door with him still attached to me and closed and locked it.

I shifted back to the spot where we were before. Cameron was still crying. This felt so gay right now but I wasn't tryna make him cry again so I just let him stay on me.

"I knew this was gonna happen." He sobbed into my chest. I felt bad for dude because he obviously was sensitive as fuck and things got to him easy.

I can't even describe how awkward I feel right now. This shit is feminine as fuck.

"You need to relax. They say shit like that all the time."

"My daddy says you can't promise for other people." He mumbles.

"Yes the fuck I can, because I won't let them do nothing to you. Like i said, calm down. You'll be good." I said. I'm the type of nigga that do they shit and only they shit. I don't got time to be caring for people and they feelings and shit. But this kid is just the type you don't have the guts to hurt.

"Okay Anthony... Thank you for being my friend." He smiled a big smile, showing off his blue braces. I just shrugged because I really don't know what to say.

"You gay right?" I asked. He looked nervous at first but then he nodded.

"Aight, let me just say this. The minute you do some gay shit is the minute imma knock your ass out. Just putting that shit out there before you get the wrong idea." I said sternly, so it was clear that I was serious. Because I would really have to beat his ass if he try'd any gay shit with me. That hug was already fucking fem and I wasn't trying to deal with that.

"And don't come at me like that again."

"Huh?" He looked genuinely confused.

"Don't come at me like that. Don't hug me or touch me in any way." I said

He looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to," he said in a soft, quiet voice, "I-I'm just so used to someone comforting me when I uh... Yeah. Sorry." He finished.

"Okay."

He looked up at me and smiled slightly.

"I haven't seen you smile yet." He said.

"What?" I'm confused. Ain't nobody ever seemed interested in me smiling. I told yall he's different.

"Smile." He said

"No."

"Why not?" He said sounding genuinely upset.

"Because I don't smile. Now let's go." I walked out of the bathroom and he followed. When we got in the lunchroom people looked at us again.

"Broooooo!" I heard coming from the direction where my football team mates sit. I wanted to go sit over there but I was supposed to stick with Cameron. And I didn't want to bring him over because he'll start crying when they make jokes on him.

"Go." He said.

"What?"

"Go over to your friends. I'm sure I won't get lost in a lunchroom."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive." He smiled

"You need to eat." I said.

"I don-"

"Nah, let's go." I started to walk to the lunch kitchen. Cameron followed me.

"You allergic to anything?" I asked.

"No."

"What you want?"

He looked at the options quickly.

"A sandwich is good." He said.

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