Give In

Warning: Very corny and cliché

Chapter 1

Here I am sitting in English, waiting for the lesson to end. Mr Coots, our english teacher, has just learned that the class will never listen to him, so there's really no point in trying to teaching anything.

I sit in the back row with some other people and I'm just watching the rest of the class. Twirling a lock of raven coloured hair around my finger in boredom, I watch inanimate objects fly across the room. For a bunch of 17 year olds, we're really a bunch of idiots. But no-one's more idiotic than, Cameron Slates.

Cameron had the looks, the money, even the ass, if I do say so myself. But there was only thing he didn't have, and that was brains, or lack thereof. You see, Cameron was one of those "brain-less" jocks. I had to admit he wasn't the smartest person in the world, but it wasn't his fault!

He was sweet, funny and hot. He had the greatest smile you will ever see, and the cutest pout that would make you give into anything he wants. And just damn him for those bright green eyes, which just water, when he pouts. I really just wanted to pinch his cheeks. It must be illegal to look cute and hot at the same time.

I mean, when he's trying so hard to study he scrunches up his eyebrows, and runs a hand threw his shaggy dirty-blonde hair. He looks like a child.

Cameron could pull of any look, ranging from an innocent pout to a raging look of lust. He had it down pat.

He was also the joker of the class. The person who always made the stupid comments or jokes, about what people had said or done. And usually with those stupid remarks, came a sheepish grin and a bonk on the head. I believe, that's the reason he's lost so many brain cells.

The clock ticks as the seconds go by. The noise in the room grows louder and louder. I can hear the cheerleaders near me discussing the party on the weekend. There praises about how Courtney Hint had set up the "best party of the year".

"Oh My God, did you guys like totally hear that like Cameron and his friends are gonna be there." A cheerleader with her hair in a high ponytail and a skirt WAY too short and a top 3 sizes too small.

"Like, really?" One of her bimbos said

"Like totally, Courtney like totally said the she would make sure there would be like all the totally hot guys there" the first cheerleader replied, with a giggle on the end, and they started talking about all the other really "hot" guys, adding a few high pitched giggles in.

'Would you just shut up?!' I yelled at them…in my head. I was one of those girls who really didn't have a "voice", so to speak, to the world. So there I am glancing at the clock for the time, while I listen to the cheerleaders babble about some new bra, they that they would die for. 'Pft, I wish.'

I sighed and just decided to pull out my mp3, drown out the sound of everyone else. I pressed play not really caring what I was playing, as long as it drowned out the rest of the class. I glanced back up at the clock, '2:55…good, 5 more minutes' I really didn't mind what was happening now. As I closed my eyes and leaned my chair to the wall, while my thoughts wondered to the same hyper active boy with dirty blonde hair and mesmerising green eyes.

Being in a trance of being in reality and la-la land, I hadn't noticed that the bell had rung, and everyone had rushed out of class. Until I felt a tap on my shoulder… I opened my eyes to see Cameron Slates, the boy I was just thinking about just a second before. I almost squeaked when saw how close his face was to mine. I reached down to my lap to turn off my mp3, when I realised it wasn't there.

"Looking for this." He said in a low tone, that made me shiver in pleasure. He had turned off my mp3 and reached over to my ears to take the earphones out.

"What are you doing Cameron?" I asked, as he wrapped my earphones around the mp3 player and placed it in his jacket pocket.

"Nothing yet, Anna" he let the word slide from his mouth, and boy, did it sound so right. "Remember, you said we could be together when no-one was around." I was about to point out that we were in school but, he cut me off "The bell has rung, everyone has left. So it's just, you and me. Alone. In a classroom."

I felt my breathe hitch, as his lips were only about a centimetre away from mine. We were about to kiss, until… "But…you know what?" he said, as he pulled away from me.

"What?" I asked in an annoyed tone, as I was flustered and he wasn't helping.

"I was thinking about what you said and...you're right, at school we should just pretend we don't know each other" I almost gawked at him. We had been dating for 5 months now, and he would always want to make our relationship publicly known to everyone. I would always say no, as it would ruin both of our images. Him, being the brain-less hot git, who was good at football. And me, the little nobody, who sits in the corner and studies. I always wondered how we ended up together, me being the 'brains' and him being the 'brawns'. It didn't seem like, bumping each other in the hallway and me having to tutor him for Maths, would have been enough for us to start something. But it was. And that's how the whole thing started.

"What?!" My voice rose in anger and confusion. "Wasn't it always you that wanted our relationship to be known publicly?!" I stood up from my chair and slung my bag over my head and arm, and stalked towards him.

"Yes, but know that I think about it. I was being stupid." I scoffed "You were right, I should keep my image up and so should you" he said with a grin of satisfaction, as he saw me all flustered.

I made my way to the front of the classroom, to where he was leaning against the teacher's desk with a smug look on his face, waiting for something to happen.

"You are impossible!" I yelled, as I poked him in the chest.

I guess that wasn't the answer he wanted, because then he spat out "Impossible? How am I impossible?" he asked quite sternly, surprising me because I had never heard him talk like that before.

"You...you..."I huffed and sat down on the ground, not knowing what to say. "You suck" I mumbled lamely

"I suck. I SUCK! What the heck, Anna?! We've been going out for 5 months now, and you don't want anyone to know! How do you think that makes me feel?!" He yelled, and then huffed, as he sat down beside me

"...Anna, you say you don't want anyone to know about us." he said once he had calmed down "That doesn't make me feel very good about myself. I don't know if you hate me or if you actually want me to be with you. Or if you just think I'm a stupid git, that can only play sport...I love you Anna...I'm just not sure, if you love me."

When he saw I wasn't even looking at him. He got back up and started to head for the door. "W-wait!" I called out, I'm not sure when but I had started to cry. I ran up to him from behind and wrapped my arms around his stomach, pulling me in closer to him.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled into his back. I lifted up my face so he could hear me "I'm sorry" I repeated "It's just that I'm…I'm scared" My voice faltered, as I said the last word.

I didn't want to admit it, but I was scared. Scared to let people know about me. About how they'd judge me. I knew people barely knew me, but I didn't mind. But if they did know me, I'd be Cameron's girlfriend. People could judge the way I look, the fact that I'm a 'brain'. They'd judge me and recognise me as the bitch that got Cameron.

Cameron loosened my grip on him and turned around, lifting my face to face his.

"Cameron…" I trailed off

"Shh, Anna" he placed a light kiss on my lips. "It's okay." He hugged me tightly.

"I'm scared of what people might think of me…if they knew we were dating."

He broke the hug and looked into my eyes "Are dating, not were dating." He stated firmly.

"But Cameron, even though we are dating, I don't want people to judge me, because I'm a 'brain' or because I'm not that pretty. I don't like attention & I'm scared, those are the only reasons I really don't want people to know-"

"Don't say that." He whispered in my ear.

I stopped and looked up at him. "Say what?"

"That's your not pretty, because you are beautiful. And if anyone judges you and says you're ugly, it's because they're jealous, but no one would dare to say it. Since you're mine." He added quite possessively, as he bit gently on my ear lobe. I groaned softly, in pleasure. "Even if they do, we'll have each other and that's all we really need" I sighed.

"I won't pressure you to announce we're dating, officially, if you like?" he muttered softly.

I sat down on the floor thinking about what to do. I pulled him down next to me, so I could lean on his shoulder as I thought.

Cameron was right. As much as I hate to admit that my boyfriend was right, he was. I really don't care about what people thought of me, but then when I think about how people would think about us, being together, it bothers me a lot…but it shouldn't. I know it shouldn't. But it does. And I don't know what to do about it.

I guess the only way to get over this problem is to try and if it doesn't work out, it wasn't meant to be…but that's the scariest part, what if it doesn't work out? Would we break up? Will he and I pretend it never happened?

"Cam…" he looked at me, as I tilted my head. "If it doesn't work out, you won't leave me…right?"

"Of course not. How many times must I tell you? I love you Anna." He proclaimed the last part really loudly and then he kissed me.

"Okay." I murmured against his lips, as we pulled apart "I guess we could tell everyone about us…I love you too, Cameron".

I saw Cameron smirk as he captured my lips for another make out session. Everything was working, I finally felt happy and for once I was sure this relationship could work…until I felt Cameron move his hands under my top. I jerked away from him, turning a reddish colour. "Cameron, what are you doing? We're still in school!"

"Aww, come on. They are going to know sooner or later" He wined, he changed back to his childish self…and I must say I like this side of him a lot better.

"I prefer later, when they don't see us half-dressed!" I stood up and waited for Cameron to stand up too.

"Let's go, we can tell them tomorrow" I said.

"Fine." He stood up and pouted. I stood up on my tippy-toes and kissed lightly on the mouth. When I pulled away "Aww, Anna it's not nice to leave guys like me hanging like that."

"Not now, I'll to make it up to you later" I said, opening the door.

"Promise" He whispered into my hair.

"Promise. Now let's go." I say dragging him out of the classroom to his locker. I had already packed my bag, knowing that the last lesson would be a "fun" lesson and was expecting to get out early...that didn't happen.

When we arrived at the lockers Cameron just leaned on the locker doors, with a smug look on his face. I ignored it and twisted the lock with the combination, which for some reason happened to be my birthday. 13, 05, 19. ( Birthday: 13th of May, 1991)

When it opened instead of seeing the usual messy, pig-pen of a locker I saw a box of chocolates and a panda holding a card saying 'I love you, Anna!'.

"Aww Cam, you're so cute." I kissed him on the check, and took out the card, panda and chocolates.

"I knew you'd like them"

"I love them…but what are they for?"

"I wanted you to know, that I'll always be there for you!" He said cheerfully.

"You're so sweet." I sighed happily, as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I know." He grinned being his usual cocky self, and as a result, I whacked him lightly on the head. "Hey, that's not how you should treat your boyfriend, who got you presents."

"Oh really? Now, how should I treat my boyfriend then? Hmm?"

"Like this." He caught my lips in a sweet kiss.

Everything was perfect. Cameron loved me and I loved him. We were announcing we were going out tomorrow. Nothing could ruin this.

"Hey!"…except that.

We broke the kiss and looked up to see the football team walking down the hallway, fast. "Cam? Dude? Hey Cameron, is that you?"

"Aww shit."

Looks like we've been discovered a day earlier than we planned…

…Oh well.

A/N: This is really corny and cliché...sorry!!

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