Did some of you see Rob's New movie Remember Me? Fuck, that movie was... wow. I'm still in freaking shock from it. It was on my top five list on movies you just have to see. Well, enough about the movie, cuz I could go on and on about it... Well, here' the next chapter!

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Chapter 9 – ILY

What I saw... Wasn't really something I'd like to see.

I saw Cameron and Dave fighting. Bad!
I saw a big wound over Cam's eyebrow, and a little blood was dripping from his mouth; and small wounds and blood on his knuckles from beating.

Dave had a big, red wound on his cheek from a hit from Cameron.

And his knuckles was just like Cam's too. And that scared me.

I didn't want any of them to get hurt, I don't care if I dislike Dave.

And I especially do not want Cam to get hurt.

"STOP IT! NOW!"I screamed in horror as Dave got a good hit in Cam's stomach and he gasped for air. I realized tat neither of them had noticed me standing there, so when they heard me they both stopped - with their hands put into fists in the air, ready to his again - and looked at me. I breathe out the air I didn't realized I've been holding and ran up to Cam and threw my arms around him. I heard him winch and pulled away, afraid I've hurt him. But he just smiled and gave me a forced peck on the lips.

"Aw, how sweet!" Dave said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Cam growled loudly at him; I almost got a little scared. Almost.

"This isn't fucking over." Dave said with venom dripping from hi voice and pointing a fingers towards Cam's face; and then he left. He seems to do that a lot lately... I exhaled once again when e was gone and threw my arms around Cam's waist and nuzzled my face into his chest.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. And he nodded.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just got to go to the bathroom and fresh up a little, wait here okay?" He looked at me sweetly, how could anyone say no to him?

"Yeah, sure. " I replied and saw him walk away. I sat on the floor looking at the door unseeing. When Cam came back the wounds where still there, just without blood. He sat beside me, and just as I was about to ask why they where fighting, Cam answered, like he had read my mind.

"We where actually fighting about... you. He walked over to me and started teasing me. And then he came to things like 'I bet she's a good laid' and what bra size you have." I blushed deep and he brushed his fingers lightly on my already too hot cheeks, just to make them warmer. "That was when I lost it. I hit him and he became furious and hit back, and it continued until you came around the corner." he smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat.

I leaned forward and kissed him hungry. Our tongues dancing beautifully together. When it felt like my heart was going to explode and broke away. I was going to tell him now, tell him that I loved him.

"Cam?"

"Yes?" he said and just continued smiling at me.

"I have a confession to make, or more something to say to you." I said, and my voice shaked a little as I talked. He looked a bit confused.

"Cam. I... I-" Just say it Jamie! Now! "I love you." I said without looking at him and when I heard a big gasp I stood up from the floor and ran away from the rejection I knew I was going to get from him...

When I came to the doors I saw that It was raining outside. I didn't care; after a few seconds of hesitation I ran outside looking to my left, and then to my right. I had no idea where to go. I heard Cameron calling my name. I wasn't ready ready to face him yet, so I just ran across the lot, and I felt my eyes wet. And it wasn't the rain this time. The tears made my sight blurry, and I couldn't see anything. Of course that made me to fall, and I fell to my knees. I didn't stand up; I just put my head in my hands and cried, knowing that I was rejected.

"Jamie! Please, Please let me talk to you!" When I heard his voice I wiped away my tears and stood up, ready to run away from him again. Put just after my first step I felt him grab my arm. We where both soaked now, but it seemed liked neither one of us cared about that. I looked into his eyes, and saw something that I didn't recognized. Was it self disgust? I must be going out of my mind.

"What do you want?" I cried and tried to get him to let go, put he just squeezed harder.

"Jamie..." he said and I saw a lonely tear crawling down his face. "Jamie. I love being with you, I love kissing you, I love you. But I'm not in love with you. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I can't love you the same way you love me. I'm... I don't know what to say." He said as he hung his head and shaked it. I knew it. He didn't love me. It was obvious.

I looked at him. I saw sorrow and pain in his eyes. But nothing could compare it to the pain I felt right now. The feeling of be rejected, not being loved back.

Both of my lips trembled terribly. But not from the cold of the rain, but that was the shield that held the scream of agony from escape from my mouth. "Please, say something." he whispered.

"What do you want me to say, Cam?" I cried. "Want me to say that it's okay? That it doesn't matter?" I was really near a breakdown. "Now, let me go." I growled the last word with disgust, instead of 'go' I wanted the word 'in'.Let me in, Cam. Let me love you, and you to love me. But that was never going to happen. He sighed and let me go. I turned around and started to run home. Run away. Away from my problems, like a real coward would do. Like the real me would do.

When I got home my parents still hadn't returned from work. Good.

I ran up to my room and threw myself onto the bed and buried my face into the pillow and finally let out the scream that had been begging me to come out. Scream after scream came. I scream at myself, for being to dumb to say that I loved him, and not waited more, to give him time. I screamed and the pain in my body, the pain that was screaming at me not to let him go. I ignored it.

I scream until my throat was so sore that it hurt.

When y parents came home a few hours later and said a simple 'Hey, honey.' or something. I didn't respond, but they knew I was home. All I did was to lay in bed, thinking. I knew what I had to do. I had to leave. I couldn't handle to see him everyday from across the yard, to feel the awkwardness that would enter the air between us when we where together. To see him, and to know that I could have been happy with him, if I just had kept my mouth shut. And with those thought, I fell into a dreamless and less painful sleep.

When I woke up the next day the first thing I saw was my clock. It wasn't alarmed. I looked at the time and noticed that I was two hours late for school. I didn't care; I didn't want to go to school today. When I went downstairs I saw mom and dad sitting and eating breakfast.

"Honey! You look like a mess! What happened to you? And why aren't you at school?" my mother sounded really worried. I sighed.

"Mom, I feel a little sick. You think you can call school and tell them I'm sick? Thanks." I replied without waiting on a answer from her. I went up to my room again and laid on the bed. Taking the pillow into m embrace and hugged it like I was holding something more important than life itself. Cameron. His name repeated in my mind. That made me take the pillow to my face and scream out loud again, keeping the scream from getting to me parents ears. At first there where a few sobs. Put then the tears came, and I started crying again. Drowning into a lifeless life... All alone.

End Chapter.

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