faking it ◉ c.d

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◉leah

"you guys have to what?" abby almost choked on her salad.

she had left the party way before the bet happened.

"yeah i know it's weird but its for us to win a bet and apparently win over stacy. i honestly don't know why he likes her."

"she's right there, giving us dirty looks." ally glared in the direction behind me.

i turned around to see her roll her eyes at me. she thinks everyone cares about her and that it matters whether or not she likes you.

"did you see that? does she not realize how gross she looks when she's rolling her eyes?" i start laughing, making them join in.

"hey, where are the guys?" ally fixed her hair.

i shrugged, just as i saw a bunch of boys marching behind cameron in our direction.

my eyes grew wide as i read the 6 posters held by nash, gilinsky, johnson, brandon, trevor, and aaron: leah, will you be my girlfriend?

cameron grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my seat and in front of all of the lunch tables.

he got down on his knee, making me want to laugh, but i just stood there in shock.

i knew he was going to ask me our but i didn't think it was this big of a fucking deal.

everyone's attention was on us. some were recording and taking pictures.

the whole school pretty much knows i have a strong dislike towards cameron, and i totally understand how surprising this is.

"leah, you are the perfect girl for me and i have realized that i want to be with you. will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes." i simply said, triggering whoops and hollers, confetti rain and balloons to fill the cafeteria.

my eyes followed cameron's as he wraps his arms around my waist, smiling.

"we have to kiss now." he said through his teeth, leaning in.

he reached my lips, kissing them softly.

his lips tasted like lemon flavor. he pulled away, lifting me off of the ground as he hugged me.

oh boy. here's to a long 2 months.