Trust Me [ A Cameron Dallas Story ]

Chapter 3.

*next day*
I did all my daily routine.

Take a shower, do my make up, put on a black crop top with a black skater skirt, combat boots and my black leather jacket.

I grabbed my book bag, phone and walked downstairs.

"Violet, good morning" my dad smiled.

"Morning" I said and crossed my arms.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

"I already told you, I don't eat breakfast" I snapped.

"Violet, from this time that you've been here I haven't even seen a plate of food in front of you" he said.

I can't intake food, that's it.

"I'm not hungry" I said.

"Are you anorexic?" he asked.

"No" I lied.

"You're too skinny and pale" he said.

"That's how I am. Did you forget everything about me after you left?" I asked.

He stayed quiet

I rolled my eyes and went outside to the hummer and drove off to school.

When I got to school, I went inside the building.

"Hey" Astrid said as I approached her.

"Hey" I said.

"Do you wanna get breakfast?" she asked.

"Nah" I said.

"There's now a food truck" she said.

"I'm not hungry" I said.

"Well, I'm going. Catch you later" Astrid said and left.

I walked to my first class.

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I went to third, French.

As I walked in, I noticed Troy was sitting down.

"Hey" he winked.

"Hey" I smiled and sat beside him.

I notice that Heather walked in.

She's in this class too?

I didn't see them yesterday.

They probably skipped.

I saw her walking to us.

"That's my seat" she snapped.

"Mine now" I smiled.

"Get out" she said.

"What if I don't want too?" I smirked.

"I'll kick your as-" she got cut off.

"Mrs. Heather, take a seat" the teacher said.

"I would but this skank is in my seat" she crossed her arms.

I gasped.