faking it ◉ c.d

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◉leah

after the movie, we had picked up taco bell on the way home.

because chick-fil-a is closed on sundays.

the movie was total shit, like really bad.

like cameron could have taken me to see finding dory or ghostbusters but he just had to pick shallows.

"fuck you for picking a terrible movie." i laugh.

"this is why you don't ask me to pick when you don't even appreciate what i pick."

"i wasn't thinking. how many tacos have you eaten?"

"like 6.." he shrugs, sipping on his soda as he sits on the couch.

"no way, same!" i gasp excitedly, making him look at me like i'm crazy.

"what?" i frown.

he shakes his head, "anyway, my soccer game is this friday, and the last game of the season is a week from now, so we need to make posters for me."

"what? posters for what?"

"for you to hold up and show off that you're the mvp's girlfriend, duh."

i roll my eyes, "where were your posters for my games?"

"nobody holds up posters at those games, they hold them up at basketball, soccer and football games, because everyone shows up to those."

"that's trash, i wanted to play soccer but i couldn't because of volleyball." i pout.

"getting back on topic, we need to make posters."

"no, that's weird."

"but all the other players' girlfriends make them." he whines.

"cameron, i don't care, im not making a poster."

he rolls his eyes, throwing a pillow at my face.

i gasp, throwing it back at his face, "that hurt."

"that was the point." he throws it back at me.

"stop throwing it!"

"no, you're not gonna make posters for me, fuck you." he pouts, going on his phone.

i ignore his childish actions by going upstairs to switch out my bedspread.

i haven't used the new one that my mom bought and i feel like changing something right now.

after i finish changing my sheets, i get dressed into yellow dolphin shorts and a tie-dye sports bra before taking off my makeup and brushing my teeth.

i sway my hips to the sound of justin bieber.

"leah, where did you go?" i hear cameron from downstairs.

"i went to go fuck myself."

he scoffs, "please, you don't even know how." he enters my room, running a hand through his hair.

"pretty sure it's not hard since im not a virgin, you ass." i push his now bare chest.

this boy is always shirtless, i swear.

"still can't believe that. it's crazy to me."

"get over it, it isn't that big of a deal. at the time, i was just eager to lose it, and i knew he was experienced so.."

"okay, that's the worst excuse. so many guys are experienced, lea'." he rolls his eyes, sitting across from me on my bed.

"im not gonna sit here and let you shame me of my choice in having sex with jack."