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~33~ Is That You?

Third-person POV
After helping Cameron with his homework, the two decided it was time to go home. It was already starting to get dark outside. It was still winter after all.
They walked out of the library together.
Cameron glanced at Calvin for a second. "How did you know where I was?" He asked. Calvin glanced up at his friend.
"You told me that you spend a lot of time in the library. Your bike was outside so I figured you were here." Calvin explained. Cameron remembered what it was like back home. He used to run off to the library after an argument with his father.
It's also the place where he met Brenna. "I don't have a bike," Cameron said. Calvin chuckled. "Oh." He said. Calvin glanced at his feet before looking back at Cameron.
"Can I ask you something?" Calvin asked. Cameron nodded and looked at his friend. "Where did you get your bruises?" He asked. Cameron glanced down at his feet.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Cameron said and glanced back at Calvin.
"Why do you ask?" He asked. "Brody told me something a while ago. Brenna told him something before she left." Calvin said. Cameron frowned.
"Brenna?" He said. Calvin nodded. "Brenna told him you hurt her from time to time, and that you're after me now," Calvin said. Cameron froze for a second.
"She said you got those bruises from her fighting back." He explained. "I didn't believe them at first." He added. Cameron glared at his friend.
"And you do now?" He asked feeling slightly betrayed. Calvin shook his head. "I don't know what I should believe or not. I want to believe you, but I can't if you don't tell me where you got those bruises." He said. Cameron sighed.
"I told you before, I'm rather clumsy and my little sister doesn't know what she's doing from time to time." Cameron lied.
Calvin sighs. "Alright, I believe you. So it's not true, right?" Calvin asked. For a second, Cameron was too lost in his thoughts to respond.
This made Calvin suspicious. "Right?" He asked again, this time more sternly. Cameron snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his friends.
"What? No! I would never hurt her, I love her." Cameron said. Cameron knew what he had to do.  He started to run home as fast as he could.
Calvin was confused but ran after him. When Calvin had caught up to Cameron he glared at him. "What are you doing?" He asked. Cameron explained his plan to his friend. "Hold up, you're doing what?" Calvin exclaimed.
"I'm going back home, I have to talk to Brenna." He said. He opened the door of his car, but Calvin shut it.
"You're not leaving. You can discuss this over the phone, there is no need to waste gas." Calvin said trying to be sarcastic. Cameron couldn't laugh.
"No more texts, no more calls, I'm going to talk to her face to face." He said. He opened the door again, but Calvin once again shut it.
"If you're mad about the rumor, talk to Brody." He tells his friend. Cameron shook his head. "I don't want to talk to him. Besides, I have some other business to discuss with her." Cameron argued. "Listen," Calvin started and stepped closer to Cameron.
"I am not letting you drive thousands of miles all by yourself," Calvin assured Cameron. "You can't stop me," Cameron argued.
"Cam, come on, use your head," Calvin said. "I am," Cameron said. Before he could open the door again, Calvin pinned him to the car.
"I'm not letting you leave." He said. His voice and eyes were darker, and his grip on Cameron's arms was strong. Cameron pushed him off slightly.
"You can't keep me here." He said. Calvin glanced into his eyes. "Cam, don't do this to yourself." He whispered. Cameron stared into his eyes not sure what to say. Calvin glanced down at Calvin's lips for a second before looking back into his eyes.
"Seeing her is not going to solve anything." He whispered. "You don't know that," Cameron replied quietly. Calvin removed his hands from his arms.
"Listen, I may not know Brenna as well as you do, but she's not going to listen to you." Calvin reminded him. Cameron just stared into his eyes. Somehow he knew how much it would hurt Calvin if he left. Cameron felt his heart beating. Calvin seemed to get closer, slowly closing the gap between them.
"What if you don't come back?" Calvin whispered. "Is that what you're afraid of? That I won't come back?" Cameron asked. Calvin nodded but never broke eye contact. This time Cameron glanced down at Calvin's lips. Calvin noticed this.
He leaned in and closed the gap between the both of them by pressing his lips against Cameron's. Calvin quickly pulled back.
"Sorry." He mumbled. "Cameron." A deep male voice spoke behind them. Cameron glanced over his shoulder and saw his father standing on the porch of their house.
"Who's this?" James asked his son. Cameron stepped away from Calvin. "No one." He mumbled. James walked towards them, holding a glass of liquor in his hand.
Cameron stood in front of Calvin.
James chuckles and puts his hand on the back of his son's neck. "Come on, let's go inside." He said. Cameron walked past his father and walked up the steps to get to the door. James turned around and stepped closer to Calvin. "You should leave." He said. James walked towards his son and walked inside.
Cameron walked in after him and closed the door. Calvin sighs and puts his hands in his pockets walking away. He glanced over his shoulder to take one last glimpse of the house. He pulled his hood over his head and walked away.
Back in the house, James drunk the last bit of his drink before throwing his glass at the wall where Cameron stood. "That was him wasn't it?" James asked his son sternly. Cameron was too scared to answer. James walked towards his son.
"Answer me!" He orders. "Y-yes." Cameron stuttered. James let go of his son. "You're no son of mine." He said and slapped Cameron across the cheek.

*Time Skip*

"Hello? Cam? Cam is that you?" He asked. Cameron hadn't heard that voice in a long time. "Yeah, it's me." He sniffed. "Dude, are you okay?" He asked.
Cameron was about to lie, but he decided not to. Not this time. "No I'm not...I really need my best friend right now." Cameron said.
"I'll be there tomorrow." Max said and hung up. Cameron sat in the floor, his head resting against his bed. He broke down in tears. He sat there, alone on the floor, crying.

A/n: Any thoughts? I'm also going to try to write more in the Third-person POV. I really liked how it turned out, I hope you did as well
-Jay25211💜💜