it feels like the community has been a little quiet lately, so i wanted to drop a little cheesy cameron cade one shot and see what everybody’s been up to.
are we still messing with tyriq???
because ever since the girlfriend reveal it’s been crickets and i’m trying to see if we’re still standing ten toes down or if everybody moved on 😭
anyways, i hope y’all enjoy this one. thank you for always showing love and making this space so fun ♡
Cameron Cade had a reputation.
You had every intention of avoiding it.
Dance rehearsal dragged out longer than you wanted it to.
Your body ached the second you stepped outside the building with your dance bag hanging off your shoulder while two of your friends walked beside you equally exhausted.
"I swear coach hates us," one of them groaned.
You laughed tiredly while adjusting the strap slipping down your arm. "She definitely trying to kill us before nationals."
The cool night air hit your skin after hours inside the hot studio. Campus looked calmer this late at night, most students already back in their dorms while lights from nearby buildings glowed against the dark sky.
Then one of your friends suddenly grabbed your arm. "Oh my God."
Your other friend perked up. “Where?"
You looked ahead noticing the football players crossing the lot not too far away still dressed from practice, loud and laughing amongst themselves while heading toward the athletic building.
Your friends weren’t wrong, the football team did have some fine men on it.
Especially one in particular.
Cameron Cade walked near the middle of the group wearing gray sweats and a compression shirt that looked disrespectful on his body. His duffel bag hung off one shoulder while he laughed at something one of his teammates said.
Even from a distance people naturally gravitated toward him.
"One thing about Cameron," your friend muttered shamelessly. "That man is fine."
You rolled your eyes. “Please.”
"Oh don't do that," she laughed bumping your shoulder. "You know that boy fine."
"I didn't say he was ugly."
"Which means she agrees!" your other friend yelled.
You laughed shaking your head. "He also talk to half the girls on this campus."
"And?" your friend shrugged. "I'm not trying to marry him."
You snorted while glancing back toward the football players again. The campus rumors matched the visuals, Cameron really was attractive and he knew it too.
Every time you saw him around campus he carried himself with this stupid effortless confidence that made people automatically stare.
A little intriguing too but mostly irritating.
Your friends were still going on about the football team when you realized you were missing something.
"I left my speaker in the dance room."
One of them groaned. "Girl no."
"I'll be quick," you promised turning around toward the building again. "Don't wait up for me."
"Oh we won't!" your friend yelled.
You pointed at her accusingly while laughing. "Fake."
Their laughter echoed behind you while you made your way back toward the dance building shaking your head to yourself.
A few minutes later you finally pushed back out the doors with your speaker tucked underneath your arm feeling victorious.
Until you looked up nearly walking straight into someone. A hand shot out catching your arm before the collision fully happened.
“Careful,” a deep voice came softly. “You almost tackled the starting quarterback.”
Cameron Cade stood in front of you already looking amused. Up close he looked even more unfair in the face, his buzz cut fresh and sharp while sweat still lightly gleamed against his skin from practice.
You stepped back quickly clearing your throat. "My bad."
Cameron glanced down at the speaker tucked against your hip before looking back at you again.
"You dance team right?" he asked casually.
You blinked once. "And you play football," you answered dryly.
"Damn," he laughed softly. "You don't even know me and already got an attitude."
You adjusted the speaker against your hip before looking up at him. "I know enough to have an attitude."
Cameron's eyebrows lifted like that answer entertained him. "Oh so you judging me off rumors?"
"If the shoe fits." you shrugged.
That made him laugh again shaking his head while looking down at you a little more carefully. "Nah," he said. "You funny as hell."
"And you flirt with everybody."
You let out a short laugh. "Oh please."
Cameron smirked leaning against the wall beside you. "So you do pay attention to me."
"Kinda hard not to when half the female population on campus is attached to your hip."
"You really think you got me figured out already?" He asked.
"Everybody got you figured out."
Cameron tilted his head watching you before smiling. "You know what your problem is?"
Your eyes narrowed playfully. "What?"
"You decided what type of person I was before I even got the chance to talk to you."
You held his stare trying not to fold under the way he was looking at you. "And?"
“Now I gotta change your mind.”
A couple football players walked past the building entrance before one of them called out:
Cameron didn't even look away from you. "In a minute."
Your stomach flipped embarrassingly hard at that.
"Aight then,” he said. "Lemme get your number."
You shake your head. “No sir”
The smile on Cameron's face shifted enough to let you know he wasn't expecting that answer.
You laughed softly finally stepping around him. "Goodnight Cameron."
He turned immediately watching you walk backwards a few steps. "So that's it?"
You shrugged. “You’ll survive.”
Then you turned walking off toward the parking lot before he could say anything else.
Your sociology lecture had barely started when the classroom door swung open.
A couple people looked up briefly before returning to their laptops once Cameron walked in wearing all black, with nothing but his face in his hand.
His eyes landed on you and that stupid smirk appeared across his face.
You looked back down at your notebook pretending not to notice while your friend beside you started grinning.
"He’s coming this way," she whispered.
You could hear him getting closer before he finally stopped beside your desk.
"Is this seat taken?" He stood there looking entertained with himself already.
“Yes actually,” you answered smoothly. “It is.”
His smirk only deepened. “Mhm.”
You rolled your eyes fighting a smile before moving your bag off the empty chair beside you.
Cameron sat down comfortably and it annoyed you more than it should’ve.
Your professor continued talking at the front of the room while you tried focusing on the lecture and pretending his entire presence wasn't distracting.
You then feel something nudge your foot underneath the desk. You look over, Cameron sat there staring toward the front of the classroom like he hadn't done anything at all.
You narrow your eyes, he kept a straight face for about three seconds before the corner of his mouth twitched.
You looked back toward the board trying to ignore him until your pen suddenly disappeared from your hand. Your head snapped sideways, Cameron casually examined your pen like he didn’t just snatch it out of your hand.
“Stop what?” he asked innocently.
You look at your pen in his hand. “That doesn’t belong to you.”
He looked down at your notebook. "Your handwriting nice."
You snatched the pen back while Cameron laughed quietly beside you.
A few minutes passed peacefully before he leaned over again.
"Notes, where are yours? You haven’t wrote a single thing down.” you say looking at him.
Cameron leaned back in his chair unbothered. "I got tutors for that."
"Do you actually," you whispered back, "or you got people doing the work for you?"
Cameron's eyebrows shot up. He placed a dramatic hand over his chest while opening his mouth in fake offense, the shocked expression pulling a quiet laugh from you before you could stop it.
"Still judging off rumors I see," he accused.
You sucked your teeth softly. "I only asked a question."
"You still didn’t answer it though," you pointed out lifting your chin a little. "And that's answer enough."
You turned your attention back toward the board, beside you, Cameron chuckled low under his breath, then suddenly his finger flicked lightly underneath your chin.
Your head snapped toward him again. “Can you not?”
Cameron only held his hands up innocently in surrender before leaning back comfortably into his chair. You rolled your eyes shaking your head, but the smile threatening your lips gave you away.
After that he finally stopped bothering you. At least physically, because his presence alone made focusing almost impossible.
Every time he shifted beside you or laughed quietly at something on his phone your attention drifted right back toward him against your will.
When class ended you barely remembered anything your professor talked about.
The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room while students started packing their things, Cameron stood first.
He looked down at you. “I’ll see you later.” The words sounded confident but you couldn’t shake how it sounded more like a question.
You stood too adjusting your bag onto your shoulder. "I doubt it."
You walked past him before he could say anything, but you could feel his eyes following you the entire way toward the classroom door.
That alone made your stomach flip.
Right before walking out, you glanced back over your shoulder one last time. Then gave him a small wave.
Cameron stared after you smiling to himself while you disappeared into the hallway.
Dance rehearsal finally ended close to nine and your entire body was worn out.
The music had been blasting for hours, your coach had been in a mood all night, and all you wanted at this point was a shower and your bed.
You walked out the building with your friends beside you laughing at something one of them said when another suddenly grabbed your arm.
You recognized that tone. “What?” you sighed.
Nobody answered which made you look up.
Cameron stood leaned against the hood of a black SUV parked near the curb, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie while talking to one of his teammates.
His head turned like he felt you looking at him.
Your stomach betrayed you.
The corner of Cameron's mouth lifted when he spotted you standing there.
"Mhm," another one of your friends hummed. "Quarterback waiting outside dance rehearsal for YOU specifically.
You rolled your eyes. "How do you know he's waiting for me?"
All three of your friend stopped walking just to stare at you.
“Please. That man looked at you the second we walked out.”
You tried fighting your smile while walking closer toward the parking lot.
Cameron pushed himself off the car once your group got near. His teammate muttered something to him before laughing and walking away.
Now his full attention rested on you.
It should’ve been illegal at how he was looking at you.
"You stalking me now?" you asked once he stopped in front of you.
Cameron looked down at you. "You say that like you hard to find."
One of your friends snorted loudly behind you.
You shot her a look while Cameron laughed under his breath.
The girls finally continued walking ahead leaving you alone with him underneath the glow of the campus lights.
The silence between you somehow felt comfortable.
"What are you doing here?" you asked shifting your weight onto one leg.
Cameron shrugged. "Wanted to see you."
Your brows pulled together because the honesty caught you off guard.
He noticed too because his smirk appeared right after. "You look shocked."
He waved you off. "You just don't trust me yet."
That shut you up because he wasn’t entirely wrong.
Cameron started walking beside you toward the parking lot like there was never a question about whether he was walking you to your car or not.
"You hungry?" he asked after a minute.
You looked over at him suspiciously. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"A simple yes or no would've worked."
You rolled your eyes. "Yes."
You let out a laugh. "Cameron."
He looked down at you with a shrug. "You act like I asked you to marry me. It's food."
You tried so hard not to smile but Cameron had this irritating way of making you laugh when you wanted to stay guarded.
"You are very persistent."
“You still ain’t give me your number yet either.”
You stopped walking near your car turning toward him slowly. Cameron looked satisfied with himself like he already knew he was winning you over little by little.
"You’re not tired of asking?"
Your eyes narrowed playfully. "What if I say no again?"
Cameron stepped closer just enough to make your heart beat harder. "Then I ask again tomorrow."
The confidence in his voice should not have affected you as much as it did. You stared at him before sighing dramatically and holding your hand out.
A grin spreads across Cameron’s face. "See," he said pulling his phone from his pocket quickly. "Knew you liked me a little."
You snatched the phone from his hand typing your number in before handing it back to him.
Cameron looked down at the contact before glancing back up at you with a smirk. "That don't even sound convincing."
You fought a smile but failed miserably. “Whatever.”
He laughed before sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Aight, let's go."
"I can just follow behind you."
You raised an eyebrow. "No? Afraid I'll drive home instead?" you teased.
Cameron took a few steps backward toward his SUV before adding, "I'll have you back on campus at a decent time."
"Okay fine," you relented. "But you're paying."
The smile Cameron gave you made it seem like that had never been up for discussion. "Wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't."
You rolled your eyes. "Who told you that you were a gentleman?"
You shake your head. “Boy you ain’t shit.”
"You still gave me your number though."
"Keep talking and I'll take it back."
Before you could come up with a comeback, Cameron stepped around the vehicle and opened the passenger door for you.
"Thanks," you murmured stepping in.
He nodded once before closing the door.
A moment later he slid into the driver's seat, buckled his seatbelt, and started the engine.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, you glanced out the window hoping the darkness would hide the smile tugging at your lips.
Ten minutes into the drive and Cameron had already made you laugh three times.
He was talking about about random things that happened at practice while you occasionally laughed and shook your head at him.
Twenty minutes later the two of you sat across from each other in a small wing spot just off campus.
A basket of fries sat between you while Cameron worked through an order of wings like he hadn't eaten in days.
You watched him before finally asking. "How many girls have you brought here?"
Cameron looked up, the corner of his mouth twitched. "What kind of question is that?"
You pointed a fry at him. "You can't answer a question with a question."
Cameron laughed shaking his head. "You are nosey."
You shrugged. "I be curious."
Cameron looked at you over the top of his cup. "Me apparently."
You laughed, pleased with yourself.
The conversation died down for a moment before you spoke again.
"How long you been playing football?"
His expression softened a little. "Since I was seven."
Your eyebrows lifted. "Seven?"
"That's like... your entire life."
Cameron shrugged. "Pretty much."
A smirk slowly appeared on your face. "Are you any good?"
Cameron sucked his teeth. "Man watch out."
Your laugh came out before you could stop it. "I'm serious."
"You know exactly who I am."
"That wasn't my question."
Cameron pointed at you from across the table. "See? This why I don't like talking to you."
"Because I keep you humble?"
"Because you’re irritating."
"Real irritating." The smile on his face ruined any chance of it sounding convincing.
You leaned back in your chair crossing your arms with a knowing look on your face.
"How long you been dancing?"
A smile immediately found its way onto your face. "Since I was five."
"See? Now who's saying that's crazy."
You picked at a fry. "I always wanted to dance at an HBCU though."
That seemed to catch his attention. "Really?"
The question made you smile wider. "The culture."
"The halftime performances."
That earned a grin from him. "I knew that was coming."
You laughed. "You football players think everything revolves around y'all."
You threw a fry at him. Cameron caught it before it even reached his chest. The smug look on his face made you regret it.
Between talking about majors, professors, and childhood dreams, Cameron stopped feeling like this larger-than-life person everyone on campus seemed to know. He just felt like Cameron, funny, easy to talk to, and annoyingly charming.
“So you major in marketing?” He asked.
His eyebrows lifted. "That explains a lot."
You narrowed your eyes. "What is that supposed to mean?"
He pointed at you. "You talk too much."
Your mouth fell open. "I do not."
You laughed. "You've literally been talking this entire time."
"Yeah but my voice nice."
You stared at him. The confidence, the audacity, the stupidity. All rolled into one person.
“God help whoever has to deal with you every day.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
A comfortable silence settled between you as you reached for another fry.
You were in the middle of explaining something when the words slowly died in your throat.
Cameron was looking at you like he’d forgotten what you were talking about entirely. The look on his face made your heart rate pick up a bit.
You stopped talking. "What?"
"Why are you staring at me?"
A smile tugged at his mouth. "I'm listening."
Then leaned forward. "Hold on."
His thumb brushed lightly against the corner of your mouth.
Your entire train of thought disappeared.
"There." He leaned back in his seat. “You had sauce right there.”
You sucked your teeth. "You just wanted to touch me."
Cameron smirked. "That's what you got from that?"
Heat crept up your neck. "I'm just saying."
"You had sauce on your face."
Cameron shook his head laughing. "You’re too much."
His eyes dropped to his phone before he looked back at you “It’s getting late.”
You glanced toward the window and realized he was right. You completely lost track of time. "Wow."
Cameron stood up. "Come on."
You grabbed your bag while he tossed a few bills onto the table.
"Such a gentleman." you said sarcastically.
Cameron grinned shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say?”
You laughed as the two of you headed toward the door.
Back on campus, Cameron parked right by your car.
You opened the door before pausing. "Goodnight, Cameron."
Something about the way you said his name made him smile.
You shook your head laughing quietly before climbing out.
Cameron watched until you were safely in your car.
The next few weeks settled into a rhythm. Seeing Cameron became part of your routine.
He’d be waiting outside your classes more often than not, always claiming he was already headed that way anyway.
Your friend didn’t either.
Every time Cameron appeared, they exchanged knowing looks before looking at you. It was so annoying.
Lunches turned into study sessions. Study sessions turned into walks across campus. Walks across campus turned into spending entire afternoons together without either of you realizing how much time had passed.
Cameron started showing up after dance rehearsals, leaning against his car waiting like he didn’t have anything better to do. Which was ridiculous considering he was Cameron Cade.
The football team wasn’t much better. The first time you stopped by practice, one of Cameron’s teammates spotted you standing near the fence and yelled, “There go your girlfriend.”
You almost laughed at how quickly Cameron’s face changed.
His teammate gave him a look. “Yet.” Cameron didn’t have a comeback and you never let him live that down.
The texts became more frequent.
Look what they serving in the cafeteria.
He always found a reason to text you and you answered every single time. You stopped being surprised when his name lit up your phone. Stopped pretending you didn’t look for him after class. Stopped wondering if he’d show up because he always did.
Cameron had stopped feeling like a distraction and became someone you genuinely looked forward to seeing. Which would’ve been fine if it didn’t scare you a little, but you stopped worrying about what happened next and let yourself be happy.
The entire campus seemed to be outside.
Music blasted from speakers in the distance while students crowded every inch of campus. People danced in the streets, laughed in clusters, and shouted greetings every few steps as they passed familiar faces.
The smell of food floated through the air from vendors lined along the sidewalks while a dance circle had formed near the center of the crowd, drawing cheers every time somebody stepped into it.
“This is exactly why I love this school,” your friend said, grabbing your arm as the two of you pushed through the crowd.
You laughed. “You say that every event.”
“Every event proves me right.”
A smile tugged at your lips as you looked around.
The energy was infectious. Students wearing Greek letters strolled past. Someone was carrying a plate piled embarrassingly high with food. A group nearby was arguing over who had the best step team on campus. It felt like the entire university had shown up.
“Come on,” your friend said grabbing your hand instead. “Let’s get something to eat before the line gets ridiculous.”
You let her drag you toward the food trucks shaking your head while she continued talking.
A little while later, you and your friend had managed to claim a spot near one of the food trucks. A plate of jerk chicken, rice, and plantains sat between the two of you. You scoop up some more rice, your eyes drifting across the crowd for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Looking for someone?” your friend asked with a smirk.
Your eyes snapped back to her. “What?”
She laughed. “You heard me.”
You sighed, your shoulders relaxing. “I haven’t seen him today.” The words left your mouth before you could stop them.
Your friend’s expression softened. “Ya’ll really be spending a lot of time together.”
You gave her a look, lowkey already knowing where this conversation was headed.
“Are y’all like… a thing?”
You sucked your teeth. “Can it just be time well spent?”
Your friend held her hands up in surrender. “I was just asking.”
You shook your head smiling and stood up. “I’m gonna go get something to drink.”
You laughed as you walked away.
The line wasn’t bad just long enough for you to pull out your phone and scroll while you waited. A group of girls stood a few feet away talking loudly over the music. You weren’t paying attention at first, not until you heard a familiar name.
Your thumb paused over your screen.
“You talking about Cameron Cade?” one of the girls asked.
The other girl laughed. “Yep.”
The girl shrugged. “I was with him last night.”
“I’m serious.” The girl laughed again. “I was just with him last night.”
You stared at your phone, reading the same text message over and over without actually processing a single word. Maybe she was lying. Maybe she wasn’t. The problem was you didn’t know, and that bothered you.
The two of you had never established anything. Never had that conversation. Never put a title on whatever this was. So technically, he hadn’t done anything wrong.
That didn’t stop the sinking feeling settling in your chest.
You tried focusing on your phone again, but it was pointless. The girl kept talking, her friends hanging onto every word while she laughed and continued the story. Before she could get any further into detail, you shoved your phone into your pocket and stepped out of line.
The drink didn’t matter anymore.
The music seemed louder as you moved through the crowd, weaving around groups of students and trying to ignore the knot forming in your stomach. You weren’t even sure where you were going. Somewhere quieter, hopefully. Somewhere you could get yourself together before you did something stupid.
You looked up to find your friend making her way toward you.
“There you are,” she said before smiling. “Cameron is looking for you.”
Your eyes lift finding him standing a short distance behind her. Any hope of getting a minute to yourself disappeared when you saw him.
His attention was already on you.
You looked away before he could read whatever was written on your face. Your friend glanced between the two of you, her smile slowly fading as she took in your expression.
“You okay?” she asked carefully.
You swallowed and forced yourself to nod. “I need a minute.”
Something in your voice must’ve told her not to push because she simply nodded.
You turn in the opposite direction barely making it a few steps before you heard your name.
You didn’t stop until the music faded into the background and the crowd thinned enough for you to breath. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and shook your head, trying to get rid of the feeling sitting heavy in your chest.
“Didn’t know you were into chasing.”
Cameron’s voice made you snap your eyes open and turn around. A grin sat on his face from having finally caught up to you but when he got a good look at you, it disappeared.
His brows pulled together. “What’s wrong.”
You crossed your arms over your chest narrowing your eyes at him. “Were you with someone last night?”
He tilted his head at you. “Wha-“
You held up your hand. “Actually, don’t even answer that.”
Cameron frowned. “No, you asked now we’re talking about it.” “Yes, I was with someone last night, but it wasn’t like that.”
You gave him a knowing look. “Oh? How typical.”
Now it was Cameron’s turn to narrow his eyes. “What did you hear?”
He shook his head. “Nah, we’re not doing this. What did you hear?” His voice dropped lower.
You looked away. “She made it seem like it was like that.”
“And you’re believing her?”
“Can you blame me?” You held your hands out before crossing your arms back over your chest again.
A humorless chuckle left Cameron as he shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
“All this time we’ve been spending together and you still don’t trust me.”
You laughed softly, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “Come on, Cameron.”
“No.” His voice was firm. “No because I want to know.”
You swallowed. “This is exactly way I didn’t want to have this conversation.”
You shook your head. “Because I sound crazy.”
Cameron held your gaze. “I need more than that y/n.”
You let out a frustrated laugh. “It’s not my place to question you about things like that.”
Your eyebrows raised. “Are you going let me talk or are you going to keep interrupting me?”
“I want you to tell me the truth.” Cameron wasn’t letting up, it felt like he was physically pulling the truth out of you.
You huff. “Fine. What she said bothered me because I like you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” The words were out now with no room for taking them back.
“Yes.” Cameron says without hesitation.
You look away shaking your head. “You don’t get it.”
Cameron made a face. “What is there to get y/n?”
“I wasn’t supposed to catch feelings for you.” you blurt out.
“Why not? Cameron pressed stepping closer to you. Close enough to make you look up at him. The movement stole whatever response you’d been about to give.
You went quiet frowning up at him.
Cameron raised an eyebrow taking one finale step closer to you making you drop your arms and straighten up. “Answer the question.” he demanded.
"Let's not act like that reputation is non-existent."
He sucked his teeth waving you off. "Here you go with that bullshit again, acting like you know me based off of whatever you made up in your head.”
All you could do was roll your eyes.
Cameron shook his head. “When we first met? Cool. I understood it.” His hand motioned between the two of you. “You didn’t know me. You heard some stories, made your little assumptions, whatever.”
You opened your mouth. “My little assumptions?“
“Yes, your little assumptions” Cameron mocked.
Despite everything, the corner of his mouth twitched but it disappeared just as fast.
“We’re way past that now. You’ve spent all this time with me and you know how I move. Now some random girl says something and suddenly we’re back at day one.”
The conviction in his voice made your stomach twist.
He shook his head. “No, because I am tired of hearing about that reputation shit.”
You opened your mouth to argue but you he cut you off. “You like me, Y/n, and you heard what that girl said and started trippin.”
The confidence in his voice was infuriating.
You rolled your eyes again.
Cameron looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were standing here acting like liking him was a bad thing.
He took a step back. “You need to grow up.”
Your mouth fell open. “I need to grow up?” You gestured toward yourself.
“Yeah.” He nodded once. “Because you’re standing here arguing with me over something somebody else said instead of paying attention to what’s been right in front of you this whole time.”
You hated how much sense he made.
Cameron took another step back before you can respond. “I’ll see you later y/n.” he turned and walked away.
You stared at his retreating back before throwing your hands up. “Ugh!”
You weren’t even sure who you were more irritated with.
Ten minutes before halftime and you couldn't focus on anything. The dance team was gathered near the tunnel making final adjustments before taking the field. Some girls stretched, others ran through counts, everyone seemed locked in expect you.
You kept making adjustments to your uniform until you let out a frustrated breath.
You'd spent the last two days trying not to think about Cameron and every time you replayed the conversation from the block party you got annoyed.
The audacity, you rolled your eyes just thinking about it because who did he think he was?
The nerve of him to stand there and tell you to grow up after following you across campus and forcing you into a conversation you hadn't even wanted to have in the first place.
The more you thought about it, the less upset you felt because if Cameron truly didn't care, none of that would've happened. He could've let you walk away, shrugged it off, he even could have told you it wasn't his problem and gone back to the party.
Instead he'd followed you, listened and argued with you. You hated where that realization was leading. Not because it was uncomfortable but because it made sense.
Your eyes drifted toward the sideline where the players were. Cameron was out there somewhere probably unbothered. The thought almost made you laugh expect, you didn't actually believe that anymore.
Not after the look on his face when you'd questioned him and the way he'd kept asking you the same question.
That question kept replaying in your head. It was the way he'd looked so confused by the idea that you weren't supposed to like him. As if the possibility had never crossed his mind.
A loud cheer erupted from the crowd, pulling you from your thoughts. You blinked and looked toward the field a small smile tugged at your lips.
Maybe Cameron wasn't the only one who needed to stop being hardheaded.
The whistle blew, signaling halftime.
You fell into line with the rest of your teammates trying to focus on the performance ahead of you instead of everything else occupying your mind.
The stadium buzzed with excitement.
The band was already preparing to take the field.
Students filled the stands.
You were adjusting your gloves when you felt someone step beside you.
Your eyes cut toward Cameron and a frown pulled at your lips.
The corner of his mouth lifts. "That's the look you got for me?"
You rolled your eyes. Cameron nudged your shoulder hard enough to knock you out of line.
The side eye you gave him was lethal. "You don't have anything else better to do?" you asked.
Cameron shrugged looking down at you. "I was worried about you."
You shook your head stepping back into line. "I thought you said I needed to grow up."
That didn't stop him from stepping directly into your line of sight. "Have you?"
The teasing in his voice made you roll your eyes even harder.
Cameron lifted his hand and placed his index finger beneath your chin lifting it until you were looking at him.
You pressed your lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
One of the coaches yelled for the players, Cameron dropped his hand and took a step back.
"Break a leg." Then he turned and jogged off the field.
Gosh he made it impossible to stay upset.
The halftime performance came and went.
Before you knew it, you were back in the stands watching the game.
The final minutes of it felt endless.
You were supposed to be sitting with the rest of the dance team, but at some point you’d found yourself standing.
Along with everyone else.
The stadium buzzed with nervous energy as the offense lined up one last time.
The ball snapped and the crowd came alive. Players collided at the line, bodies moving in every direction as the play developed. Cameron disappeared behind a wall of jerseys before suddenly breaking free.
The screaming around you got louder as Cameron took off down the field. Every person in the stands seemed to rise to their feet at once.
Twenty yards. Fifteen. Ten. Five.
The noise that followed was deafening. Students rushed the field while the band poured onto the turf. Teammates swarmed Cameron before he could even celebrate, and within seconds the entire stadium had dissolved into complete celebration.
Beside you, the dance team was losing their minds.
You laughed as one of your friends nearly knocked into you.
You were still celebrating with your teammates when someone suddenly grabbed your wrist.
Your head snapped around. “Cameron-“
One hand landed on your waist as he pulled you toward him, and before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours.
You froze, completely caught off guard. The noise of the stadium seem to fade because all you can do is focus on Cameron. The fact that he was kissing you infront of everyone.
When you finally came back to yourself, the laugh that had been threatening to escape you all night disappeared into the kiss instead.
Cameron smiled against your lips like he knew exactly what you were thinking.
The hand on your waist tightened briefly as he pulled you closer. Then, noticing your arms still hanging awkwardly at your sides, Cameron grabbed your wrists and guided them around his neck.
The move pulled you even closer into him.
Your fingers found the back of his neck as you finally relaxed against him. His hand settled against your waist while his lips moved against yours with an ease that made your heart stutter.
Like he wasn’t worried about the crowd, the game, or the fact that half the campus was probably watching.
Your fingers traced along the back of his neck as you pulled him closer, and in the back of your mind you found yourself wondering why you’d spent so much time fighting this.
Especially when kissing him felt this right.
When he finally pulled back, both of you were smiling.
“You done?” you asked, trying and failing to sound annoyed.
Cameron shook his head. “Can you stop acting like that?”
Your brows furrowed. “Acting like what?”
He looked at you like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Stop acting like I don’t want you.”
Cameron took a breath. “Be mine, I don’t want anybody else.”
He looked nervous and that might’ve been your favorite part of the night.
You shook your head. “Because.” You smiled. “You really got on national television and made a fool of yourself.”
“Yes.” You nod. “A fool.”
Cameron eyes narrow. “You got a funny way of saying yes.”
You smiled wider while you reached up and grabbed his jersey. “Good thing I am saying yes.”
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