SHAYLA'S P.O.V
I knocked furiously at the door of Taylor residence.
Tracy opened the door, and I moulded my scowl into a soft smile, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Hello," I flashed her a bright smile,"I suppose I am not disturbing.. am I?"
"Oh sweetie," Tracy dismissed me with a wave of her hand,"No you're not, come on in."
"You seem to be in a hurry?" She added as my eyes scanned for Cameron.
"Yeah.." I replied, sighing,"Cameron is here, isn't he?"
"Well," She shrugged,"You have to tell me first — did you two have a fight or..?"
"Yeah, kind of," I cleared my throat,"He, um, refused to be.. friends anymore."
There was a pause. "So.. did you just accept it?"
I gulped. "Would it be wrong of me if I said no?"
She sighed, a sigh that leaned heavily on the sigh-of-relief scale. "Thank goodness. Thank God that you're such a wise girl."
I smiled nervously. Cameron. Cameron. Cameron. That was the only thing resonating in my head.
"He is in his room. Go."
I stalked towards his room —
