45 | the vulnerabilities and flashbacks.

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 —