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HEEEELLLLO!So i think a couple of you guys had a little pissy fit because i deleted the Cameron Dallas fanfic off here. I'm re posting it but not as a Cameron Dallas fanfic, but you can still keep it as that bc of the descriptions are really similar.

Chapter 1: An Awkward Situation

An awkward situation- that was how we met.

It was a sunny summer's afternoon- just kidding! The rain was pouring down outside on the biting mid-November morning. I was surprised there wasn't a friggin' blizzard yet, the temperature (according to my crappy Samsung phone) was -6 and I was pretty sure that as soon as I'd stepped foot outside, I'd get knocked out by a block of ice falling from the sky.

But what could I do? My mum was down with something and my dad was going down with her- stop sniggering you dirty minded creep- and parents? That's low. Yeah, so I had to go out to but the groceries. The good thing was that Aldi was only a ten minute walk away but I wasn't taking any risks, so I wore my: sweater, other sweater, leggings, sweatpants, two layers of fluffy pink socks, a coat that made me look double the size I was, gloves, a scarf, a woolly hat and boots.

It took me about 5 minutes to get ready but within those 300 seconds, it seemed to rain tub-fulls of rain outside.

Satisfied with my appropriate clothing, I grabbed the sturdiest umbrella I could find and stuffed a £50 pound not down my back pockets.

I stepped out into the gale force wind and practically sprinted through the rain to the shop. But with my amazing stamina, I walked into the entrance like a huffing panda- don't laugh I wasn't that far off with all the layers I was wearing. At least the warmth was nice.

After I caught my breath and placed my umbrella in some secluded corner where I was sure no-one would steal it , my body was burning up. Flapping my hands around didn't help so I unzipped my coat and put my scarf, hat and gloves at the bottom of my trolley.

First on my shopping list(by shopping list I mean groceries written on the back of a KFC leaflet) were tomatoes, so off I went to the vegetable isle. I was in the midst of choosing a tomato to add to my bag when a trolley bashed my in the hip, knocking me over the stack itself. The fruit tumbled sown and scattered all over the floor. My face was burning from embarrassment but I was thankful I had so many layers on, otherwise with the force of that trolley I would be finding bruises.. I looked up in rage and brushed the hair from my face in the process.

My eyes fell on the guy who I assumed knock me over and he was bloody grinning.

"What the hell!" I yelled at this guy and stood up to my full height only to notice that he was a full 3 inches taller than me. It wavered me a little bit, but I was furious and not about to back down. By God, this guy was hot. He had dark brown -almost black hair that was brushed back in the effortless "I just rolled out of bed" look and amazing brown eyes. They were like the Starbucks black coffee colour with flickers of gold here and there. He has a straight nose and amazing jaw line- I mean you could chisel rocks with that face. I then look him over, head to toe. He was wearing a pair of purple sweatpants and a pink tank top with Jordans on his feet. His sun kissed shoulders were splattered with droplets of rain- that I really wanted to lick off. Internally, I cringed- don't tell me he is gay, please please. He was the spark to any bonfire.

"Eh.. hum." he cleared his throat and I realized I was oogling him. The flush returned to my face and I rubbed the back of my neck to try and clear my thoughts. What was I about to say? Oh yeah the almost run over.

"You jerk! You knocked me over didn't you? Can't you see where you're going?" I hissed out at him. His grin just got wider and I really wanted to slap his beautiful face. He was fuelling my fire then.

"Oh my god! STOP GRINNING!" I yelled at last when I snapped. I was about to punch this stranger but he grapped my fist and pulled my hand down.

"Kay. But I don't think you need another tomato right now, considering you look like a huge one right here." his voice was like melted chocolate and I was drooling over it until what he said actually flicked a switch in my head. He called me fat! That dick! My body was suffocating in my coat so I took it off and threw it into my trolley.

"You freaking dickhead! First you hit me then you freaking insult me?!" I screech with my hands flailing around in the air. I saw his eyes get a tich darker and eye me over, the hell? I looked down and saw that my sweaters had ridden up to expose all of my midriff and the bottom of my bra.

"What you looking at?" He looked back up at me sheepishly as I pulled my sweater down frustrated. "Oh my lord! answer me or apologise or something!"

"Sorry but it weren't me. It was that dude down there." He pointed down the aisle where I saw a ten year old racing with his trolley causing destruction in his path. I frowned deeply and turned back around to see the guy now with a smirk on his face. I wanted to smack it off .

"Hmm." I shrug and move around to my trolley to hide my crimson face.

"What? No sorry?" He asked and I could practically hear the cockiness in it, so I just push my trolley further, swerving around the tomatoes.

"Whatever!" I throw over my shoulder. What a mistake! The second I turned my focus off steering my trolley, I tripped on a red fruit and went slap bang down on my butt. I felt the pain shooting all the way up me and I fell back.

"Do show your body off to everyone or is it just me? I'm taking that as a compliment." He smirks and my sweater has ridden up again.

"OH MY GOD!"

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It took me about an extra 20 minutes to finish off my shopping because of that stupid kid who spilt over the tomatoes. The shopping assistants wouldn't let me go until I paid for all the loss despite all me trying to explain it wasn't me. So there I was holding two extra bags full of tomatoes that cost an extra £10 for me.

The American kid (I realised after my brain actually managed to process him) who was too hot to be alive was just hiding behind some Special offer poster whilst laughing his head off. But before I left, I was sure to throw one of those fruits to his head . It made it yelp out in a high pitched girl voice and then he tried to cover it up with sneeze. I was laughing so bad there were tears streaming from my eyes so I probably looked like I escaped from a lunatic asylum to the people walking into the shop. That took 10 minutes.

The other ten minutes were spent by me trying to steer myself home. It was only my second week in this town and most of it was spent hunched over my laptop, so I hardly knew the paths and ways there. The new area was richer with larger houses facing each other and quite close to the main shopping area, but Aldi was right at the end so I was orienteering myself through the alleyways behind shops until I saw something familiar that brought me home.

Dumping the shopping in the kitchen and peeling off the coat I was wearing, I went upstairs to my room to do the usual; stalking hot guys on tumblr. The room was dark and smelt weird so I opened the curtains and shoved the window open. While doing so, I caught a whiff of my underarms and HELL, I jerked away. Whoah! Change of clothes needed!

I dived straight into my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of blue cotton shorts and a green tank top and laid them onto the bed. Feeling quite jumpy, I turned on my laptop and played Upgrade You by Beyonce. The tune was really catchy and I found myself singing madly alongside it. My hair was out of its ponytail, making the wild black curls bounce around with every move. Now I was dancing along doing random moves I learnt over the years.

"Introduce you to some new things and UPGRADE YOU!" My eyes were wide open and I was pouting while doing the Cupid Shuffle move. My sweaters were taken off together and thrown to the end of my bed. When the chorus came on again, I twirled around on the balls of my feet and-

"AAHH!" I screamed my lungs out. There, on the other side of my window in the opposite house was the guy from the shop. I wildly shot my hands out grasping for my tank top and held it against my chest for dear life. My eyes were like saucers and my breathing erratic.

Still holding onto my top, I stormed to the window and heaved the curtains closed- but I didn't miss the wink I got from him. That son of a-

CLANG

There was this sound from behind the curtains and I popped my head through the gap and peered outside. On the edge of the window sill was a pencil? I looked up to the neighbouring house and saw Mr Hottstuff with a piece of paper pushed up against the glass that read,

'What's there to hide? I liked it."

The scowl was set deep on my face and stared daggers at him , I just saw him chuckle and shrug.

I fake sobbed and shook my head- GOD WHY?

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All the suggestions from my friends about getting new clothes were bugging me. They told me before I had left and said it would help get new friends. I knew they meant well but I took it as an offence- you trying to say no one will be friends with me like this?

When I say bugging- I mean scaring me shitless, I was getting freaking nightmares of jeans chasing me and everything. So I gave in.

Today was warmer and much more sunny so I dropped the coat for a black oversized jumper with a white heart on it, black ripped jeans and some black Nike trainers. Now I come to think about it- I really did need a wardrobe change, I probably sound like a Goth with all the black I was wearing, but I really love black.

I decided to let my hair down in its wild curls after a shot of trying to straighten it and just getting the utensil stuck in my thick hair. After a second thought, I went back to get my obey snapback that was (surprisingly) also black. I must've looked like a emo-kidnapper person, only missing a balaclava.

My first destination was Topshop and considering I only had £100, I had to spend sparingly in this place. I was rummaging through a rail of pastel coloured clothing when a printed crop vest caught my attention. My hands were twitching to reach over to it but my mind was trying to steer me away from the monochrome material. It was too much to resist so I grabbed my size and stuffed it down my basket. NO GUILT.

Winter would be over in a few weeks, and I had loads of warm clothing laying around at home, therefore I decided to look for summery clothing. This shopping spree was for a burst of colour but I ended up getting mostly everything in my basket a shade from the greyscale. I was heading towards the counters to pay for my items but saw the red poster saying SALE from the corner of my eye, stopping in my tracks, I swerved around and directed that way.

The premier sight was pink. Dark pink to the Barbie pink. There was the entire alphabet of pink hanging off flimsy plastic hangers. That wasn't even the face-palming part. That part was that the pink was painted on bikinis. Seriously God, is this payback from breaking last lent's promise? Okay stop judging, how many of you have tried giving up Oreos for freaking 40 days? See, none. I couldn't help twisting those two delectable coco cookies apart and licking the frosting off. Was that crude only to my ears....

Maybe it was those calorie coated treats that made me avoid any swim wear for the past year. Okay, I wouldn't call myself fat but I had that little bit unwilling to submerge away and I hated it. I snapped out of my reverie and noticed my fingers were being chewed on . Glancing around quickly, I snatched them out and sighed noisily. I rummaged around the racks and found a less gaudy colour, closer to blood red than anything.

While trying to find my size, that was annoyingly near the back, the whole hangers started dangling off- threatening to fall. I pushed my thigh up against the fabric to hold it in place until I removed my size, but it just gave up and half of the bikini tops fell on my body and rest on the floor. I shook myself off and held onto my one for dear life. Maybe I could just creep away...

"Oi! What the hell- I ain't picking that up!" Apparently not. A shrill, high pitched voice cut through my thoughts and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from cringing. When I turned around, I saw it was a blond employee with chest long straight hair- that put my dark mane to shame- who was chewing on bubble gum really discreetly. Raspberry flavour; I could smell it.

"Err... Whoops.." I mumble out. With my super social skills, you'd be surprised I actually have friends. Well, had. Not since I moved here. I still had to start school and- Oh that was a fail. Stop laughing at me!

She's was still staring at me with those bid fake eyelashes fluttering, jutting her chest out and curling hair around her blue painted fingers. The black uniform was a shame because if it were fuchsia colour, I'm sure she could be a real life figure( like the ones in Disney land) of Barbie.

I decide to leg it. Not that I could get out of there, so I went to the counter to pay. My eyes were fixed behind my in case that chick came running after me and a soft caress on my wrist scared the hell outta me. Who the he-

"Hello, Miss." A croaky voice , probably the owner of the hand that touched me, made me look up. The cashier was a teenage guy who was presumably younger than me as he was shorter and very skinny, with ginger hair that fell into his green eyes and freckle painted cheeks . He had a smile so wide I could count his teeth. Didn't that hurt his cheeks?

I nod to acknowledge him and push the blue basket forward indicating him to hurry up. He was a boyish cute and kinda adorable so I looked back up and gave him a small smile. A smile just when he took out the scanty Bikini set, that for sure transformed into a grimace. He just set those green eyes on me and a devilish smirk set on. Then added in a wink for good measures.

Beyond uncomfortable, I adverted my eyes and shuffled my feet around. The black bag appeared in front of me and I tossed a £100 note back. I took the receipt and practically ran(over my own feet) out. I faintly heard a,

"Come back...soon."

from the same guy but it sounded forced and slightly deeper.

I rolled my eyes. What was it with these guys? Swear, I will never end up with one of them cocky guys, who know they're cute and are annoying about it. I will never.

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