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Cam
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
I awoke the next morning to the sound of my RAZR blasting "Dirty Little Secret" by The All-American Rejects.
"What?' I mumbled, instantly confused. Who's ringtone is that?
I sat on the bed in confusion as the song stopped, signaling that the call had went to voicemail.
I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock that hung on my dark blue walls. 12:09. I had slept the morning away.
Or cried.
But, no one was ever going to know. I couldn't cry over a girl.
I wouldn't cry over a girl.
That just wasn't the Cam Fisher way.
I reached over to my green Pottery Barn desk and grabbed my silver phone, checking to see who had called. And, when her name flashed on the screen, I felt a wave of nausia roll through me.
Claire.
But wait a minute. Her personal ringtone was "Stolen" by Dashboard Confesions. How and the heck did-
I'll keep you my dirty little secret...
As the phone started playing again, I jumped, acidentally dropping it to the ground. I didn't even mind.
I had so many questions running through my head.
1.) Who the heck messed with my ringtones?
2.) Why was Claire calling me?
3.) Should I answer?
4.) If I did, what would I say?
I flopped back down on my bed as the song ended again, face-planting into a pillow.
"Dirty Little Secret" played five more times in a matter of ten minutes. And, by that time, I wanted to just answer it to tell her to leave me alone.
It wasn't until "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana played, that I actually dragged my butt out of bed and answered the phone.
"Hey," Derrick greeted, "so, how are you feeling?"
"Uh, fine." I lied, changing out of my gray sweats and into an old pair of Deisels. I looked at my reflection in my mirror, which was also my closet door, and knew that I was far from fine. Well, at least from the emotinal aspect.
"Good, cause today it's official. We're all single!" Derrick raved, a hint of desperation in his voice. I knew he wasn't trully happy about it.
I paused. "Wait. Josh broke up with Alicia?"
"No," Derrick huffed, obviously jealous that Josh still had a girlfriend, "I told him that he couldn't hang with them, 'cause they're stalkers, but, he said 'too bad'. I mean, I can't really make him break up with her...if he likes her then, well, I'm not going to stop him."
"Uh, huh," I droned mindlessly, as my phone indicated I had a call waiting. I already knew who it was. Why couldn't she just leave me ALONE!
"Dude, what's wrong?" Derrick asked, a trace of worry in his voice. Derrick could be a good friend when he really wanted to.
"Um, nothing," I replied, reaching in my closet for a clean shirt, "Actually, I was wondering, were you the one who messed with my ringtones?"
Derrick laughed. "Yeah. You're the worst at noticing stuff. I stole it while you and Harris picked up our Happy Meals at Mcdonalds last night. Then I just sat it back on the dash...you didn't even notice. I even got Plovert to call you last night, but you must have been asleep. The ringtone you had for me was the only one I didn't change. Did you notice Claire's?"
As if on cue, Call Waiting flashed on the screen. I groaned. "Uh, yeah, I noticed...she won't stop calling me!" I slipped on my red Volocom tee and sat down on my blue beanbag in annoyance.
"If you had Nikki on your phone, I would've put that ringtone for her." Derrick chuckled, ignoring me.
"Nikki is just a friend, "I hissed, "heck I don't even talk to her anymore!"
"That's not what your Clairebear thinks..." Derrick continued, not seeming to notice the hurt in my voice when I even talked about anything Claire-related.
"Derrick please..."I said, trailing off. What was I supposed to tell him? Don't say her name because it makes me weak? Don't say Nikki because it makes me want to ever regret meeting her? Don't say I cheated on her, because that's what she thinks, and she's dead wrong?
I heard squeaking at Derrick's end of the line, waking me from my thoughts. It took me a moment to place it.
"Derr," I half-laughed, "please tell me your not playing with the Hot Wheels toy you got in your with your cheesburger."
"Uh..."he hesitated, "no, I'm..."
"Save it."
"Whatever, " he responded, "Listen I got to go-"
"Hitting up Mcdonalds, again? I hear they're starting to give out Webkinz keychains." I joked running my hand through my shaggy hair. It was so fun to mess with Derrick.
"No, I'm going girl scouting. Wanna come?" Derrick asked, hope evident in his voice "It'll get your mind of Cllaaiirrrrreee." He sang joyfully.
"Don't say her name anymore," I spat, "I'm sick of it."
"Okay dude, I won't mention... her... anymore." Derrick promised, his tone a tad stung "call you later, alright?"
"Sure," I answered, "bye."
I snapped my phone shut just as it rang again.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret...
I groaned. While I was on the phone with Derrick, Call Waiting had flashed three times. I was tired of dealing.
I gritted my teeth and answered, not waiting for her to speak. I knew what I was about to do was pretty wrong, but, isn't reading someone's personal journal even worse?
"Stop calling me!" I hissed, and shut the RAZR, throwing it against my wall.
I knew she'd get upset.
Good.
Now we can both hurt.
Okay, this chapter pretty much sucks, but I really wanted to get a chapter in before I head off to camp. I'm hoping to get another one in soon, but I'm not sure 'cause I still have to work on Seventeen Forever. The title to this story might change later, just a heads up, okay?
please, R&R!
-Paix et Adore