Fulton sat glaring at the combat boots he was wearing. He just couldn't believe she would do this to him. Sure, he hadn't told any of his team mates that they were going out, but that didn't mean she could fool around with them. And even now she swore it had been an accident, and that she would never do that to him intentionally. 'Yeah, right. I'm just going to forgive her and pretend that I never found the picture of her and Dean kissing,' he thought angrily.
Kurt shuffled into the room and sat down on the chair beside Fulton. He considered comforting the big enforcer, but decided against it. Fulton deserved to know the truth. He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fulton, I know you're mad, but you have to believe her. She's telling the truth," he insisted quietly.
"How do I know that? You're her best friend, so of course , you would cover for her. i can't believe this or you. Why should I even consider this?" Fulton snapped.
Kurt swallowed hard and lowered his head. Neither Fulton or himself, saw the door crack open a teany sliver. He looked back up at Fulton .
"I don't know why you should believe her. But if you don't listen to anything else I say, listen to this. You are doing exactly what you told her not to do. You told her that having to trust someone is hard but it is easier if you really love them. Are you backing up your own words, Fult? Or does she mean nothing to you?" he answered, never breaking eye contact with Fult.
Fulton scowled, hearing his own words being thrown back in his face. Of course she meant something to him. She had meant everything to him. But, he would never tell her that. He didn't have the guts. The door clicked shut and he turned around to see her standing there. Her eyes were red from crying and her hair was tangled. He caught his breath, and pushed away his sudden thoughts. But one kept popping up over and over.
'She looks so beautiful, even now,' he shoved the thought aside.
"Well?" She whispered.
"Well, what?"
"Are you going to answer his question? Do I mean anything to you? Do you not love me the tiniest bit?"
He clenched his jaw, angry at the overflow of emotions. He got up from his seat and went up close to her. Close enough to just lean in and touch her lips. He took a second to catch his breath. He almost caved but all the anger flooded back to him.
He looked her straight in the eye. She shrank back, feeling the hatred pushing her away. Fulton grabbed her arm and pulled her back. He wanted to shake her, hit her, scream at her, comfort her, forgive her, kiss her, and hurt her all at the same time. But, his anger consumed all of those feelings in the end. He dug his fingers into her arm until her eyes were filled with pain and fear.
"You want to know how I feel? Okay! Fine! I feel angry, betrayed and hurt. You are such a two-faced bitch. You hear me, Mickey? A bitch." He growled.
Tears filled her eyes and her free hand rose to slap his face. He flinched. He couldn't help had slapped him before and the hand print had been imprinted on his face for the rest of the week. But all she did was choke back a sob. Her eyes squeezed shut, and two tears slid down her cheeks. She tore away from his grip, and walked away quickly.
"What's wrong? I thought you of all people, would be used to being called that," he sneered.
She started to tremble and Fulton heard small sobs escape from her direction. That's when she turned, walked over to him and slapped him across the face.
"You don't understand, you probably never will, so I might as well explain." She shrieked.
Cameron drew in a breath and let it out shakily.
"So many people have called me that, even all the people who are in this stupid house. Except for you. You were the only one who had never called me that, the only one who looked past all those rumors and stories about me. Until now. Now you are just like everyone else. I wish you, all the happiness in the world, Fulton. I hope you find joy in conforming in the very things that you ran from." She exclaimed, her voice breaking four or five times.
Fulton blinked, and felt a sudden guilt and shame wash over him. He reached out to her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me. And do you want to know what the worst part is, Fulton? I still love you. I don't know why the hell I do, but I do. So good-bye Fulton. Have a good life." She choked.
And with that she turned and stormed off into the kitchen. Fulton just stood there, starting to feel the sting of both her words and the slap. He, then heard Miss Mackay telling everyone to come outside for the class lesson. He slowly meandered outside with the rest of the guys and the kitchen staff. And the two girls. Well, all except for Arthur, who was in a wheelchair and had always refused to be carried outside like a doll. And Cameron who decided cooking was a better idea.
Fulton sighed and filed onto the park bench with the others. While inside Arthur went into the kitchen to find Cameron. But she wasn't there. He frowned and wheeled back to the living room. Suddenly, the front door slammed.
"Mick! Cameron? You there?" He shouted.
He wheeled over to the screen door and opened it, just in time to see her run off.