This is kind of like the last time, but not really...(Self)
Obviously, you're an expert at leaving in the middle of the night.
'You're getting drunk over a broad who gave no fucks about you, why?' He thought to himself as he exited the bar of the Manor. That was the original plan, that got scraped when his sense finally kicked. Then it was "harass" Adele, but he wasn't too sure where she was and she didn't exactly find the need to bitch to her about his issues. So, Cameron found himself completely sober and heading back up to his room.
Yes, he was hurt. But then the hurt turned into pure annoyance quickly. She was upset and sad, she was hurt. Yeah, he called bullshit on that one. To him, she had no reason to be upset because if it was plain and dry as that other dude who she seemed to still be in love, why the fuck did she suddenly care about his feelings anyways? Plus, everyone coming to her aid and defense when she even knew she was in the wrong, made him scoff. But what did he expect? He had no real ties to this place, no one was loyal to him, and at the end of the day he was just 'that guy she had a crush on'. Never mind the fact that he caught feelings and actually cared about her. No, of course that wasn't taken into account. And he wouldn't bring it up either, that made him feel like a little bitch. And Cameron Rhodes was NOT a bitch. But he did end up getting made to look like a fool and an idiot over the course of what...24 hours?
So with all of that in mind, the decision was easy. He'd be gone by the morning. He had no place here, never did. Hence the first time that he left. Part of it was over he, he couldn't sit back and watch her feel sorry for herself one day and then fawning over the other guy the next. Nor did he think he needed to be here, everyone was apparently leaving, this place was falling apart by the seams. So, no better time than now.
Pushing open the door to his bedroom, Cameron sighed as he ran his hand down his face. He didn't know where to begin as he grabbed his suitcase and tossed it onto his bed. Going into his drawer at his nightstand, he grabbed the carton of cigarettes he hadn't touched since he arrived and his cell phone. Lighting the stick, Cameron took a drag from it and felt a slight amount of relief wash over him. It was temporary, but it was something. Looking back at the phone in his hand, Cameron messed with the phone in his hand and was ready to call his mom and just demand he was going home. But that would lead to an arguement that wasn't worth having.
So, what was he going to do? Just fucking leave, go home, and randomly show up on his parents doorstep after reuniting with his crew and getting fucked up in celebration of his return from rehab without giving a single fuck. He'd risk the battle that it would bring. He just couldn't stay in this place anymore. Finishing up that cigarette and lighting up another, Cameron carelessly tossed the phone to the side and moved to his drawer to start throwing his things into his suitcase. He was really doing this...in the middle of the night. As he was tossing the contents of his room into bags, two people popped into his head.
Wesley and Adele. "Fuck" He muttered to himself. Yes, he wasn't close to too many people, but out of everyone besides....her, Adele and Wes had managed to find themselves as people Cameron was close to. He didn't know if he should say anything or not. The answer was fairly clear, he left Wesley without saying anything before and didn't think it was right. But Adele...that would be a hard one. After last night...he didn't think he could just go away without saying goodbye, hell he found this goodbye to actually be hard somehow. He could just picture the look on his face and that just...no.
Augh, THIS was why he didn't find himself close to people. For one, they crush you and give no fucks about it...like she did. And two, you find yourself too attached to people you never thought you would, hence making you care and be vulnerable, which would then lead you to point numero uno. Throwing one last t-shirt into his suitcase angrily Cameron shut the bag and plopped down on the bed again, contemplating his options.
Sighing, he grabbed his phone and sent off a quick text to a friend of his back home Heading back home within the day. We're fucking some shit up. Tossing the phone onto the bed and getting up, Cameron exited the room. He'd leave tomorrow for good. Did he want to stay the night? Fuck no, he wanted out of this place as soon as possible. But even though he gave no fucks about anyone or anything, two people didn't deserve such treatment.
Yeah...he liked soulless Cameron better, this was a liability and too fucking emotional for his liking.
Less than 24 hours and he'd be out of hell.
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