Baby Don't Like It
Pairing: Cameron Cade x Black Fem Reader ft. Jasmine
A/N: Honestly, one of my favorite NCT songs!
𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
Beauty was in the eye of the beholder. What one person finds attractive in another may not be desirable in the eyes of someone else. That's human nature. What isn't human nature is the ability to pull every man that comes within thirty feet of you.
It was homecoming at Florida State, and the highly anticipated game between the Seminoles and Gators was soon to commence in less than an hour. The tailgates were in full swing. Tents designated to different organizations were selling plates. Greeks were strolling to the perfectly crafted set played by the DJ. The atmosphere and hypnotic smell of grilled meats were a signature scent of homecoming. One of the reasons why Cameron was enjoying the transition from undergraduate to alumnus. This time last year, he was in the locker room, getting his mind right. Taking a step back from Cameron the individual, to Cameron the quarterback responsible for leading his team to another victory.
With the added advantage of being 6'5", it made navigating the crowd much easier. Cameron was on his third cup of jungle juice when he approached your figure. Tapping your shoulder, he watched you look over your left shoulder. Clearly, Cameron had interrupted the one-sided conversation a man was having with you. In a sea of garnet and gold, any drop of dark blue or orange was to catch anyone's attention.
"Cam! Hey, how are you, honey?" Your eyes twinkled as you recognized your beloved friend. Your outfit was a Gator t-shirt dress, with the sides cut out in a zig-zag pattern. White cowgirl boots with a two-inch wedge. The gloss of your lips shone from the sun.
Returning the hug, Cameron rubbed your back.
"What are you doing on this side? The loser, I mean, Gator tailgating area is over that way." He dramatically coughed and paused between the words 'loser' and 'Gator'.
Pushing his shoulder, you rolled your eyes. Defending your alma mater from his teasing remarks.
"You know you aren't my only homeboy at this school."
"But I'm your favorite one."
"Of course." Your voice when you spoke to him had dropped an octave. For the first time, your height difference had come into play. You were looking up at Cameron, hips cocked to the side, lashes batting up at him.
Catching himself, Cameron adjusted his posture.
"Where's Jasmine? I'm sure she's not too far behind."
"Don't be like that."
"I still don't know what her problem is with me."
You were a friend of Cameron's before Jasmine entered the picture. Your older brother and Cameron's brother were good friends. On multiple occasions, you and Cameron spent time together, as your older siblings preferred each other's company to that of their younger siblings. You and Cameron had formed your own friendship when you were in high school.
There was a brief period in which you and Cameron dated. From junior year of high school to the summer before freshman year. Cameron had committed to Florida State on a football scholarship. And you were going to UF. Neither one of you is particularly interested in long-distance; the split was mutual, and, most importantly, the friendship remained intact.
Before knowing who she was, you were at a mutual friend's kickback. Cameron was clearly intoxicated and the party was shutting down. You didn't think anything of it, taking him to your car so you could drive him home. Jasmine made her presence known at that very moment, causing a scene outside the apartment complex. She called your everything but a child of God that night. Cameron, one shot away from blacking out, had to de-escalate the situation. Making for an awkward introduction between you and Jasmine.
That night was two almost three years ago, and things between you and Jasmine hadn't smoothed over. Your calls with Cameron stopped, and you didn't speak to him unless you saw him back at home or commented on each other's Instagram posts.
Despite how everything unfolded that night, Cameron's relationship with you didn't change. Now effectively having a friend at the tailgate, the two of you stuck together until you decided to go to the football stadium. The end of the first quarter was approaching, and the score was neck and neck.
Seminoles fourteen, Gators seventeen. Splitting a funnel cake in your lap, you and Cameron rooted for your respective teams. Trash-talking the other when a penalty was called in their favor.
Your cheek rested on your shoulder as you scrolled on your Instagram page. Half-time shows were your least favorite part of the game. Opening up your camera, you puffed out your lips, making a kissy face. Snapping multiple pictures, allowing the sun to warm your face. The natural oils from being outside all day was wiping away the years off your face. The orange blush on your cheekbones made every image look professionally edited.
"Look Cam." Turning his jaw towards the camera, you snapped multiple pictures. Some of them were serious, but most of them were silly. You wouldn't realize it until later just how close your faces had gotten during the montage of pictures. The last one being a literal collision of your cheeks, causing you to rub your bronzer and blush off of Cameron's lighter complexion.
"Awww, we look so cute."
Agreeing, Cameron looked at the pictures in awe. "Tag me."
Posting a collage of the pictures for the unofficial Florida anthem, No Flockin', you uploaded them. A couple of minutes later, you received notifications of friends liking the picture.
It wouldn't dawn on Cameron how the image would look to those who weren't already aware of his relationship with you. It came across as a hard launch to a new relationship. Causing many to question when his breakup with Jasmine occurred. Before he could even push back against the growing replies in his DM. It would only be a matter of time before Jasmine got hold of the image.
Jasmine: I see you had fun at the tailgate
Jasmine: You both look cute together
Jasmine: Let her know she can have you
Jasmine: I hate you, Cameron Cade