||Friends to lovers||

✿Lakewood university✿

Cameron has never been okay with the idea of you around his friends, mostly afraid of you getting dragged into the bad habits he has himself, so when he sees you approach him and his friends, he hurries to get you away.

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Elias

Damien

Blake

Now we are in to the trouble makers of Lakewood!!! after all these are done, we will move on to alt scenarios, so if anyone has ideas feel free to let me know!

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The smell of freshly cut grass and smoke filled the air as I leaned back against the cold brick of the school, one foot propped up on the low wall. Damien was pacing around, flicking his lighter on and off in the dimming light, Elias scrolling through his phone and laughing at some meme, and Blake—well, Blake was just being Blake, already half-done with his drink.

"God, you guys are impossible," I muttered, half to myself, as I took a drag from my cigarette. It was supposed to be a chill smoke break, but of course, it never stayed that way for long with this crowd.

"Chill out, Cam," Damien said, tossing his lighter back into his pocket and flopping down next to me, his head tilted back and eyes to the sky. "You need to stop acting like you’re the babysitter of this crew."

I shot him a playful glare. "I’m the one who keeps things from getting out of hand. You’re welcome." Elias grinned, nodding. "True, Cam's the one that keeps the noise down when Blake starts messing with the fire alarm," Blake rolled his eyes dramatically. "Omg! It was one fucking time, let it be, fucking assholes" Blake mumbled the last bit annoyed.

I laughed and threw the cigarette down, stepping on it. "Yeah, yeah, but enough about you, man. We’ve got bigger problems to deal with." Damien smirked and stood up. "Like what? Another trip to the dean’s office?"

"Like," I said, my attention suddenly shifting as I spotted them—a friend of mine, walking across the field, looking way too clean-cut and out of place for this scene. My stomach dropped a little.

They were headed right toward us, walking in their usual serious, reserved way—always the goody two-shoes, always straight-laced. I didn’t want them to see this mess we’d gotten ourselves into. Hell, I didn’t want them anywhere near us.

I quickly flicked my cigarette away and stood up, brushing off the back of my jeans. "Guys, we’re about to have company," I said, my tone a little sharper than usual. The guys turned their heads, but none of them said anything. They weren’t exactly thrilled about the situation either.

I caught their eye from across the way, and my stomach dropped even more. They didn’t see my group yet, but it was only a matter of time before they realized where they were heading. I didn’t want them anywhere near us, especially not in the state we were in.

I started walking toward them before anyone else could catch on. "Hey," I said, my voice steady, trying to hide how annoyed I felt about this whole situation. "What are you doing out here?"

They didn't answer, just kept walking, clearly unaware that I was closing the distance between us. My voice dropped slightly, softer now, trying to keep them from seeing the concern behind my words. "You shouldn’t be out here. It’s... not safe."

Their expression didn’t change, but I could see their gaze shift toward my group. They stopped for a second and looked back at me, clearly debating something in their mind.

"I’m serious," I said, taking another step closer, trying to keep my tone casual but firm. "You need to get out of here before—" Before I could finish, they started walking faster, clearly trying to avoid the situation, maybe even me.

I blinked, shocked, and my heart skipped a beat.They were walking away.I wasn’t about to let that happen. Not when I could feel the tension already rising in the air.

"Hey!" I called out, my voice sharp, but my steps quickened. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?" My hand shot out and grabbed their arm firmly but gently, stopping them in their tracks. I wasn’t going to let them walk away from this. Not now. I couldn’t.

"You can’t just walk away, okay?" I said, my voice lower now, but filled with urgency. "You don’t belong here. You’re not a part of this mess, so don’t start thinking you are." They stared at me, obviously surprised by how close I was standing to them now. Maybe even a little taken aback. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t let them get involved in something they didn’t understand.

I gave their arm a reassuring squeeze, though I wasn’t sure if it would make them feel any better. "Come on," I said, finally letting go. "We’re going back to the dorm. You don’t need to be here with us right now." They still didn’t say anything, but I could tell by the way they stood there, frozen, that they knew I wasn’t going to let them go. I turned my back to the group, signaling that we were leaving. "I’ll explain later, alright?"

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