Mr. Player

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OH YEAH! I MIGHT ADD A SHANNON POV OR A LOGAN POV!

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*Cameron's POV*

I woke up and looked at the clock, it was 7am. Today is Sunday, one of my least favorite days even though it's on a weekend.

I roll out of bed and take a shower, I blow dry my hair and I put on a white crop top shirt and skinny jeans, I put on white converse and put my hair in a braid to the side.

I walk downstairs and see my Aunt in the kitchen. Hm, should I scare her? I think I will.

I run back upstairs and scream as loud as I can.

"Cam?! Sweety!! Where are you?!" My Aunt yells running up the stairs.

I run into my closet and close the closet door. I sit down and grab my air horn.

I look through the cracks of the door and see my Aunt looking everywhere.

"Cam! Sweety! Where are you?!?!" My Aunt is now screaming, I chuckle as I see a baseball bat in her hand.

I see her start to move to my bathroom, so I open the closet door and quietly runs towards her.

I pull the trigger on the air horn and my Aunts screams and swings the bat.

The bat hits me and I scream, I fall to the ground and curse. "Shit! That hurt!"

"Language!" My Aunt snaps, does she even care about my face, or that she just hit me with a bat? No, she only cares about my language.

I roll my eyes and I hold my face with my hands. I groan as the pain gets worse.

"Sweety, that's what you get for scarin me. Now let's go get that cleaned up." My Auntie says like she's talking to a five year old.

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I have a huge bruise on my face and it hurts a lot!

I Skype Shannon so I can ask her questions. She answers the face call and she gasps as she sees my horrible beaten up face.

"What happened?!?!?!" She yelled through the Laptop.

I hear Brandon in the background yelling at Shannon, "Stop yellin Shannon!!" I roll my eyes.

"A baseball bat, happened." I mutter and feel my face. I wince at the pain, I put my ice pack back on my face.

"What?!?!?!" Shannon yells at the top of her lungs.

Her bedroom door swings open and Brandon walks in yelling, "Shannon I love you but please just b-" Brandon looks at her computer and gasps. "Shit! Cameron! What happened?!?! Was it those three again?!" He yelled running over to her computer.

"No, a baseball bat just hit my face." I mutter, I touch my face again and I scream out in pain.

"Who?! I'm coming over to take you to the hospital." Brandon yells while running out of the room.

I keep talking to Shannon, "So Shannon?" I wiggle my eyebrows, "Have you and Logan kissed?"

"No, we haven't, we are both waiting until we're older. It proves how much we love each other, some people say we're to young to be in love but honestly everyone knows we are." Shannon giggles and eats a pickle. That girl and her pickles.