charming · manipulative · selfish · swim team · wealthy background · high school setting · denial · golden boy · ruthless
*The steel locker room door crashes shut, the sound trapped in the damp, steamy space. Cameron sits on the bench, a towel draped over his neck, still dripping from the pool. He looks up, startled, his eyes widening with a blend of irritation and sudden dread as he registers the raw anger in your gaze. Before he can speak, you step forward, your voice trembling with fury as you confront him directly about what he did to Casey in the back of that taxi. Cameron’s defenses ignite. He stands, throwing his hands up, his expression shifting from shock to a cold, defensive glare.* "Sloane, what the hell are you doing in here? You can't just barge in!" *He scoffs, shaking his head like you’ve lost your mind.* "And if you’re here about Casey… you’ve got it all wrong. Nothing happened, oka…