**CAMILLA RENéE**
KINGSTON HIGH.
It’s fall so the weather’s only going to get colder. With the arson caseying down, for now, I got up slightly better than the previous day.
The only thing weighing me down was Dn. Our conversation early this morning.
Ugh.
After getting dressed, I threw my legs down the stairs, turning my head through the entire living room to catch a glimpse of everyone at the same time.
They were all seated at the dining table.
My parents. Dn’s. ke of course. Then weird me strutting towards them.
Hopefully, Dn changed his mind about ying. I
“Good morning,”
I murmured to their hearing, pulling a seat for myself.
They acknowledged in their way and we ate in silence. ke didn’t speak a word other than nodding his head.
I heard one stair creak, my head snapping in that direction.
Dn was strolling down the stair slowly, he had a head warmer over his head concealing the bandage used to cover the wound there.
His pants covered the bruises on his knee, but he took each step carefully showing he wasn’t too good on his feet.
“Good morning.”
He greeted, reaching the table.
His chair was rtively close to mine, while my head was ducked trying to minimise as much contact as possible.
****
“I’m never doing that again.”
Dnmented after we cleared our tes.
“Doing what?”
“What happened at the table this morning. It was weird.”
He added snorting loudly. I agree.
“I did tell you to stay home. Whose fault is it?”
I asked, picking my bag over the couch approaching the front door.
“Brandon.”
He hissed causing a chuckle to fall off my lips.
“Right..”
I trailed off elerating my footsteps so I could leave before him.
“Tomorrow, I’m on my bike again.”
He whined over again as we got in separate cars.
****
“Cami, I get the feeling that we should talk about what hallst night.”
He suggested after getting down from our parent’s cars.
I paused for a second giving him the chance to catch up.
“They’re not much to talk about, it waste. I was in my feelings and I blurted something which didn’t make a lot of sense, that’s all.”
I cut in with a forced smile.
He reciprocated it without any furtherments. That’s solved. Thankfully.
It’s our turn to head over, so the bus was parked in the lot awaiting everyone’s entry.
I mumbled a prayer seeking help so nothing goes wrong today.
****
We were close to the school by now but then something weird happened. The bus suddenly stopped and came to a halt. The driver got down alongside some teachers to see what went wrong.
“Okay students. It seems like we have a faulty engine. Not fatal but it’ll take a while to get a mechanic and fix it. Today’s game might be dyed or cancelled.”
He announced and a peel of excitement surged through me.
There was muffled groans and snorts on the bus. I had more or less mixed feelings.
**AN HOUR LATER**
A packed bus filled with almost one hundred students had drastically reduced to less than twenty.
Most of them stepped out in groups and began walking towards Richmond High. They should’ve gotten there by now.
I couldn’t risk it especially with Dn’s leg so I sat patiently waiting for the bus to get fixed.
I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t, it would mean Dn has more time to rest for tomorrow.
The students left were mostly cheerleaders, Dn’s teammates and a few others.
“Okay, I’m fucking bored. Let’s y a game or something.” Pa’s minion drawled out dramatically. I think her name is Yvonne possibly.
“Finally! Someone with a n. What do you have in mind?”
Another student from the back, siding her im.
I nearly snorted at them both. Not someme Highschool game. Again.
“Truth or dare.”
Pa chirped and I rolled my eyes. Of course. Predictable.
“You ying?”
Dn asked behind me. I shook my head In negation making him chuckle. He’s been silent since earlier, barely uttering more than ten words
“Could you y though? I want to have the opportunity to kiss you again.”
He whispered right below my corbone.
I shuddered all too quickly. It wouldn’t be a bad idea.
****
“Truth or dare Nate…”
A random guy asked. The guy known as Nate had his hands over his jaw, contemting an answer.
“Truth…” He finally responded.
“Who’s do you think is the hottest girl on the bus right now.”
I rolled my eyes at their stupidity.
Hot? Really?
“Cami…”
He mumbled freezing my thoughts.
“W-what….”
I stuttered and some students cooed.
Dn tensed up beside me and I swear I couldn’t believe what I heard. First, I’m not “hot”pared to Pa and the others on the bus, and the second which is frankly nerve-wracking, he called me hot.
You don’t call a girl “hot”
The bus is hot. ssrooms are hot. Not a fucking person. I clenched my jaws, anger coursing through my veins.
“Speak of the devil. Cami, truth or dare.”
The same guy asked.
“Truth.”
I answered without thought.
“Are you in love with Dn?”
He asks narrowing his gaze at me. A smirk yed on his lips.
Dn’s teammates had already begun giggling, most of them thought I’m by far swoon. Anyone on the bus would yell yes without thinking twice.
Fuck them all.
I’m not them.
“No.”
I answered firmly, ring harshly at him.
“Great news. The bus is ready and we’re good to go.”
A teacher announced in the middle of our intense game.
That’s how it ended.
Iid back in my seat and heaved arge sigh, Dn still seated inches away, his haggard breathing loud enough for me to hear.
****
The bus came to a halt and we stepped down one after the other. Dn brushed by me without so much as a word, I hurriedly got down and caught up wondering what had gotten to him.
“Are you still going to y? It’ste”All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
“Yeah, if they’re still a game to be held.”
He replied without turning back.
Looking ahead, I notice Brandon and his teammates approaching.
Dn halts and I quickly catch up.
“Emerton. d to see you’re up and well and I sincerely hope no more idents happen on the field.”
What’s this supposed to mean?
My breath hitched and I let out a tiny gasp.
“I’ll be fine.”
Dn reassures me like he sensed my fear. I nodded quickly.
Just as before, I waited in a corner while he got ready and talked to some of his teammates.
“Hi.”
A voice greeted me, it sounded familiar, when I turned back it was the guy from the bus.
Not the guy that asked the questions but the other one… Nate, I think.
“Nate right?”
I asked with a smile.
“Yeah. I just wanted to say “hi” you know. I haven’t seen you as a cheerleader though, I think I would notice someone as beautiful as you.”
He tters causing a tiny blush to creep up my cheeks.
“I’m not a cheerleader.”
“You should consider it.”
He teases, I chuckled deeply.
“So, I have to go y now, but I hope we can pick this back upter. I would like to get to know you.”
“Umm…”
I chuckle nervously, reaching for a strand of my hair.
“What’s happening?”
Dn cleared his throat behind us.
I tilted my head to catch a glimpse of him.
He takes his stance beside me, shooting teachers at Nate.
He’s angry? Again?
“Beat it, Nate.”
He growled.
Nate lifted his shoulders, facing him with a straight face, clearly not phased.
“Can’t I talk to a girl anymore?”
“Not “my girl.”
Dn retorts almost immediately. My eyes widen.
“It’s fine Nate. I’ll see youter.”
He offers me a smile before leaving. After he’s out of sight, I swerve my body and turn towards Dn, an annoyed look ying over my features.
“Excuse me, I think I didn’t hear you quite alright. Did you call me “your girl” ”
I bashed, ensuring to quote his exact words.
“Don’t answer that.”
I hold a finger towards his face.
“Firstly it was “she’s mine” I figured it was sweet, I overlooked it, but now it’s “your girl” If you haven’t noticed, you’re being straight up possessive. It’s even worse because we aren’t together Dn! You do not own me. You don’t get to re at every guy that tries to speak with me. You don’t.”
I warned, nearly poking him in the chest.
“Good luck with the game.”
With that, I turn in any direction and start away in a rage.
****
*Author’s Note*
*Welp! I slept off the other time. Apologies! Anyway, let’s hear from the audience. What do you think Dn truly sees Cami as?*