Chapter Two


Cam sat up with a gasp as someone pounded on the door. Hard. It was Cecil. Looking around, she found she had fallen asleep on her desk, a sheet of math homework crumpled from where her head had been.

She rolled her eyes, heading for the door.

"Hey, Princess!" cried another voice sarcastically. She paused mid-step, her eyes narrowing. Kris.

She ripped the door open. "What do you want?" she spat, aiming it at Kris.

"Your head on a platter," he said with feigned politeness.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather have another pair of my underwear?"

Kris smirked. "Ah, so you liked the little present I left you?"

Cecil's brow furrowed for a moment before he decided he didn't want to know. He rolled his eyes instead. "Come on, you guys. Oh, and Cam, you've got ten minutes before we need to leave."

Cam groaned. "Seriously? You couldn't have woken me up earlier?"

Cecil shrugged turning down the hall.

"Come on, Cammie, dearest. We wouldn't want to be late for school, now would we?" Kris smirked, heading down the stairs.

Cam rolled her eyes. God how she hated him.

That morning, it was Kris's turn to drive.

The three of them piled into his bright orange 2006 Ferrari before heading for Lilly's house. Of course, Cam was stuck crawling behind the passenger seat to get to the back while the two boys sat up front. They started talking about sports or cars or whatever for about three minutes when they finally pulled into Lilly's driveway. Cecil had to step out for a moment so that she could crawl in. She stepped into the little two door car as if it were a sanctuary.

"Holy shit," she started in a whisper. It slowly grew louder until Cam could actually hear her. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, Cam, I'm in Kristopher Noble's car!" she rasped.

"Yeah, careful not to barf," Cam warned sarcastically.

Kris, since he wasn't deaf, just rolled his eyes in response. "Yeah, and if you do, aim it at Cammie," he called from the front seat, glancing into the mirror at her.

He received a hard kick to the back of his chair. He grimaced.

"Oh, Cammie, why can't you just admit that you love me?" he asked, backing out of the driveway, attempting to brush aside the momentary pain.

"Because openly despising you is much more fun," she retorted.

It was strange, he thought. The fact that Cammie openly despised him was a bit refreshing, seeing as no one else dared to do it.

But it also bothered the crap out of him.

Upon arriving at school, the people in the parking lot stopped and watched as Kris's sleek car pulled into the lot. Cecil got out first letting Cam and Lilly step out. Then Kris got out last. The entire lot, including all the boys, seemed to be holding their breath. Then, Kris flashed his cocky smile, showing nothing but teeth. It was as if the entire watching audience took a deep sigh of relief and went back to doing their business.

Kris then flanked Cam as they went to enter the building.

Cam didn't notice as all of the girls turned to watch her walk into the building, venom shooting from their eyes. She did, however, hear the whispers.

"I heard she slept with him just so she could get an invite to his party," one girl whispered.

"Yeah, I even heard that it wasn't even good," stated a different, equally high-pitched voice.

There was a small eruption of laughter from the group of girls as they passed; Cam felt heat rise to her cheeks.

"Shut your traps, barbies," Lilly snapped at them.

The amusement melted off their faces as they realized they hadn't been as quiet as they'd thought.

Kris didn't seem to notice or care. In fact, this was exactly what he wanted. Everything was going exactly according to plan.

Cam sighed, relieved to be alone at her locker. People passed by her, shooting deadly glares at her, but she did her best to ignore them. A couple guys wandered by, eagerly looking at her, but made no move to say anything to her. Suddenly, Kyle came up to her locker, leaning against the one next to it.

"So…they're not true, right?" he asked quizzically, amusement shining behind his eyes.

Cam felt a huge wave of relief wash over her. At least someone came to her for the truth other than Lilly.
"No. God, not with him. Not ever. I went swimming with him a while ago… I must've left them at his house… God this has gotten so out of control."

"Yeah," Kyle started, and he continued on about something, when suddenly, Cam noticed Kris over his shoulder. She stopped listening.

Kyle seemed to notice him, too. His eyes widened in slight fear. "Oh, I'll, uh… I'll catch up with you later, maybe," Kyle murmured hastily before quickly walking away. Cam frowned as she watched him leave, confused.

Cam sighed, turning back to her locker, her fingers trembling.

She felt the sudden weight of Kris's arm around her shoulders.

"Well, isn't this quite the-" he started, his voice amused, when suddenly, Cam spun on him, shoving his arm off of her.

"This is your fault," she spat angrily.

But behind the raging frustration in her eyes, he saw pain… well that and more anger.

"Aw, come on, Cam, I-" he tried, but she cut him off.

"You what?" she snarled.

"Come on, Cammie, it was just a joke-" he started once more, his tone actually somewhat serious now, but she interrupted again.

"Yeah, Kris, it's a joke. A hilarious. Joke. Now do me a favor and get the fuck out of my life," she said harshly, placing two hands on his chest and attempting to push him away. He moved about an inch.

When had he gotten so much bigger than her?

Kris resisted the urge to wince. Not from the contact her tiny hands made, but from her words.

"I… I'm sorry," he said earnestly.

And for a moment, her anger fell. For only a moment, she saw sincerity behind his eyes. But it quickly diminished. The corners of his lips were turning up into a smirk again.

"Bastard," she seethed, turning and stalking away from him down the hall.

The smirk disappeared as soon as she turned away from him. She could think whatever the hell she wanted of him, as long as no one tried anything funny.

It was gym class, Cam's last period before lunch, and of course, she had it with Kris. Coach Deathers was waltzing back and forth in front of the class, throwing a bright neon-yellow ball up into the air and catching it as she spoke.

"Today," she called, "We will be getting into pairs and practicing setting the volleyball to each other," she announced. She continued to report what they were planning to do, when Kris scooted closer to Cam from his spot a couple feet away from her.

It took him until third period, the one right before gym, to finally realize that this time, he might've actually screwed up. And this time, he wasn't going to be so easily forgiven. She may have hated him, but in his mind, that was definitely not an obstacle. He had slept with girls who 'hated' him before. All he had to do was bother them enough until they warmed up to him, and then get them drunk. Easy peasy. ANd he was usre Cam would react the exact same way if he just did it for an extended amount of time.

Well… maybe not that last part but that wasn't important.

"Hey, you know what I think?" he asked.

"Shut up," was all she responded as Deathers started putting people into pairs. She didn't even bother looking at him.

He blinked several times, as if taken aback by her response, but shook his head and continued anyway. "I think we should be partners," he stated, almost seriously. If Cam hadn't known him better, which she did, she would've thought he wasn't kidding.

Since she sadly did know him better than she would've liked, she just scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"Aw, come on, Cammie. This isn't still about the whole underwear thing, is it?" he asked, making vague hand motions in the air. He did that quite a lot and it bugged her. She slapped his hands out of the air, turning to him.

"No, Kris. This is about me being Cam and hating you because you're Kris," she hissed.

"Noble! Russo!" called coach.

Both of their heads swiveled to look at her.

"Shut you face holes!" she called. "Cam, you're with Jake today, so move it!" she cried, like she was some sort of military sergeant.

The amused, confident look melted off of Kris's face. "What?" he asked. No one bothered to answer him. His face turned dark as he looked at Jake.

Jake stood up shakily without even looking at Cam, as if he had just seen the Ghost of Christmas Future, and started heading down the bleachers to talk to coach. He mumbled a few things before she rolled her eyes and pulled out a pass, slapping it onto his shoulder. He turned and scurried away.

"And don't come back until you learn to handle the pain, you pansy!" she cried after him.

She then turned back to us. "Our little friend Jake 'doesn't feel well', I'll have to get back to you Cam," she said, using air quotes, before turning back to the rest of the class.

The confident smirk returned to his face and he turned excitedly back to Cammie to start bothering her again. But he stopped when he saw her expression.

Cam couldn't believe this had happened. Again. What about her was so…unappealing? She sat back down with a sigh.

Kris almost couldn't handle it. The fact that she was showing her emotion, let alone what it was, if it was anything other than anger, it wasn't normal for Cammie. She just looked so… sad.

"Hey, Cam, you okay?" he asked softly.

The tone of his voice made her look up. She searched for a few moments in his eyes, looking for the false sincerity that had always been there, some sort of fake wall… but it wasn't there. He actually looked genuinely concerned. It had been a while since she had seen him be genuinely anything. She shook the thoughts away.

"No, I'm not," she spat venomously.

He frowned, pulling back. "Someone's got a bad case of PMS," he mumbled.

"You know what?" she almost shouted, but she caught herself, toning down her volume. Coach didn't fall for it.

"Noble! Russo! Why is it that I'm calling your names again?" she demanded, irritation drowning her words.

"What? No, I-" Cam tried.

"Well, since the two of you are having such a picnic up there together, maybe the two of you would like to be partners," she suggestively, knowing that was exactly the opposite of what they, or at least Cam, wanted.

Cam's eyes widened. "What? Coach, no, you know I can't stand him, please, anyone but him," Cam pleaded.

But Deathers, knowing completely well how much the two despised each other, just simply shook her head. "Maybe next time you'll pay attention when I'm giving out instructions."

"Well, alright then!" Kris crowed loudly, leaping down the bleachers.

Cam sighed as she watched him get up, hopping down the bleachers and grabbing the volleyball, as if he was totally thrilled to be her partner. Slowly, she dragged herself from the seat she was sitting in and made her way to where Coach had pointed. To where Kris was already standing.

He threw the ball overhand to her. She set it with the tips of her fingers. It barely made it back to him.

"Aw, come on, I'm not that horrible, am I?" he asked, sounding hurt as he had to leaning forward and bend down to catch the ball. But there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Cam rolled her eyes as the ball came back towards her. She set it back.

"Yes, you are."

Kris frowned. "Oh, please, you know what I think?" he asked.


"I think you like me," he continued, as if she hadn't responded.

The thought caught her so off guard that the ball landed on the ground next to her. Within moments, she was keeled over, laughing, gripping her stomach.

Kris raised an eyebrow at her, folding his arms across his chest and patiently waited for her to stop. She didn't. "Alright, alright, Kris is insanely hilarious, let's move on," he droned, clearly not amused.

Cam stood up, trying once again to breathe normally. "Oh, I'm sorry, but that is the most insane idea I have ever heard. Good one, Kris," she told him, her breath finally returning to her as she went and picked up the ball.

She turned and threw it to him over hand and he set it back to her. He didn't make any more attempts to talk to her after that.

One girl, he thought to himself. She was only one girl. Why the hell did he care if she hated him? Why the hell did he care if she wished him dead? Why did it bother him so much if she went and got fucked up by all the other douche bags in school? He was the part of her life she wanted to forget. She didn't want him anymore, so why did he care so goddamn much?

There was a throng in his chest as he leaned back in his seat. He missed her. Not necessarily the girl she was around him now, but the girl she used to be, and probably still was. Just not whenever she was forced to be within thirty feet of him.

Maybe if he hadn't left her at the beginning of middle school, they might still be friends. If he hadn't abandoned her for popularity. But he had already made his decision, and there was no going back. It was too late now. Even if he wanted to apologize, he couldn't. It was a good thing because he didn't want to anyway, he was such a coward.

Mrs. Runnings was droning on about Sculptures and some other artsy thing he didn't really care about. He just had too many extra open classes for senior year. He had already taken and passed all of his AP classes. He had to choose something extracurricular. And so here he was, in the Exploration of Clay and Sculptures, so mentally bored that he was forced to think about his inner conflict and give himself a self evaluation.

He gave himself a D-.

It was finally seventh period, and the minutes were ticking by as slow as possible. Mr. Donavan was taking his time explaining the English homework, which Cam knew perfectly well how to do. English was her area. No, languages. That's what she as best at. Of course, Mr. Donavan thought she was the stupidest girl in the world so he never called on her, not wanting her to feel out of place when she gave the wrong answer. She sighed, watching the teacher's mouth move laboriously up and down when finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Her hand shot up in the air.

Mr. Donovan stopped. "Yes?" he asked softly, as if he was afraid of hurting her ears.

"May I please go to the bathroom?" she asked, straining to not roll her eyes.

"Of course, Cam. Anything you need," he responded, as if he was talking to a nun raising money for a children's charity.

Nevertheless, Cam smiled. "Thank you," she responded quickly before jumping out of her seat and practically running out the door. She took a deep breath, smelling in her freedom. She let out the air in one whooshing sigh. Not really knowing where to go first, she headed off in any random direction. And, of course, who did she run into?

None other than the slut queen, himself. Kris.

Except at the moment, he was shoved up against a locker, a girl attempting to suck his face off. But as soon as Kris saw Cam, he shoved the girl off, running over to her.

"Hey, Cammie, so-"

"Go away," Cam said, cutting him off. "And stop calling me Cammie."

She didn't have to see him- she could feel him rolling his eyes behind her. "Okay then, Cam. I wanted to know if you were planning on coming tomorrow night."

Cam stopped and turned around to face him. "Why on Earth would I go to anything that even remotely has to do with your sorry ass?" she demanded, despite knowing that she was already going anyway.

Kris cringed inwardly. "Well, you know… for fun…?"

"Well, I thought you didn't want me there. You know, in the same house as you," Cam went on, her eyes narrowing as she reminded him of the conversation.

"What?" he asked. He hadn't prepared for her to bring that up. "Uh… well," he tried, scraping his brain for an answer, when finally, he found one. "Oh, well, your brother said he wasn't going to come without you."

Cam looked at him for a moment before letting out a defeated huff. "Whatever," she mumbled before catching sight of the girl who he had just been making out with still there over his shoulder.

"I believe what's-her-name is waiting for you," Cam told him, pointing.

"Who?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side, his face genuinely confused. It was funny; genuine emotions twice in one day. Not vey common.

Cam pointed to the girl with a little more meaning this time. He turned, as if just remembering she was there.

"Oh, right. Her."

Cam rolled her eyes in disgust, then turned on her heel and started walking away. She continued to walk away, confusion clouding her brain when she didn't hear the noises of them attempting to swallow each other start up again, but she suddenly got distracted when her eyes landed on the poster.

It was a flyer for the dance next Friday. Not a real formal dance, just an event set up by the SGA to raise money, but everyone still went with dates anyway. She felt her stomach twist into knots.

Everyone except Cam.

It wasn't that she was ugly, because Cam honestly didn't believe she was so ugly that no one would ask her. It's just that whenever these kinds of events came up, guys stayed away from her like she had the plague. Like they were afraid to ask her.

And it wasn't just the dances. It was always, like earlier in gym. Guys would make up any dumb excuse to not be with her, even if it meant dealing with Mrs. Deathers.

She had never once been on a date. Not once.

She had gone over this a million times in her head before. Was she too fat? But Lilly had assured her multiple times she was far too thin for the amount of activity she did to maintain her weight. Was she a bad dancer? No, she had taken multiple dance lessons when she was young. Was she weird? Not any weirder than some of the guys in this school.

She had an entire list of reasons, but none of them seemed to make any sense. Lilly always ended up saying no to the millions of guys who asked her so she could go alone with Cam.

Cam sighed, then in a burst of anger and frustration, ripped the flyer from the wall. She balled it up and threw it to the ground. But the anger quickly melted away to despair as she sunk to the ground with a sigh, her back leaning against the concrete bricks.

She was so not going to that party tomorrow.

A/N: Ugh, did not like this chapter. Oh well, it gets better... I think. Please excuse me for my crappy chapter!