Hate Is A Strong Word

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"Ugh I hate you so fucking much." Moans Brie. "Obviously you don't hate me that much, considering I'm in you." Cameron responds, smirking. "Oh shut up." Brie says, chuckling. He speeds up and starts going harder, making her moan even louder. "God you feel so damn good." He moans out, leaning down to kiss her. The kissing turns them on even more, sending them both to that point. "Mmm I'm bout to cum." Brie says. "Cum with me babydoll." Cameron says, kissing her neck and fucking even harder. Just as they're both bout to cum...

Brie wakes up.

"Oh my god." She whispers to herself, realizing her dream. "Ew, ew, ew, what the fuck??" She whisper-yells, trying to erase her mind of her dream. She couldn't believe that she just had a sex dream about Cameron. Of all damn people... Cameron. What the hell could that mean?! Brie hates Cameron with every bone in her body. There's no way that dream actually meant something... right?

Brie looks at the clock on her nightstand. "5:30 am?? Tuh, ain't no way I'm getting sleep after that dream." She says to herself, falling back onto her pillow.

At school; lunch

Brie's pov

I'm so tired. After my dream, I didn't go back to sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, all I could see was us in that bed again. Gross. I've tried to just ignore it but it's been in the back of my mind all day. Thankfully, I haven't seen him at all today, but we have our next two classes together so we'll see what happens with that.

"Hey girl, what's wrong?" My best friend, Shay, says sitting at the table with her lunch. I shake my head. "I got like zero sleep last night, I'm dead tired." I tell her, not sure if I wanna tell her about my dream. "Aww why?" She asks. I shrug. "Just... couldn't sleep really." I respond, taking a bite of my food. "Poor thing, I hate to hear it. Have you seen Cam today?" I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Thankfully not, I don't have the energy to put up with his bullshit." It's very true, he can't help but fuck with me any chance he gets. God I hate that kid. We continue talking and eating our lunch until it's time for class.

I walk into my next class, Chemistry, and walk to my seat in the back corner of the room. Once the bell rings for class, my teacher gets right to it. "Hey guys. Today, we're gonna be starting on our experiment." I'm trying my best to listen, but I can't help but look over to Cameron, I hate that I had that damn dream. He sits in the seat diagonal from me and one over.

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I must've been staring while zoned out because when I come to, he's looking at me. So embarrassing. He makes a cocky face like he's flattered, causing me to roll my eyes at him and turn back towards the teacher. "So that's what we'll be doing today. Now, I'm pairing everyone up with a partner. After you've been assigned, sit with each other and we will begin." Fuck, I really hope my partner was paying attention cause I didn't hear shit.

"Brie and Cameron." Mr. Briton says. Wait what? I really hope he isn't putting us together. I raise my hand. "Scuse me? Who did you say my partner was?" I ask. "Cameron." He responds. "Nahh. Not gonna work." Cameron says before I could respond. "I don't care. You're working together and that's final." Mr. Briton says. I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat. When Mr. B finishes giving our partners, he tells us to move to each other.

Everyone begins moving except Cam and I. "Cameron, Brie, move to each other." Mr. B says. We both look at each other. I roll my eyes and point to the seat in front of me which is empty. "You can move over here." Cam responds, pointing to the empty seat behind him. "How about you try being a gentleman for once and get the fuck up?" I said, more like a statement. We start going back and forth, as always, while the whole class just watches.

"Enough!" Mr. B shouts. "We tried to tell you it's not gonna work out." Cam said to him. "I do not care. Learn to get along!" He yells to us. We both roll our eyes and he moves over to my desk. "Like I thought." I said to him. "Man shut the hell up," He started, and we went right back to arguing again. "Principal! Now!" Mr. B shouted again, pointing to the door. We grab our things and head to the principal's office.