Third POV
Jayce was at his locker getting ready to go home with Camira, when Natalie walked up to him.
"Hi. You're Jayce right?" She asked him smiling. "Yeah," he replied.
He did not want to be dealing with her at the moment. The last thing that he needed was to have someone like Natalie worrying him.
"Could you tell Camira that I'm sorry about her loss?" She asked him. "Yeah sure," he said turning around.
Before he could do anything Natalie pushed him into the lockers kissing him. He didn't kiss back. But he certainly didn't stop it.
He wanted to stop, but he just couldn't. He finally caved in to her wishes. He had gone unnoticed to the presence approaching them.
"Jayce?" Camira asked, unsure of who the figure was. When they both pulled away, she ran away from them.
Jayce quickly caught up to her. "Was I not good enough?" Camira asked him. You could see the tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were puffy, and she was sniffling as if she was sick.
"I'm sorry," Jayce said looking down at her. "Save it. I'm done," Camira said, walking a way from him.
She was just going to have to walk home. Although she didn't want to, she didn't want to drive with Jayce.All of her friends were already gone so, she had to walk.
Five minutes into the walk, a black Ferrari pulled up next to her. She quickened her pace, and was soon running. She felt a hand on her shoulder, she almost let out a scream until she was turned around.
She looked up and saw a pair of bluish-green eyes. She recognized those eyes from anywhere. "Jonathan," she breathed out.
"Hey Camira," he said, smiling at her. "What do you want?" She spat. Jonathan was taken back by her response, but he soon covered it up with a look.
Camira couldn't figure out the look but it looked as if he felt something for her.
"I just want to be a friend right now," he told her. "I'm sorry about your loss," he told her. Camira's expression softened. She didn't want to be rude when Jonathan was trying to be friendly.
"Can I give you a ride home?" Jonathan asked. She nodded, and got into his car.
Camira and Jonathan spent the next ten minutes talking about random topics. Camira actually felt like she could be friends with Jonathan. Considering what had happened a few years prior.
She had begun to think that the whole situation was Jonathan's fault, but what she didn't know was that it was actually McKenzie's fault.
"We're here," Jonathan stated, pulling up into Camira's driveway. "Thanks Jonathan. I'll see you tomorrow," Camira said getting out of the car.
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