When We First Met

Chapter 8: First Love

Cameron's car was nice, but I couldn't stop blushing. We stopped a fancy restaurant called Capa. I heard the restaurant was very pricey, so I won't try to make Cameron bankrupt. Cameron sat at a table, he pulled up a chair and said, "After you ma'am." I sat down in my British accent. "Well, thank you my good sir." We both laughed. A waiter gave our menus. "Here you go, I'll be back in a couple minute to take your order." Cameron waved bye. He looked at the menu. "Wow, things are pricey here." He whispered. I tried to find something not pricey, so Cameron won't get upset a me. The waiter came back. "So, what would you lovely couple like?" He asked. Cameron looked at the table, repeatedly tapping on the table blushing. "We're not a couple." I was shocked. What was this date for? Did Cameron never had feelings for me? "Excuse me, I'm leaving." The waiter looked at me. Cameron got up his seat. "Can you wait for a second? I need to handle this issue." He ran outside. I was running, crying. Cameron never liked me, Evan was right. He liked Valeria. This was all a lie. "Wait! Slow down, Khristina!" I turned around, in tears. "What? Go hang out with your girlfriend Valeria. I'm going home." He grabbed my hand. "Khristina, Me and Valeria are not together. I want to be with you." I looked at him, my face blushing red. We were about to kiss, but the waiter came outside. "Are you ready? Oops! I'm sorry I interrupted." He came in a BAD time. Me and Cameron was about to kiss, and the waiter ruined in on accident. "Let's go." said Cameron while holding my hand. We sat down, having the best date ever.

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The day at school, Valeria and Noémie was blocking my locker, I wanted to know why. "Valeria, Noémie, can you move?" Valeria came up to me. "You are really a boyfriend stealer, you went out with Cameron yesterday." I was shocked. How did Valeria know that? "How did you know?" I asked curiously. Valeria pointed at Evan, my ex-friend. "Evan? She told you?" Valeria nodded. "Uh-huh. And, if your going to steal my boyfriend," she snapped at Noémie, holding my sketchbook. "Or we reveal your drawings, of Cameron." I took the sketchbook away. "That's private! This was in my house!" Noémie pointed at Evan. "She's our new member now. It's now *VEN. (*Valeria, Evan, and Noémie)" I looked at Evan, walked over to her. "Evan! That was low. Like very low. You went to my house and stole my PRIVATE sketchbook, and you eavesdrop on my date? Your a terrible friend Evan. And Greek is weird, if there was a word called backstabber in Greek, I'll use it on you." Evan rolled her eyes. "Lately, you been hanging out with Cameron. When is the last time you texted me? Or hung out with me? You been a terrible friend too." I deleted her from my contacts. "Better? Now, I have to do other things. Bye, Backstabber."