Drama (Cammy and Onyx's Story)

Chapter 3: Tension Rising

ONYX POV:

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky as I leaned against a wall outside the school, enjoying the quiet moment before heading home. My thoughts drifted to Cammy, her laughter still echoing in my mind from our earlier conversation. We had talked about everything from art styles to music preferences, and there was something about her passion that drew me in. Just thinking about her put a smile on my face.

But then, laughter broke through my reverie, harsh and mocking. I turned to see James, Cammy's ex, surrounded by a few of his friends. They were huddled together, their voices dripping with scorn as they pointed toward Cammy, who was walking just a few yards away, oblivious to their taunts.

"Look at her, trying so hard to fit in," James sneered, his voice loud enough for me to catch every word. "She thinks she's an artist now. What a joke!"

I felt a flash of anger rise within me. Cammy was vibrant and talented, and the thought of James belittling her stirred something protective inside. I stepped forward, my fists clenched, ready to confront him. "Hey, James. Why don't you say that to her face instead of hiding behind your little group?"

James turned, a smirk on his lips. "Oh, look who decided to play hero. You think you can defend her? She's just some wannabe who doesn't know her place."

With that, something snapped. I closed the distance between us, the tension crackling in the air. "You're pathetic, James. Just because you can't handle being dumped doesn't mean you can make fun of her."

His friends snickered, but I wasn't backing down. James stepped closer, his bravado flaring. "What are you going to do about it, Onyx? You think you can stand up to me?"

Before I could think twice, I swung, my fist connecting with his jaw. The impact reverberated through me, fueled by the anger that had been building. James staggered back, surprise etched on his face, and then he lunged forward, throwing a punch of his own.

We quickly became a flurry of movements, exchanging blows while the group of his friends erupted into cheers and jeers. My adrenaline surged as I ducked and dodged, landing another hit to his side. But as the fight unfolded, I could see Cammy's silhouette approaching, her expression shifting from confusion to shock.

"Onyx! James!" she shouted, the alarm in her voice cutting through the chaos.

That one word sent a jolt of reality through me, snapping my focus back to the moment. I glanced at her, the concern etched on her face, and suddenly, everything felt different. In that instant, I realized I hadn't just been fighting for her; I was fighting against the very image of the person she had once dated.

James was winding up for another punch when Cammy's voice pierced the air once more. "Onyx? James!?"

And just like that, the world around us faded, leaving me hanging in a moment of uncertainty, caught between the chaos of the fight and the concern in Cammy's eyes.