Drama (Cammy and Onyx's Story)

Chapter 10: Unraveling

JAMES POV:

Sitting in the cafeteria, I watched as Cammy laughed with Onyx, their easy chemistry gnawing at something deep inside me. I thought I was over her. I really did. But seeing them together stirred a sense of jealousy that I hadn't anticipated.

I took a bite of my lunch, forcing myself to look away, but it was like a magnet drawing my gaze back. Cammy's smile was radiant, lighting up the room, while Onyx leaned in, hanging on her every word. It irritated me more than I cared to admit. Who did he think he was?

I had always been the one to make her laugh, the one she turned to for support. Yet here was this guy, slipping into my territory, acting like he belonged there. A simmering anger bubbled up within me, threatening to spill over.

"Get a grip, James," I muttered under my breath. But the truth was, I didn't want to let her go. Cammy had always been special, and now that I saw her with someone else, it felt like I was losing something vital.

Part of me wanted to confront Onyx, to remind him of his place, but that would be reckless. Instead, I needed to find a way to win Cammy back. She deserved the best, and I knew I could be that for her if I tried. I wasn't going to back down.

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, plotting my next move. I had to get her attention, to show her that the connection we shared wasn't so easily forgotten. Maybe I could make her laugh again, draw her back into my orbit.

As the lunch hour continued, I stewed in my thoughts. I remembered the late nights we spent talking, the dreams we shared. Cammy and I had a history, and that meant something. Onyx might have charm, but I had familiarity, and that could be an advantage.

I glanced over at them again, my heart racing with a mix of anger and determination. If Onyx thought he could just waltz in and take what was mine, he had another thing coming. I'd have to play it smart, subtly remind Cammy of what we had while letting Onyx know I wasn't going anywhere.

With newfound resolve, I stood up, deciding it was time to make my move. Whether through a casual conversation or an unexpected encounter, I was going to reclaim what was rightfully mine. Cammy deserved to know that I still cared, and I wouldn't let anyone stand in my way—not even Onyx.

As I walked away from the cafeteria, I couldn't shake the feeling that Cammy probably hated me. After everything that happened, I understood why she would feel that way. I had pushed her away, treated her carelessly, and now I was watching her smile with someone else.

But deep down, I knew I couldn't let her go. She was too important to me, and I wasn't about to give up on us. I remembered the moments we had shared—the late-night talks, the laughter, the dreams we painted together. Those memories fueled my determination.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. Onyx might have caught her attention, but I knew there was still a spark between Cammy and me. I needed to show her that I could be better, that I could be the person she deserved.

In the days that followed, I resolved to make my presence known without coming on too strong. I started by casually engaging her in conversations whenever I could. I wanted her to remember the connection we once had, to feel comfortable with me again. Each interaction was a careful dance, balancing my desire to win her back with the need to respect her space.

And then there was Onyx. I wouldn't let jealousy consume me, but I kept a watchful eye. He might have charm, but I had history. I reminded myself that I could approach this with confidence, not aggression. Cammy needed to see that I could be a better person, one worthy of her attention.

As the days turned into weeks, I felt the distance between us slowly closing. I caught glimpses of her glancing my way, her curiosity rekindled. It gave me hope. If I played my cards right, I could reignite what we had. And Onyx will regret ever even glancing at her.