— • Camilla Deveraux • —
I finally found my class a few minutes after the bell rang, let's just hope the teacher isn't mean, and doesn't yell at me.
I walk into the classroom and once again, everyone looks at me. Gosh, I really hate being looked at. "Way to make an impression, Ms. Deveraux."
"Can you really blame me though? This is a big school, I had a guide, and she bailed. You're lucky I found your class as fast as I did because I probably would've missed the whole period, and oh, what a shame that would have been." I sarcastically say "sadly" shaking my head.
The teacher angrily sighs, "Please, introduce yourself, then take a seat."
"What if I don-" I say before I am rudely interrupted, "Introduce yourself and sit down, Ms. Deveraux."
I groan moving to the center of the class, and perkily say, "Hi, I'm Camilla Deveraux, and I'm like so super, totally, jazzed to meet you all. I hope we can all be friends and, like, hang out."
The class laughed as I walked to find a seat, "Hey, sit next to me." A girl with like dirty blonde hair, and light blue eyes waved me over, and it'd be an understatement to say that she wasn't like incredibly hot.
I sat next to her and she started to smiled, "You're the new girl. Oh my gosh!" She silently squealed, "My family watched your dad play, like, every, single game. That's not why I called you over, though. I'm not one of those people who try to make friends with people just because they're basically famous. You're on the soccer team, so am I. You're so freaking pretty, my brother wasn't wrong to like y- oops." Her cheeks turned red as she covered her mouth.
"I would say you don't look like you play soccer, but sometimes people don't look like the sport they play, because I don't look like I play hockey." I put my hand out to shake hers, "Camilla, but my friends call me, Mila."
"Analise Brooks, my friends call me, Lisi (Lici). You're my new bestfriend. You can't back out I already made it official." She grins looking at my hand.
I look down to see a smilie face on my hand, "when'd you do that?" The confusion in my mind is at another level.
"A magician never revels her secrets." She tells me before laughing.
We spent the rest of that class talking, laughing, and criticizing the teacher. That was my first friend, and someone said moving was a bad idea.
After school I was walking with my brother to the rink after accidentally walking into the wrong ones we finally reached the boys rink. Cam went to get ready whilst I sat in the stands waiting for him.
Seeing those boys out of the ice, made me want to bawl my eyes out. Yeah, I've been to my brother's games and I was fine, this was my first time seeing a team practice and it hurt like a knife was in my stomach. Something that I could no longer have was dangling in my face.
"So are you a girlfriend, a sister, or do you just like watching nice looking young man play hockey?" A brunette looked at me and at first I was clueless, until I realized where I was, like I've never been compared to one of those in my life.
I scoffed looking at him, "The disrespect, but if you must know. I am- or was a fellow hockey player, but to answer your question, my brother's out there."
"Oh, I was way off." He had a husky laugh, his laugh did something to my body. Which is very weird because, well, I just met him.
"Yeah, besides, I'm not into hockey players. They're good friends, but not boyfriend material for me. I mean, you're hot, but I'd definitely wouldn't go there." The only hockey player I'd date is in college and well that would probably never happen.
"Why not?" He asked looking intrigued that I said I wouldn't date a hockey player, but it's actually quite simple.
I turn to him with a smile, because no one ever asked me why, "Because it'd probably be for sex and high school relationships don't last. Especially with hockey players, I've seen, plus they're way too big and I have no time for that."
He laughed this time showing teeth, and his dark blue eyes sparkled with the light. "Would you date me?"
The fact that he thought he would play me is insane, "No, you do know I'm not stupid."
"What do you mean?" He tilted his head a little, his eyes meet my eyes before he started to examine the rest of my face.
"You're a hockey player, it's very obvious. I'm an expert." I tell him tapping my head.
"Okay, what position do I play?" He asks moving closer to me.
I look at him head to toe before answering, "Center." I move a little closer, keeping eye contact with him, "You've been playing most of your life... you're a captain."
A little grin forms on his face, "I could kiss you right now." He said looking at my lips
"I'd punch you in your face."
Our faces are barely an inch apart, and I can't move. My body is all tingly in the inside and for some reason I actually want to kiss him. I don't even know him, but that not even the worst part.
