School // j.g. c.c.

Two

Jack

"All I have to ask is....why?" Camila stood there, looking up at me with those big, round brown eyes.

Four days after my first day, Camila had me cornered. Well, not technically cornered. I was put on the spot as we were both stuck in the lunch line.

It was Friday, which meant someone has to be a party, at this point, to celebrate anything.

For the third week of school, or just cause someone's parents aren't home.

"Is it cause someone told you something that wasn't true. Isn't it?" She searched in my eyes for an answer but I didn't give one, I just looked away.

"I gotta get to class." I mumbled.

"Good, then we can walk together." I glanced at her and just started walking.

"You're freaked out by me now aren't you?" She asked me.

I just glanced at her.

All I wanted to do was get to class, I don't feel like working some charity case right now.

It's Friday, which means booze and bitches.

"This happens every time I meet someone new, they just....leave me a day after meeting me. I don't understand what I did wrong, but I'm sorry I'm wasting your time."

She started walking faster ahead of me, and I just pulled my eyebrows together, then sighed.

I don't want to come off as the asshole either, well, not yet.

"Camila, wait up." I jogged up to her, "Look....let's just start over." I stuck out my hand.

"I'm Jack, what's your name?"

She rolled her eyes, but also formed a smile.

"Camila." She said shaking my hand. "I think we have a class to get to."

I mean, look, I don't expect to get laid off this girl, she seems to goodie-goodie. But, who wouldn't bother to just have a friend?

She probably has hot friends, like the girls in that group she sings with.

And no, I'm not using her.

I am just forming a friendship with a girl who coincidentally has hot friends.

"You know, there's a party at Dylan's house. Tonight. Why don't you and Johnson come?"

See, here's another reason why I should be nice to her, Johnson has made friends with the girl as well.

But then again, Johnson and I have only been here for a week and everyone already loves him.

In like, a friend way.

Let's just say for me, I've picked up a couple numbers from girls.

"Dylan who?"

"O'Brien. Obviously, Sprayberry doesn't throw them. He just shows up." She shrugged.

(A/N: WHERE ARE MY TEEN WOLF FANS OMG BEST SHOW both Dylan's are my husbands, and Gilinsky of course)

"O'Brien? Eh, I don't know...." I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck.

I don't like Dylan, there's just something about him I don't like, maybe it's his squirreliness. Is that even a word?

Whatever, the kid is just all over the place sometimes, or maybe it's cause he's so cocky.

I don't know.

"Come on. It's gonna be fun, you probably won't even see him. Like, everyone in the whole school is going."