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Chapter eight:the C+A heart

Chapter eight:the C+A heart

Cameron's POV

Another day, another torture.

I wake up to Alex tickling me.

"Alex, stop," I say, laughing.

"School time," He says.

I groan and get up then get dressed once Alex leaves the room.

When I gat downstairs both of the boys are eating my poptart.

I glare at them and grab one for myself, pop it in the toaster, then eat it when it comes up.

Me and Alex had out the door for school and, because I don't want to be late, we ride his death machine to school.

When we get there I ask him a question.

"Does Jason go to our school now?" I ask.

"Yeah," He says.

I groan and we head into the cafeteria.

When we sit down Jason sits by me and wraps his arm around me.

I try to push him off but he is too strong.

I glare at him and scoot as far away as possible.

"That guy over there is glaring at you," He whispers in my ear pointing towards Mike.

I look over at him and shrug.

"An ex who has nothing to be jealous of because we are just friends," I say, making sure he knows we are just friends.

"Just friends who kiss," He says.

I glare at him.

"It was a mistake," I say.

He rolls his eyes and sits next to me.

After breakfast when its time for first period when I go to get my books I gasp when I see my locker.

I can see a note sticking out of it and when I open it more fall out.

I pick them up and read them. By the time I finish everyone is gone from the hallway and tears are streaming down my face.

Mike and a few other people must have arranged this, because there is a spray painted M on my locker inside.

A few of the notes say things like calling me a slut and a whore, but one stands out from the rest.

It says:Does the C+A heart mean you made love there? Didn't think you'd have your first time by the stoner pits and graffiti. Did you know that's illegal?

Love(or hate)
-M

I rip the note up and throw it away then rush to the bathroom, bawling my eyes out.

I wait until I'm cleaned up then go and find Alex.

He is by his locker getting his books. When he sees me he immediately notices something's wrong.

He wraps his arms around me and brings me next to his locker and out of other people's sight.

"what's wrong?" He asks.

"Mike knows, and get told people," I say sniffling.

"About what?" He asks.

"The spray paint, and he thinks we had sex there," I say.

"Why would he think we had sex?" He asks.

"I don't know," I reply honestly.

Just then Mike and his friends walk past to class.