Truth Or Dare: Making Love Happen[A Octachel Fanfic] ON HOLD

Staring Love in the Eye

*Rachel*

                      I twirled a strand of hair in my finger, as I waited for the last class period of the day to end. Kids around me were talking and laughing as they waited for the bell could ring, chatting about after school activities, their friends, boys (this was a popular subject), and a small group at the back was talking about math formulas.

                    I was being picked up by someone from the camps, and being transported to camp after school today for spring break. I couldn't wait to be back at camp. I couldn't go Christmas vacation, because my parents were taking me to Costa Rica. The bell rang, and I ran to my locker, grabbed my backpack, and was out the door. I quickly scanned the crowd for a familiar face. Suddenly, someone grabbed my shirt and jerked me in a different direction, I turned to find myself nose to nose with the one and only Octavian. He looked different, I think mostly because he wasn't wearing his toga.

               He was dressed very casual, in a button up plaid, red and blue shirt, and jeans. His blonde hair was loose and shaggier than I remembered it, and he was leaned against the school front sign. I, however probably  looked like an idiot in my school uniform. He chuckled.

                "You certainly look nice." he said snidely.

                 "Well it looks like you've taken on a new look. I don't like it, it clashes with your dumb blonde personality." I said, flicking a piece of grass of my shoulder. "Shall we get going?" He sat there in shock for a second at my fast comeback, and then shook his head and said, the camp van is over there, I'm waiting for someone else. " I've taken time off from camp- and there she is!" A brunette in the school uniform, her down walked up and kissed him on the cheek. They walked off very rudely, without even saying goodbye.

                  I huffed at their rudeness, and walked to a van labeled San Fran Peaches. I hopped in and thought about the girl with Octavian. When I thought about her though, something flared in my chest, and I couldn't help but wonder what it is.

                 "Jealousy." A small voice whispered, but I wasn't listening.