Camille smith is your average church girl. She doesnt do anything bad. The worse things she's EVER done is curse. She hides her inner and outer beauty from everyone. What caused her to be this way? Will she change for the better or get worse?
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Chapter 2.
I walked into History first period five seconds after the bell, Zane trailing close behind. I took a seat in the second row while Zane made his way to the back.
'Hello seniors, I am Mr. Arthur. And this is your senior History class!' He said too excitedly. He was really tall with dark skin. I think he was mixed, African American & Latino. He has a deep voice that's smooth like butter. He was definitely to excited for the first day of school.
'I have assigned seats for everyone. So everyone stand at the front of the room with their books.' We all did what he said. He called each one of our names while pointing at each seat. He was at the back of the classroom on the right when he finally said my name. 'Camille Smith.' He says pointing to an empty desk. I walk to my seat trying not to draw attention to myself. 'And next to Ms. Smith is Mr. Rodes. Zane Rodes.'
My eyes bugged and Zane smirks as he struts to the back of the room, plopping down beside me.
'Hey sweetheart.' He says loudly making sure everyone can hear causing me to blush from head to toe. Some people laughed knowing it was a joke but others whispered.
'Okay now that everyone has their seats I will explain your "Get to know me assignment."' The whole class groaned. We're seniors we already know everyone.
'You will be partnered with your seat partner.'
'What?!' I yelled out loud even though I meant to think it.
Everyone turned and looked at me and Zane narrowed his eyes when he spoke. 'Come on sugar you dont want to know everything about me?'
He leans in brushing his lips against my ear causing me to shiver.
Then he whispers in a husky voice. 'Because I wanna know every little thing about you.' He leaves a soft kiss on my cheek and then pulls away quickly.
I must look like a tomato because I definitely felt like one.
I feel the steam fuming out of my ears because of the embarrassment he's causing me. I look up at his amused eyes and then at everyone else's judgy eyes.
The anger fades quickly and is replaced with comeplete and utter sadness. The same sadness I thought I got rid of so long ago.
I feel the familiar burn in my eyes. I slam them shut, grab my books and run out of the classroom as fast as I can.
I ignore the calls of Mr. Arthur telling me to come back to class. I keep running until I feel my legs buckle underneath of me. I grip onto the closest wall, to hold myself up.
My body suddenly gives out and I drop to my knees. My books fly everywhere. I let my face fall in my hands as the tears fall freely in streams.
Why did he have to embarrass me like that?
What is he trying to accomplish by being an butthole?
There was this familiar ache in my heart. No one has ever caused this hurt in my chest before except Zane. He knows I hate being embarrassed. But the reason I'm bawling my eyes out in the parking lot is because I'm mad at myself. I'm disappointed with my thoughts.
I miss him so much.
Im sad because I liked him talking to me again, I liked feeling him close to me again.
