Written by Gabriella
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Scarlet's POV
I quickly whip myself around. Everybody seems to be going about at their own business. I tuck a piece of hair that was in my face behind my ear and start to walk.
"Scarlet!" I hear once again. I feel a soft hand come over my shoulder that sends chills down my spine. I look to my left, and see a familiar face.
"Cameron! Hey!" I say excited. I look just below his collar and see that he has a name tag.
"You work here?"
"Yeah. I started, like, four months ago?" He said, squinting one eye.
Cameron's my best friend. Actually he's the only guy friend I have. He's kind to me, and that's all that matters.
"Do you want me to ring you up?" He asks.
For a second, I forget that I actually have something to buy. "Um... yeah." I say.
I walk up to the front counter and place the CD down. Cameron starts typing something into the computer, so I start grazing upon the magazines and candy of all sorts. I read the front cover of a Seventeen Magazine, with Victoria Justice as the poster girl. 'How to get a guy to like you in ten minutes.' Yeah right. If it was that easy, there wouldn't be dating websites and matchmakers. Suddenly I am interrupted.
"That will be twenty five, eighty two." Cameron says.
"Oh, sorry. Hold on a sec.", I say. I rummage through the mess in my messenger bag and pull out two, twenty dollar bills. I slowly pass them to Cameron, and accidentally graze his fingertips. He doesn't say anything, then gives me the change.
"Do you want your reciept in the bag?" He asks, putting the CD in a small, plastic bag.
"Sure." I say. I see him pause for a moment, then get a pen to write something down. He put the receipt in the bag, then handed it to me.
"Thanks. See you in school!" I say.
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After I get home, I plop the bag down on the kitchen table and take out the CD. After unwrapping the unbelievably annoying plastic to take off, I put the CD into my computer and press play. Walking back into the kitchen, I pull out the small receipt and look to see how much it was. Forty dollars!? Cameron only charged me a bit more than twenty five, though. Then I look to the bottom. In black pen I see Cameron's name. Next to it, scribbled, is his phone number.
