Chapter 2: Girl Talk

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                  *Chris' POV*
I was holding Esmeralda's hand. I couldn't believe it! Usually I was pretty smooth when it came to flirting but there was something about her. She just made me... Nervous. I saw Esme staring wide-eyed at our hands and felt myself at a loss for words. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything.
"Esme! Can you go pee with me pleaaaa- oh. Am I interrupting anything?" Cameron butted in. "No, no. It's okay. Let's go!" Esme exclaimed. Thank god, I thought to myself, now I can think again. What am I going to do with these feelings?
                  *Esme's POV*
As Cameron and I held hands while walking to the bathroom, I couldn't help but think of his hand in mine. It was so spontaneous; there was no build up or anything. One minute, I'm sitting next to him, thinking about a tumblr post that Cameron showed me, and next thing I know, his fingers are laced with mine. I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Cameron punching me in the arm. "Ow! What'd you do that for?"
"Esme, what do I do about Pedge?" Cameron says, and it clicks in my head why she dragged me into the bathroom. It wasn't just Chris and I who were having a moment, Pedro and Cameron probably were, too.
"Esme, I don't know what to do. Pedro is my boyfriend but he won't hold my hand and he barely hugs me or even talks to me. It's just awkward between us. And I swear if that bitch Karolina doesn't back the fuck up, she's going to have my foot up her ass." I giggled but honestly felt bad. Pedro was avoiding Cam, and she deserved better.
"He's just a little bitch babe. That's just who he is."

"You're right. So, what was that between you and Chris?" Cameron questioned.

"Honestly, I don't know. He just grabbed my hand and then stared at me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Get his phone number! We have Christmas break soon, and we can all hang out during it. Just remember. First you get the digits, then you get the booty." I couldn't help but laugh at her logic. Plus, I'm too shy to ask for something like that! Almost like she read my mind, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out, muttering encouraging words.

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