Silent

16|Deep Waters.

"We should just go to the ice cream parlour," Derrick grumbled.
"Why?" Cameron asked with a groan.
"Because I deserve an ice cream. That teacher is gonna crush me tomorrow, and I want a pity party."
"Well, I'm hungry. I say we go to the pizza parlour and get some pizza and coke. Then we get ice cream for dessert," Cameron replied, as his phone rang.

He absentmindedly cut it and turned to me.
"What do you say Dar?"

I shrugged, not minding where we went. My mind was filled with details of how horrible that conversation with Jesse had gone.
"Rock paper scissors, what say?" Derrick asked Cameron determinedly.
"Sure," Cameron said, with a sly grin. I smiled.

"Rock, paper, scissors- dammit, how do you do it?" Derrick groaned.
"Well, it's because I'm a genius," Cameron grinned.
"Oh stop being so full of yourself," Derrick pushed him.
"Oye, it's not my fault that you're so pathetic in this game," Cameron said, neatly dodging Derrick.

"That's not true," Derrick protested. "Tell him Darlene."

It was quiet for a few moments before I pretended like I wasn't listening. Derrick scowled as Cameron gave a laugh.
"She's my girl, Rick- right Dar?" He grinned at me, giving me a high five. Oh my. His girl. He just called me his girl. I blushed lightly as I gave him a high five back.

Derrick looked at my strangely, but didn't say anything. We went and had pizza and ice cream, then went over Cameron's house to help Derrick study for the test. Cameron's parents were in different businesses, and weren't home usually. They came back at eight or so in the evening, so we had his house for the whole day to ourselves. 

While Derrick studied, Cameron and I talked, or rather he talked and I smiled and nodded, sometimes conveying my opinion through various facial expressions. I forgot all about everything else, my entire focus was on being with him and talking to him. I don't even know what all I agreed to and all, I just know that it was absolutely amazing.

The next day, I was sitting in my chemistry class, drumming my fingers against the desk impatiently as I kept on looking at the class's wall clock. Where was Cameron? He should've at least sent someone to get me by now, lunch would be in ten minutes.

The doors of the classroom suddenly banged open. I looked up hopefully. Lois's head popped in.

"Yes?" My teacher asked her, irritated.
"Oh, I need to borrow Darlene Francis for a bit ma'am," Lois said pleasantly.
"For what?" The teacher asked her suspiciously.

"Secretary's office. Some phone number or something is required," Lois replied. "Come on Darlene, we don't have much time."
I started to get up.
"Darlene will only leave the class after you get a note from the office," the teacher announced.

Damn, so it was to be this way. Oh well, never mind, it didn't matter that much anyway. I began to sink down back into my seat-
"Here's the note," Lois stated satisfactorily, bringing out a piece of paper from her pocket. The teacher hurried over to here and took the paper from her. She scrutinised each and every word, as if she would be able to smell the forgery from it.

"Fine, Darlene, please see to it that your work is complete. You may go."

As soon as those words left her mouth, I was outside the class.
"Let's hurry," Lois muttered. We didn't speak at all, and just walked. We reached Ms. Clara's class in record time. Everyone was already standing there- everyone as in Cameron, Tony, Lois and me.