Two Truths And A Lie

10| Differences

"On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, eight tumblr notes, seven vinyl records, six flannel shirts, five large pizzas, four pairs of vans, three peace teas, two snapback hats, and a pair of skinny khakis!"

"This is the most annoying song I've ever listened to in my entire life," Cameron whined, hitting his head on the steering wheel.

"This song is amazing!" Cedric screamed from the backseat.

"I agree with the background story character," I hummed in response from the front.

"Why did I agree to let you in my car, again?" Cameron enquired, glancing at me.

"Because we have a project to complete, and as your way of making up for saying all those things to me this morning just because someone pissed in your jerk flakes today morning and decided to take it out on me for no reason whatsoever?" I supplied, grinning.

Cameron had approached me after school, telling me that he'd give me drop home so we could work on the project, and he also added that he felt a bit guilty after this morning.

I'd agreed and gone along with it, and Cedric had just hopped in the car, saying that he couldn't bear to ride home with Cami and Connor and face his parents' wrath for drinking the previous night. So... Here we were.

"What kind of music do you listen to, Cameron?" I attempted at making conversation.

"EDM, metal, that kind of stuff," he replied, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

"His music taste is pretty shit," Cedric chuckled, reaching over to ruffle Cameron's hair.

Cameron just rolled his eyes, the hint of a smile on his face. I'd expected him to hit Cedric or retort. Looked like Ced was a soft spot. Hell, he acted like a jerk 24/7, the only exceptions being when his friends were around.

It seemed like there were more sides to Cameron than an egotistical jerk like I'd thought before.

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"Mrs. Marshall! It's fantastic seeing you again!" Cedric yelled, flinging his bag on the porch and sauntering in.

"Cedric Jacobsen, you better pick up that bag and keep it inside right now!" One of Cameron's mums called out.

"I always forget to keep it inside," Cedric shouts back. "Inside my pants," he mutters loud enough just for Cameron and me to hear, as he came to pick his bag up. I bit down on my lip to keep myself from laughing.

"Here comes the snort," Cameron mumbles, rolling his eyes.

"Here comes the jerk," I mumble back, copying his actions.

"I'm not a jerk," he defends himself immediately.

"Oh, please. We established that you were a jerk right from the moment you deemed my music taste as 'pretty shit'," I retorted, removing my shoes.

"How does me being a jerk become established from the truth that your music taste is pretty shit?"

"That is the most contradictory statement I've ever heard."

"The most contradictory statement is probably, "I'm so modest"."

"Quoting yourself now, are we?"