Bouquet (Cash)

78. Douchebag Debacle

Cam's P.O.V.

Nash stared at me lovingly all first hour. It was so sweet, I couldn't help but smile all hour.

"Babe, pay attention." I said, poking his frozen face.

"I can't help it. You're so handsome." Nash said.

"That's it today. If you didn't complete the worksheet, finish it tonight for homework." Mrs. Elkins said, sitting down in her blue rolling chair and sighing. Poor lady, nearing 65 and still teaching.

Nash and I walked to second hour, and exchanged our supplies in our locker on the way.

We walked in to see Shawn and Taylor sitting in the back already.

"Congrats guys!" Taylor said, standing up to hug Nash and I.

"Congrats to you too!" Nash said. We sat down in our normal seats while Mr. Davidson presented a PowerPoint.

It displayed the history of Germany. Including its oppositions and standings in both World War I and World War II.

The atrocity of Germany during the second World War was so alarming. What they did was absolutely horrible.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I took it out and checked it. It was a text from Jack G.

Jack G: Hey, JJ is busy and I was wondering if you could bring me my basketball shoes from my locker, number 809. I'm in the gym, but I may be helping coach move basketballs out and get ready for tonight's game. Just leave them in the locker room if you can.

Me: okay, I'll see if Mr. Davidson will let me out of class

Jack G: Thanks

Vivid pictures flashed across the screen, of families shot dead in their own homes. Pictures of people charred beyond recognition. It was a lot to take in, and it made me so heartbroken. Mr. Davidson said that if the images became too much, that we could leave to get some fresh air.

"Mr. Davidson? Can I go get some air?" I asked.

"That's quite alright, take as much time as you need." He said.

"You alright babe?" Nash asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I have to bring Jack G his basketball shoes anyway." I said. With that, I left the class and walked out into the quiet hall. After I found Jack's locker I opened and fished out his rank shoes.

I carried them delicately as if they were a bomb, ready to explode at any moment and splatter my remains against the wall. Once I made the long trek across this huge school to the gymnasium, I walked in.

My footsteps echoed from the polished hardwood floor, bouncing around all over the large gym. I trailed the sidelines until I stood in front of the wooden door. A plastic sign read: Varsity Knights.

"Betta leave these stanky ass shoes in here and be gone." I said to myself.

I walked in and the smell of defeat and sweaty balls flooded my nose. The room was dank and logged with sweat. This room smelled like burnt rubber and chopped onions.

I gagged a little as the strong smell became overpowering. My eyes watered and I knew I needed to get out of the room.

"Well, well, well." A voice said.

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"What? Who's there?" I asked, blinking away the water from my eyelashes.

"You and Nash have become quite the couple, huh? Flaunting your love around wherever you go. Now, you're topping the charts for Homecoming Monarchs." The familiar voice said. He came around the corner, where the urinal and stall was, and showed himself.