Falling For The Brit

Chapter 12: A Drift into Dreamland

Chapter 12: A Drift into Dreamland

 

Via's POV

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Cameron said in disbelief as he gaped at my cooper.

"Haven't seen a pink cooper before, huh, Brit?" I nudged at him with a stern expression on, but I was just pulling his leg. I just wanted to joke around once more. Cameron has this tendency to become gullible at certain times.

And by certain times, I mean most of the time.

"I-I really don't... I mean the car is just so... never mind." He shrugged uncomfortably, instead. Oh, I guess I tricked him again. He really thought what he might say might offend me.

"Got yah again, Brit." I giggled.

"Wha-"

"You know, I really wouldn't mind if you'd pick on my car for being such a girly overkill, but I'll say, seeing you tense up like that was quite amusing." I continued giggling while tapping his shoulder.

"So you did this because I'm gullible?" He said in a straight voice. Then the sudden feeling of guilt took me whole.

"Just kidding around." I nodded.

"Not funny." A slight hint of anger dripped in his tone.

I guess I may have taken things too far out by this point, but well, I was just fooling around. I like taking life not seriously at certain points. My life is too full of problems and drama already, so I find time to unwind by injecting humor every once in a while.

Still, I couldn't help but feel guilty, but it just must've been a wrong time to pull the joke.

"Let's go, shall we." I just offered, avoiding all eye contact with Cameron. I really didn't want to go in bad terms with the guy. He was already considered a bro to me.

I hopped in the passenger seat in front right next to my driver. I needed to set a distance between the Brit and I because the move I did was so childish and stupid.

'I am childish and stupid.'I thought to myself.

Cameron hadn't said a word after he said my joke was "Not funny" so aside from the mellow music of Ed Sheeran through the speakers of the car, the enveloped was quiet and peaceful.

'And I didn't like it...'

I turned my GPS on and waited before I typed the address Cameron handed me earlier.

The place wasn't far away, as I expected it to be. I estimated and it was practically two or three blocks away from the school. That's most likely because the school pays for the Brits stay here in the US and they are sort of overprotective with them.

Quite frankly, our school treats the Brits as if they are special creatures that are a cut above the rest of us Americans. It's not that I'm being racist or whatever, but that's what I've observed.

On the other hand, I think it's good because it still proves how 'hospitable' I might say we Americans are to guests, and not to mention, British guests.

See this is why I hate dead silent atmospheres. I have a weird urge to drown in the thousands of unspoken thoughts in my mind. If I'm not talking, my brain is, and it drives me nuts sometimes.

'Think, Victoria. Think.'

The only escape I came up with to break my thoughts that went on forever was to play some song on the speakers that would change the mood and break the ice between us.