Starting New

5. Does Jeans Classify As Nice?

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

Damn me and my damn nerve in awkward situations such as this one.

My mother still stared at us with stern expecting eyes. She  awaited out reply.

"What is going on here?"She finally asked.

"What does it look like?"I ask cautiously.

She turned away from me and looked at Camden, who audibly gulped from beside me.

So he was afraid.

"I'm Mary-Anne. Kathleen's mom."

"Camden."He replied."It's nice to meet you Mrs..."

"Layne."I finished for him.

Camden gave me a grateful look before smiling at my mother.

"I'm sorry for any inconveniences, Mrs Layne."He said formally."I was just observing your daughter's tattoo."

I gave him a what the hell look before glancing atound my room, refusing to meet my mother's gaze.

"It's okay honey."She smiled."I trust you both."

Lies! Lies!

"Anyway I just came in to tell you that we'll be having dinner by the neighbours."my mother says gaining my attention. "Wear something nice."

"Does jeans classify as nice?"I replied hopefully.

She gave me a don't you dare look as she walked away mumbling a "What am I going to do with you."

After she left, I turned to Camden to see him staring at me intently.

Once again. Talk about creepy.
"What?"

He shook his head and made himself comfortable on my desk chair.

"Oh please. Make yourself comfortable. Don't just stand around." I muttered sarcastically as I sat down on my bed.

"What are you still doing here?"I ask really curious.

"You intrigue me."He said.

"I'm glad that I'm a source of entertainment to you."I scoffed."just a minute ago I was infuriating."

He just shrugged as he folded his arms behind his head and stretched himself out.

"So you're having dinner by me tonight."He stated.

"It could be the other neighbours."I pointed out.

"Ethan lives on the other side and he is by us."He explained."Unless you're having dinner by the old couple who lives opposite us."

My nose scrunched up at the thought of having dinner with some old couple who keeps on talking about their lives then constantly forgetting where they are in their speech.

"Besides my parents told me that I was to have dinner with a beautiful 18 year old girl."

Shock overcame my features at his choice of words.  I was mostly shocked at the fact that my parents had just spoken so clearly and calmly  to them.

"I was actually really excited when I heard beautiful, 18 and girl in the same sentence."He said."They made me so hopeful but when I first you, my heart shattered. I thought you'd be beautiful but then again those were just my parents words."

No words could ever describe the emotions I felt at that moment.It was a huge slap in the face.

He could've just called me ugly and get the whole damn thing over with.

I picked up my closest pillow and threw it at him. It would have hit him straight in the face if he hadn't caught it.

Now he chooses to catch something.

Loud laughter erupted throughout my room, Camden nearly tumbling off the chair. I childishly crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes into slits.

"Jerk."I muttered.

His blown laugh gradually became little chuckles as he straightened himself on the chair.

"No but seriously. You're not what I expected."

I raised my eyebrows in question."And what was your expectations?"

In some way I didn't want to hear him insult me while saying that I hadn't reached his expectations at all. But in other way, I was completely curious.

"I expected a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She would have had this annoying high pitched voice. She would also be a complete push over who likes pink, shopping, clothes and make up."He explained."And don't forget that she would give off that easy vibe."

If anything, I do not give off that easy vibe. Nevertheless like pink or any of the other thing he stated.

"So in a nutshell a total snob."I stated.

"Pretty much."He nodded.

I followed his gaze as it travelled all around my room with a blaze of amazement.

"But that's not the case."He whispers softly.

My orbs travelled back to him, my mind absentmindedly absorbing his   good looks. He was sporting a pair of dark jeans that slightly clung to the bottom of his legs. A green v neck perfectly matched up with it, displaying his well built form.

Camden wasn't of those boys who were overly buff. But he was built well enough to say that he spent a good amount of time working out.

Realising that my actions could might as well be described as creepy, I leaned towards my bed. I sat down with a sigh, crossing my legs in a criss-cross manner and fumbled with my thumbs in my lap.

I watched Camden's every movement as he glanced through all the pictures in my room with both amazement and amusement. There were so many he could question me about, and yet he uttered no word.

"I'm quite impressed."I vaguely caught him murmuring.

"About what exactly?"I pressed on.

"For starters, you can catch and throw a ball better than any guy I've ever known. All the while not complaining once about breaking a precious nail."He starts."Then also you're not afraid of water. And from this little sucker in my hand I've gotta say you're one nifty artist."

It had only been that moment that I had realised the sketch pad that he had been skimming through. I watched as he neatly placed it back on my desk, then turned to me.

"What else don't I know about you Ms. Layne?"It was words of true curiosity.

His lips twitched into a miniature smile, awaiting my answer. Camden took a seat at the edge of my bed, both my desk chair and my room completely forgotten.

"What would you like to know about me?"I wondered aloud.

"Anything. "He replied."Anything about you. Just you."

Never had I thought that I'd ever speak to anyone so causally about myself. I told Camden about my love for artistic work. How I had thought that I had been one of the best of singers when I was younger( a mistake on my part).

I told him that I loved to play football. I even told him about my love for the piano. It was in that way that I'd found out about his talent for the guitar. The moment I found out, I was in awe.

"I'd always wanted to play."I informed him.

"Then I'll teach you."

It shocked me. His words. He had offered to teach me to play the guitar. And I was completely dumbstruck.

"I'd really like that."I smiled.

He was a great guy. Something I hadn't expected when I met him.

But it taught me a lesson...

Never assume a personality for another person.

It might be the worst thing anyone could ever do.