Crush On You [EDITING]

Chapter One ☼

[ E D I T E D ]

It's the first day of school after the New Year's break. I went through the morning as I usually did on school days. I walked to school today because mom and dad couldn't send me. Too busy, they said. So, I walked lazily on the pavement with a book in my hand. My head was kept down and songs blasting into my ears through the earphones that were connected to my iPod.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and it startled me. I took it out, pulled a side of my earphones off and answered the call. "Who's this?" I asked the person on the other line.

"It's me. Your mom," 

"Oh great. What's up?" I asked her.

"Just call to check on you. Are you alright? I'm sorry you have to walk to school today,"

"Yeah, you might want to get me a car because I've got a driving license already,"

"I'll let your dad know. Okay I've got to go now. I'm glad you're fine," she hung up.

I shoved the hanging side of my earphone into my ear. And I realized that I was in the school ground too. Great. Just great.

I let out a breath and opened the book I was holding from home. I flipped it open and just knew that I was holding a sketch book. I'm not good at drawing, but I always love to draw. Unfortunately, I didn't join the "Art Club" in school or take art class.

The first page was an oak tree drew by me. The oak tree actually exist in our neighbourhood at the park by the lakeside. It's a massive tree and I always adore it. It reminds me of a childhood moment that I loved so much. That tree was the witness to my first violence. I pushed a boy into the lake when I was 5 because he said girls are weak. I proved him wrong.

I flipped to the next page. It was a drawing of roses in a vase. The roses were white. I still remembered it was from a neighbour. She gave it to mom before they moved out to another city. Mom took a good care of it. And the roses were still alive now.

I moved on to the third page. But the book fell off my grip. I looked at the person who bumped into me. His gaze turned to look at something on the ground. I followed his gaze. My sketch book were stained. Stained with coffee. Coffee from a cup. And it belonged to that guy.

"What is wrong with you?!" I asked him. I've never seen this dude before.

"I- I'm sorry. I'm late for..." he trailed off.

"For what?!" I snapped.

"Cameron Hart. First day of school after two weeks of school break and you have started to make a scene early in the morning," 

I turned to face the owner of the voice. Unfortunately, it belongs to the principal. Just a good start for the day. Mr Andrew is our principal. He's friendly and outgoing type but I don't really like him. Rumour has it, he's gay. That's why he haven't got married until now.

"Didn't you saw what he did?!" I asked the principal.

"Yes. I saw. He was walking then he bumped into you. Why? It's not his fault because you're the one whose eyes were on something else,"

I groaned. "Really?! Yeah, be on his side all you want," I bent down and pick my sketch book off the ground. "I'm going,"

Someone pulled my arm, "No. You, Miss Hart. In my office five minutes after the bell," Mr Andrew said to me. "And you, sir. Same goes to you," he said to the boy.

I pulled my arm away and pushed the boy to the side with my shoulder. I ran into the building and headed to my locker. I shoved whatever books I needed into my bag and threw my sketch book into the locker. I shut it close and headed to the cafeteria. The place where I might found my friends.

How many friends I have? Loads. But the closest ones, not so many. At least it's not more than ten. My girl friends include Deb, Didie, Jess, Serena and Gwen. Each one of us has our own speciality.

Deborah Figgs, also known as Deb, is the beauty of our little so-called 'mean girls' group. By the way, we're not mean, I mean not all of them. Just me. I'm the most violent. Back to Deb, she has a nice, massive lips. Every time she smiles, it's like a bow shooting an arrow  to her target.

Diane Jackson, also known as Didie, is a British girl transferred from the UK to here. Her family move out from the UK because his father got promoted a new job here. She joined us since she was ten (she's actually the first member after me). What is her speciality? The beauty she brought from her birth place. She's the smartest among us.

Jessica Clark, also known as Jess, is a good singer among us all. When she opened her mouth and start singing, she can never stop. This girl is gifted with a good voice but every time she stepped on the stage, she got nervous and jumped off it. I don't know why she keep her talent to herself and keep on aching our ears with her voice. Okay, I'm so bad.

Serena Sutton is the type of girl who still play with her dollhouse. Kidding. What I meant was, she love to dress up and make up people a lot. If you wear something that is not right, she'll just stare at you, or if she thinks what you wear is cute, she'll tell you, "Cute outfit,". Trust me, this girl is an honest person.

Gwen Thomas is the kind of girl who likes to play sports. She joined almost every sports club that ever existed in our school. Almost, not all of them. She love them so much and had set her target to join the state club, or something. I don't know. What's special about her? From the girls in our school, they claimed to like her hair and attitude. Attitude? She's the type that don't talk a lot.

I found them in the cafeteria at our usual seat, in the middle of the cafeteria. Even though I would prefer the seat by the window because it's less crowded, they still wanted to put their ass on the chair in the middle of a jungle.

There's nothing I could do but follow them. I sat on an empty seat. Once I set my butt on the seat, they all went quiet. Or maybe it's just my feelings because I still haven't pull out my earphones. So I did. I pulled them off. "What?" I asked them.

Didie answered, "Nothing. It's just that you look so angry,"

Did I? "I don't think it's time for a story-telling competition," I said to her back.

She shrugged and kept her eyes on the book she was reading since I got here. "Don't be that harsh to her," Jess scolded me.

"Whatever. I'm not in a good mood. So please, just leave me alone,"

"Um, FYI, Cam. You're the one who came to us. Not we the ones who came to you," Serena said to me.

"Okay fine. You win," I gave up because I don't have the mood to argue with her in the morning.

The first bell of the day rang and that meant, I have to go to the principal's room. For what? A punishment, obviously. And I don't want to go to History class. I headed to his office. Knocked on the door twice until I heard, "Enter," I opened the door and helped myself in.

The boy who bumped into me earlier this morning was already there. He sat across the principal. "Have a seat, Miss Hart," I took a seat next to the boy without making eye contacts with him.

I don't have a good feeling about this shit. But whatever was coming in my way, I have to face it on my own. Without anyone's help. This is a disaster. I never thought this day would come. Unfortunately, it finally did.

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