Cliché

Chapter eight

The next day was Saturday, so I decided to spend the night at Max's house.

Sleeping in Max's bed always made me feel so safe even though max slept on his couch I always felt safe and comfortable.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes.

"Come on, wake up sleepy head." A vice above me said.

"Morning Camille," I said rubbing my eyes. I looked over at the couch,to see maxes sheets without him in it.
He often did this he had work on Wednesday and Saturdays.

I looked over at his mom.

"That looks really good," I said looking at the plate of food in her hand. She handed it to me.

"Eat up we're going shopping!"

"Ok I'll be ready in 20," I said laughing at here excitement.
20 minutes later

"What's taking so long!" Camille yelled up to me.

"I can't figure out what to wear!" I yelled. Yes I'm one of those girls.

"Oh dear," Camille said coming into the room.
15 minutes later I had on a skirt and leggings and a nice blouse.

We shopped until 2 and had 30 bags of items. 25 of them were Camille's.

"Well how about Jamie's for lunch" Jamie's was a Italian restaurant aka the place max worked at. We did this once and a while just to go there and embarrass him.

"Of course!" I said laughing.
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"I'll have the chicken Parmesan mmm hold the chicken" I told max closing my menu

"London are you serious," max asked raising his eyebrow.

"Oh are you giving me sass" I said in mock surprise "I might just have to send a complaint to your boss."I said rising to get out of my seat

"Fine fine no chicken with you spaghetti parm," he said writing it down."

"And for you miss?" Max asked turning to his mom.

I looked around as he talked to his mom. My eyes caught the back of a guy his suit looked so nice he must be rich but he didn't look very old in fact,as I leaned forward, he looked almost like...... he turned around and I gasped jerking back caused my hand to slip and I fell to the ground. I landed on my arm and cradled my head I couldn't move for a few seconds.

As I sat there with my eyes closed the whole restaurant went quite. I sat up and rubbed my arm. Max grabbed my hand, repeatedly asking if I was ok. I just nodded and grasped the table edge with my other hand and tried to pull myself up,but all of a sudden my water glass slid across the table and fell right into the middle of my lap.

I looked over and him and saw him watching with interest it didn't look like it but I knew he was up to something. My face was burning with rage and embarrassment. I stood up and wiped the ice off my skirt I ran to the bathroom. Tears started streaming down my face but I couldn't help it.
I wiped them away and entered the bathroom. I started patting myself down with paper towels. I heard the door open and close. I tried to look at who it was but my eyes were too blurry with tears to see clearly so I didn't think much about it.
"Could you please throw these away," I asked. Spreading out the arm with the used paper towels thinking it was Camille. A hand garbed my wrist and took the paper towels.

"Of course," said a male voice. I spun around my eyes meeting his his.

"Alex," I whispered.