The brightness of the sun was what awoke Cam. Her body was sweaty and clinging to last night's clothing. But she wasn't ill, she was hungover. She'd seen similar things happen to others from her school. Sometimes they'd arrive with bloodshot eyes or a fault in their step.
Cam got out of bed and went to clean up in the toilet. When finished, she skipped down the stairs to greet her mother. 'Morning' she chirped. The mother didn't reply. Oh god, Cam thought. She was full of fear and her heart pounded against her chest. Does she know? 'Morning sweetheart'. Cam was relieved to hear her mum speak. If she were to know about last night, it would break her. Clara, whom was the single mum of a beautiful girl called Camaira, was cooking breakfast which consisted of toast and scrambled egg - Cam's favourite. 'Thanks mother'. Clara insisted on manners and good behaviour. Breakfast, lunch and dinner was usually quiet. A quick prayer, that was it.
Only eating the corner of the toast, Cam was full 'I'm going to school, goodbye mother' Cam uttered. Too busy eating, Clara just waved quickly. Disappointed, Cam left. On the way to school, all she could think about was last night. Those black, fiery eyes burning into her. Was he from our school? Maybe, but she would've identified him. Cam shrugged all thought from her head and walked into school. Her first lesson was English and she enjoyed it very much. They were reading 'The kite runner'. Cam loved it, she loved the diverse culture. She stood outside E7 waiting for the rest of her class to arrive. They weren't as appreciative as she was.
During English, Cam saw that there were a lot of absences. It was her and a few goth kids from the drama club. Mrs Inkle, a small polish lady with pointy glasses, read aloud from the book. 'For you, a thousand times over'. Cam smiled. She really wanted someone like that in her life. Someone to care so much about her. It felt like that with the Egyptian boy, like he wanted more out of her. For the rest of the lesson, Cam answered questions that no one else could.
Zach was at school, but had a free period. Usually with the spare time he would go to the school's gym to box. That was his passion. Whenever he boxed, he let out what was stuck inside him. Anger, most of the time. However, he wanted to actually use his time well. That girl at my party, he reminisced. Her body, so curvaceous but what captured him the most was her eyes, they were alluring. She had possessed him, and he was coming for her.
It was lunch and Cam wasn't as hungry as she thought she'd be after french. She bought a pot of grapes and sat gazing at the time. 1:48pm. In the meantime, she did some science homework. Cam adored the subject, her dream was to become a doctor like her dad. Her dad was a Latino man from Mexico, who had a bad family yet he refused to carry on with what they made him do. He moved to London at 18 to carry on his education and that's where he met mum. She was studying textiles and he, medicine. At 27, he was a qualified doctor. Clara informed Cam that they'd celebrated with champagne and making love. Making me, Cam wondered. A few weeks after finding out Clara was pregnant, the father died. When Cam was old enough to understand, she vowed to work as hard as he did. And she was half way there.
Zach partially remembered where Charlotte went to school. But he definitely remembered where she smokes her pot. She told him once when they were hooking up. He was done with her after she got too clingy. But it made him think, if that Cam girl was clingy, would he find it attractive?
When he saw a small group huddled, he knew it was Charlotte. 'Hey' he tapped her on the shoulder, and immediately regretted it when her pink eyes met his. 'Hi' she replied. He felt sick; 'Look I don't want to stay long but I was wondering who that girl was, you know back at mine?' Charlotte laughed for way longer than Zach expected. 'You mean Cam? Yeah she's my age, brown hair, brown eyes, loves science and she's half Latino' Zach was stunned with her answer. He didn't think she'd be that helpful, however he wanted more. 'Thanks but what's her life like?' Charlotte was taken aback by what he had asked. 'How the hell am I supposed to know? Go ask her yourself, she's in the canteen'. Although he was sure he wasn't allowed to go into an unfamiliar school, he didn't care.
Cam was sucked into the world of science, challenging herself to go further into her course booklet. Her grapes were almost gone and she hadn't the strength to get some more. Most of the canteen was empty, so it was almost silent. That was until someone sat on the table with her. She looked up startled to see the same handsome face she had met only yesterday. 'Hi there' his low, raspy voice made her quiver. 'Hi again' she returned. He grinned and looked down at her booklet. 'You like science?' of course he already knew but hearing her say it would give him some sort of accomplishment. 'Very much so' she answered. Cam looked over her shoulder to see lunch was almost over. That didn't stop Zach from scooting closer towards her though. He rested his abnormally sized hand on her thigh, stroking gently. Such a small gesture and Cam's eyes fluttered shut, savouring his touch. 'I'm so glad you came to mine yesterday' he released his had from her thigh to take a grape. Cam glared at him, not because her grape got hijacked but because his touch didn't last.
'That was your house?' she exclaimed. He nodded, taking another grape. 'It was really pretty' she complimented. Zach murmured his thanks then asked 'So, you're Latino?' She nodded slowly, inquisitive to how he knew. But she wouldn't ask, instead she questioned if he were really Egyptian. He was interested in how she knew, because no one knew. Before he could say or do anything else, the bell ran showing Cam to hurry along to Art. 'Sorry, gotta go' she started to pack away.
Zach wasn't going to let her leave him again, she'd done that once and it hurt too much. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a small room that Cam had never known about till now. 'I've always had a thing for brunettes' he whispered in her ear. His cold breath ran down her spine. He kissed her neck and held the hem of her jeans in his fingers. Cam couldn't help but love what he was doing, she pulled at his hair. Inbetween kisses, Zach told her that she was beautiful and she went crimson. She thought he was beautiful too, but didn't dare tell him. Once done, Zach wrote his number on her arm. 'Text me, 8pm. I'll be waiting. If I don't get something, I'm coming to your school again and we're going to have a serious talk' his face held seriousness but his eyes deceived him showing pure lust. And then he just left, leaving Cam to catch her breath.
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