Be Your Everything

Chapter Ten: Detention? Ugh.

Chapter Ten:

Detention? Ugh.

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My heart rate accelerated when Cameron got closer and closer to me. His arms were outstretched and a smirk was plastered on his face. I had a feeling I looked completely stupid sitting there. My eyes were huge in confusion and I gulped.

Before I could run away from him, Cameron wrapped his strong arms around me and lifted me up over his shoulder. I screamed at first and felt all the blood rush to my face when I realized I had the perfect view of his butt. Well....

"Cameron! Put me down!" I shouted as I pounded my fists on his waist. It wasn't long before he did and I found myself in the middle of the gym floor. A few basketball's were still scattered on the floor and I watched Cameron pick one up. He tossed it right at my head, most likely trying to get me in the face with the ball. My reflexes kicked in when the ball was literally an inch away from my face so my hands caught it.

I peeked at Cameron past the ball and saw him gawking at me. One of his stupid smirks came along and made me drop the ball to rest at my side. I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing he was up to something.

"Let's see how well you can play a game." He told me, shooting the ball in his hands at the basket. I rolled around the rim before falling through the net and bouncing to the floor. Cameron jogged up to get it and put it on the tip of his finger, spinning it around cockily. I rolled my eyes and tossed the ball I had over my shoulders before agreeing to his challenge.

"Your on. First one to 20 wins." I said. Of course, at the time, I never even thought about us having to get back to our next class because by the time Cameron shot the the basket that allowed him to win th game, the tardy bell rang. Kids filled in the gym for their gym class and I about fainted. My French class was on the opposite end of the school and I had less than a minute to get to it. I glanced up at Cameron who I realized still needed to change into his regular clothes.

He dropped the ball in his hands on the floor and darted to the locker room. This was better, in a way, because now he can't gloat to me about how he won. He only won by two points! I had 18 and he got 20 right before the bell rang. I guess I still have a little pizzazz left in me.

I took off down the hallway, walking swiftly to my locker. Not having time to grab the correct books out of my locker, I looped my arm through the strap of my backpack and slammed my locker door shut swiftly.

I caught a glimpse of Cameron dashing out of the gym. He must have me to because he winked and took off down the hall. I blushed and glanced behind me, wondering if that was meant for me.

It totally was.

I am turning into such a girl. Ugh.

I continued down the hall until I reached the door to my French teachers room, Monsieur Parks, and stopped for a moment. He was going to explode. That's what he did to the other kids every time they came in late. You know, I'm always there on time so maybe he'll go easy on me.

I reluctantly knocked on the door and it was opened immediately by a student with the hall pass in there hands. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Monsieur Parks staring at me with his icy cold glare. I mentally groaned and dropped the hand I had knocked with to my side.

"Quel plaisir de vous joindre à nous, Miss Belle." He spoke to me. Of course, being an A+ student in his class, I knew that meant, "How nice of you to join us, Miiss Belle." I gave him an apologetic smile before scurrying to my seat. I was completely aware of all the pairs of eyes on me as I sat down.