Things Change

Moving Forward.

[Camille’s P.O.V.]

I heaved out a large sigh, quietly closing the door behind me. I took two steps forward and stopped. Okay, I’m in the clear.

Two more steps.

Two more.

Two more...

My foot bumped against a small table beside our leather couch, sending the phone flying. It crashed to the ground as I silently cursed at my clumsiness.

“Camille, is that you?”

I couldn’t see her yet, but I knew my mom was waiting for me to come home. I rolled my eyes, picking up the phone and placing it back on the dock.

“Yeah, mom, it’s me.”

I threw my bag on the couch, stomping up the stairs to her room. I leaned on the door frame, watching her watch herself in the mirror.

She was dressed in a navy blue suit (an expensive one, I can tell) with pearl earrings and a matching necklace. Her brown wavy hair, that resembled mine, was pinned up in the neatest bun that you would ever see.

“Where are you going?”

She spun around and frowned at me. She sighed loudly as her arms dangled loosely at her sides.

“Camille, why aren’t you dressed?”

I furrowed my brows in confusion, “For...?”

“The social. You know we have to go to the social at St. Jen’s tonight for your career studies,” she reminded, slightly irritated. Turning back around, she faced the mirror again, toying with anything and everything that wasn’t fit to her standards.

I smacked my forehead, and cursed silently once again. I completely forgot about that with all my studying with Ray.

Ray...

Ray!

“Mom, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot, I was with my study group and--”

“Study group?” she sounded interested, turning around to look at me. A smirk quickly appeared on my face but then left.

“Yeah, we get together and study so we keep our grades up,” I explained. Eh, a little white lie isn’t gonna hurt, right?

“Oh, well that’s fabulous. I’ll let you slide since you were focusing on school work, but please just try to remember these things; they’re important,” she scolded.

Off the hook! Who’s the master? This chick right here!

“Okay, mom. I’ll go get dressed now.”

Before she answered, I left, kicking the door open to my room. I instantly turned on my iPod, playing “Beez In The Trap” by Nicki Minaj.

Undressing myself, I sang along with Nicki, knowing every word. I stepped to my closet, in bra and panties, and searched for my nice dress.

*

[Dominique’s P.O.V.]

“Ahh, Jacob, stop!” I squealed as more of the neon green silly string plastered my face. I laughed as Jacob grinned devilishly while holding the can which was clearly aimed at my face. Even though being hidden behind my hands, somehow he managed to still get silly string on my cheeks.

Little Blexican. >:P

I giggled as I shot back him, landing on the curls in his hair. “Haha, I got the ‘fro!”

He frowned as he lowered the can, stepping towards my bedside and sat down. I laughed as he attempted to pick out the sticky substance entangled in his locks. He sighed in frustration, which only made me laugh even more.