Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Walking In The Day - Pt 4

WitD

"That wasn't so smart, was it?" asked Connor as he fell into step with Kameron after class.

"Shut it," grumbled Kameron, rounding the corner and heading to the newspaper office. "I don't need you tellin...." Kameron snapped her mouth shut, realizing that it wasn't Connor's fault that she'd just put her foot in her own mouth.

"You're not yourself," said Connor. He was a thin young man, curly brown hair and a straggling of what he might call a beard.

"That's the understatement of the year," said Kameron.

"Hey," said Connor, grabbing Kameron's arm lightly and turning her. "Are you okay? If there is something you want to talk about, you can talk to me, you know?"

Kameron tried, without much success, to calm herself. "I'm fine just not feeling like myself."

"Now, that is the understatement of the year," said Connor with a smile. "Look, if you're looking to rebel, that's understandable, but do you mind doing it in a fashion that doesn't leave me one reporter short?"

Kameron ruefully laughed. "Fine, point taken."

Connor herded her into the office, thanking god that he didn't have to deal with women all that often.

WitD

Kameron walked into detention, feeling like she had received a personality transplant for five minutes during English class. It had never happened before, being overridden with someone else's emotions like that before. It was as if Peyton's emotions had rewritten her own. It was a frightening thought.

And an intoxicating one, to get lost inside of someone else's head, even if for just a moment.

Mr. Carpenter, the detention teacher, gave Kameron an odd look, then looking at his student list and realizing that she was on the list.

"Spreading your wings, Miss Ambroise?" asked Mr. Carpenter.

"Something like that, Sir," muttered Kameron sitting down and pulling out a book.

"No books, Kameron, you just get to sit there."

"Are you serious?" snapped Kameron. "I can't do homework? I can't write?"

"Yes, I'm serious, nothing but sit. Ah and here is the second name on the list. Miss Peyton Falke."

"Not a room that sees much action, huh?" asked Peyton. "Hi giggles, seems you and I are destine to be in the same room, at the same time."

Kameron looked away from the seething sexy dark eyed gaze that Peyton gave her, goose bumps rising up on her forearms. Kameron pushed her glasses up her nose again, making sure that the lightly tinted glasses gave nothing away. Peyton sat down at the back of the otherwise empty classroom.

Kameron crossed her arms over the desk, settling her chin on her forearms and let herself drift. Her eyelids fluttered, but not closing, feeling the gentle flow of Peyton's thoughts, and feelings. Pushing them aside, Kameron focused instead on everyone else around her, blocking out Peyton.

Peyton mimicked her pose, staring intently at the back of Kameron's profile; her thick sun-kissed hair shimmered in the lights of the room. A smile crept over Peyton's features, imagining what was hiding under the school uniform. Shapely hips, she certainly looked as if she had strong hands and that was always a plus, thought Peyton.

Mr. Carpenter stood announcing, "I'm going get a few things, I can trust you two?"

Kameron snapped out of her daze and nodded. Peyton didn't move, her eyes settled firmly on Kameron.