Camila's POV
The next day I didn't go to school. I mean, why should I? Nobody would miss me. Even Natalie won't. Even Harry won't. Hm.. Harry. Harry who? The question is still in my head. His smile is still in my head. He is still in my head. Would he notice that I'm not on school? No, he won't. He even don't know who you are Cam, only that you're a weird geek. But I should be proud of it, right? Annabel knocked on my door.
'Yes?' I asked.
'Don't you need to go to school, honey?' Annabel said.
'I'm not going.' I said simply.
'Why not? Can I come in?' She asked.
'I don't want to. Yes, you can.' I stood up from my bed and waited till Annabel came in.
'You must have to go to school, Cam.' She said while she stood by the door.
'No, I'm not going. And you can't make me to. I do what I want.' I said and I felt the tears comming.
Annabel sighed and before she closed the door she said: 'Tomorrow you're going, no matter what.' and she closed the door. I laughed. I'm not going. She can't make me to. She's not my real mum.
I probably felt asleep, because it's already afternoon here. I picked up my phone and I saw that Nat tried to call me 3 times. 'Oh no...' I whispered. She'll probably come here. She's so... She's always worrying about me. Why? Because I'm different. She thinks I can't do things alone, and sometimes it's sweet, really, don't get me wrong. But sometimes it's really annoying. I sighed when the bell rings.
'Cam? It's Nat, can she come or not?' Annabel screams.
'Ofcourse I can, I'm her best friend.' Natalie said before I could say something.
She opened the door and closed when she was in my room.
'Ohmygod Cam! You missed SO much today! And I mean like SO much. By the way that weird guy with that curls or something asked about you and-'
'W-wait, who? Who asked about me?'
'I don't know his name anymore. That guy with curls and green eyes. Harold or something? Yes Harold.'
'Harry. You mean Harry.'
'I don't care about his name. Listen, I've got to tell you SO much about today. Seriously why wasn't you on school today?'
Because everybody hates me. Even you do.
'Oh I just felt tired or something.' I lied.
'But you're comming tomorrow?'
'Yeh, I'll see.' I didn't listen to her story about school today. I thought about Harry. He asked about me? Why would he ask about me? Maybe Nat just didn't listen that good... Yes I think that is it. I mean... Harry asking about me? Haha, never.
'But... Did he really asked about me, Nat?' I asked when she was ready with her story.
'Who? Oh Harry?'
'Yes, Harry.' I nodded.
'Oh yes he did.' She said while rolling her eyes. 'Do you know... You can see that you like him. You can see it in your eyes. If someone says Harry, your eyes are... They're lighting up. That's why that bitch took him in her 'speech' Cam. Your eyes are prettier then. You should talk to him. I know he likes you too.' Natalie whispered.
Wait... what? What did she say? Again, what?
'I-I'm sorry. What?'
'You too should date! Ugh, Camila.'
