Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Walking In The Day - Pt 7

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"Kameron," whispered Peyton as she caught a glimpse of the tall Amazonian like classmate. "Geez, you are gorgeous."

Kameron turned as if she'd heard Peyton's whisperings. Kameron froze, the sight of the dark haired, dark eyed beauty took Kameron's breath away. For some reason, Kameron hadn't heard Peyton walking behind her, this wasn't a good thing, not at all, someone who could sneak up on her wasn't someone that she could take lightly.

"Hi," said Kameron oddly. "What are you doing out here?"

Peyton was instantly on the defensiveness. "I can walk if I want to walk, are these your woods? Huh?"

"No," said Kameron softly.

"Then I'll walk here if I want to walk here," said Peyton loudly.

"Ok," answered Kameron. Not letting Peyton know that she'd heard what she'd whispered from 100 feet away. Perhaps that was what was throwing Kameron's instincts off balance, the fact that Peyton was attracted to her. Could it be something as simple as that? Sexual chemistry?

"Fine, I'll be going this way," said Peyton, hitching her thumb and pointing over her shoulder.

"My house is that way, I'll walk with you," said Kameron. "You don't like people, do you?" asked Kameron as she walked towards Peyton. Her smell overwhelmed Kameron. Off kilter, yet again, Kameron wanted to be closer to Peyton, but not scare the young woman off by burying her nose in her neck. "I can tell you're a loner, like me."

Peyton's jaw worked hard. "I used to be the social butterfly. Now, I just want to finish school and leave. I don't like forming close relationships. Why are you an outcast?"

"I'm...I'm....," stammered Kameron. What did she say? How could she say anything? Confess to a stranger what she was? "...just a girl who wants to do the right thing."

"That is the oddest thing I've ever heard anyone say before, what are you, Clark Kent?" asked Peyton.

Kameron, who was now just a few feet from Peyton laughed and blushed. "No. Sometimes though, I think I am."

"Duel identities," snickered Peyton. "Nice. As long as one of the duel identities isn't a serial killer, it's all good."

"It's not so nice, and I'm not a serial killer," admitted Kameron, thinking, at least not in the classic sense of the word. She began to walk, towards her home, and Peyton fell into step with her. "So, what is your deal exactly?"

Peyton grumbled to herself, the breeze that was picking up was whipping around her dark hair. Dark clouds peppered the mountain range before her. "I'm a lot like you, Clark Kent, I have a demon side and a not so demon side."

Kameron laughed, smiling brightly.

"Well, you do smile," said Peyton. Knowing she was flirting but not caring so much as she might have before. Peyton couldn't hide who she was. Kameron made her comfortable. "What made you laugh, in class? That got you detention? What did you do to that teacher? He just let us go? We had an hour to go before being set free."

"All questions that deserve an answer," said Kameron seriously.

They walked silently for a few moments then Peyton said. "So? Answer 'em?"

"I'd love too, but I don't have them, the answers that is. I got the giggles and I think Mr. Carpenter just likes me."

"You are an enigma," stated Peyton. "That was totally quirky what happened."