Partners By Chance

Chapter 33: I'm looking for Camilla George.

Camilla's outfit above.

Amelia Smith

I stare at the message on my phone screen and read it over and over again.

X.

He or she is crazy.

Unknown: Confront Camilla today. Yes, you are the only person I sent this to.
-X.

I still don't get why Camilla is one of the thirteen people. I thought the next person was going to be Chloe since she's part of our group.... kinda.

I take a deep breath and start walking to the Fashion building. The building is for the people that study Fashion Design, Fashion Tailoring, and Fashion Marketing.

I go into the building and look around. How the hell am I even going to find her?

Oh! Right.

She and Nicole have the same classes. Their exam schedule must be the same.

Shit!

I have no idea about what's going on in Nicole's life right now so I don't know which exam she has.

On Wednesday, I had fun with Jasmine and Ivory. It was their first time meeting each other but they connected and we had a great time.

I see a cute freshman with glasses, softly tapping her foot on the floor by the girls' bathroom. "Hi." I smile at her.

"A-Amelia?" She looks up, stuttering.

"Yeah, what's your name?"

"Chelsea." She replies.

"Um, do you know where I can find Camilla George?"

Her eyes widen in shock of my question.

Everyone knows Camilla and I can't stand each other so it must be surprising for her.

"She's in Ms. Helen's class. It's the fourth door by your right."

"Ok thanks, Chelsea. Did you design that?" I point at the fashion illustration in her hand.

"Yes, it's an African inspired dress."

"I think it's amazing." I compliment.

"Thank you." She smiles.

I smile at her and make my way to the class. I don't even know who Ms. Helen is.

I stand by the door and peep my head inside. Time to face Camilla George. I go in and plaster a fake smile on my face.

"Good morning, Miss ." I greet the person whom I assume is Ms. Helen.

I don't see Camilla.

She raises her head from the desk and smiles at me."Amelia Smith." I don't even know her but she knows me. Well, who doesn't?

"I'm looking for Camilla George. Is she here?"

"Yes, she is in the store."

I hear a squeaking sound and Camilla comes out of the store with a roll of fabric in her hand.

She's wearing a white jacket over a white dress with and black Gucci panty hoes while her blonde hair is tied into a half ponytail.

She looks great.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She glares at me.

"I need to speak with you." I give her a sweet fake smile.