Little Talks

.: Chapter Fourteen :.

After a long day, I'm relieved to be home. I go up to my room and lay on my bed. I feel a buzz in my right pocket, and quickly realize it was my phone. I pull it out and see that Cam is GroupTime-calling me. Having nothing better to do, I accept it.

"Hey, what's up?" he says, tired.

He's sitting like he was last time all of us GT-ed. In a swivel chair at his desk. I'm laying like Kita was, on my stomach on my bed.

"Nothing much." I say, my voice somewhat muffled by my cover.

"Yeah, same. I just finished unpacking my backpack."

Neither of us know what to say after that, and Kita isn't here to bring something up, so we're stuck avoiding eye contact with our phones.

"So why'd you call?" I ask.

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"About what? Did something happen?" maybe Jace isn't okay.

"What? No, no. I just wanted to talk to you. About anything, really."

"Oh." I hope I didn't sound too worried.

Cam looks upset, almost as if he can tell I've been thinking of the other guys while he's trying to talk to me.

"So do you have any questions about the group?"

"Uh, yeah. A lot."

"Ask away."

I have to think. I don't know the guys very well, or at all, but I can't think of any questions. I feel like all I need to know is that they like me and I'm friends with them now.

"How did you and Jace become friends?" I ask.

Cam's eyes dart around and he fidgits with his hands, as if thinking through exactly what he's going to say. It takes him a few moments.

"I've known him since first grade." He takes a deep breath. "He was as popular as someone in elementary school could be, and it carried into middle school, until seventh grade. We were only friends because we were on the robotics teams in both schools together. I was a huge nerd throughout middle school, and everyone knew it. Jace only started to really be my friend in seventh grade, he started to make me dress and act the way I do now. Before then I had no friends, but suddenly I was the guy who everyone wanted to say they were friends with. Too bad Jace didn't get that affect too. His popular friends got jealous of the attention I was getting instead of them. He got kicked out of their friend group because he was my friend. From then on, Jace made me go by Cam. Cameron was my old, nerdy, unpopular self. Cam is the nerd who can dress himself, act like a jock, and be called a man-hoe, as he put it."

"Damn I asked for a sentence not a paragraph." I joke. "That was pretty interesting though, I admit."

He chuckles. "Well, we have history."

"I'm assuming you want to hear about Kita too?" He's right.

I nod.

"Kita had been and outcast like me through elementary school, just because he was so introverted, though he was able to make friends in middle school because he was on the track team. He wasn't the best or the worst on the team, and he often found himself in the runner's shadows. In seventh grade he won his first first place medal, but the school newspaper said August, someone who was on the wrestling team, won that medal and, in return, won the meet. That being total BS, Kita left the team halfway through the season and became friends with me and Jace, leaving the jocks."

"There's no way Kita was a jock. He comes across as too smart." -and too nice and peppy, I forgot to add. He's really only threatening when he wants to be.

"Well, he was. He wasn't like a stereotype, but he did hang out with the jocks and do stupid crap with them."

"Damn."

I hear something in the background of his side of the phone, and he quickly glances to his right.

He nervously scratches the back of his head. "Sorry Ali, I got to go. It was nice to talk to you." and my screen goes black.