For the next two days, I don't have French, which means that I don't talk to Cameron much.
In our other lessons, he sits at other ends of the classrooms.
I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or upset.
On friday, three days after I first met him, I finally have French. I make a big effort, something I don't usually do.
I put on mascara and line my eyes with eyeliner, which makes my blue eyes stand out.
I pick out a cute outfit-a minidress with flower patterns with sneakers and a denim jacket. I leave my hair natural and loose, with a bow in.
On that day, Alex picks me up because my mom has a meeting for work.
"Hey Alex" I climb into her tiny mini, it literally has room for three people.
"Hey" she says then eyes my outfit. "Well, you look nice. Here I was thinking that we were going to school, but apparently were going to a club or something". She raises an eyebrow.
"Shut up" I say, thinking up a fast lie. "My mom put all my jeans in the washing machine because..they were dirty".
Really? I think to myself, because they were dirty?
"Okay then" Alex jams her sunglasses onto her head, and starts the car and roars down the road at breakneck speed.
I have French first, so I walk straight to my class so in not late.
Why am I doing this? I've never cared before about being late. I've never cared about school in general...so why am I making such an effort?
The bell rings for the start of class and miss Mos lets us into the classroom. As we walk in, I realise I can't see Cameron any where.
Great, if he's not in school today then all of that crap was for nothing.
Annoyed, I throw my bag down and sit moodily on my chair.
"Alright class, settle down". Miss Mos tried to calm everyone down, but everyone carries on talking apart from me.
"Class settle down!" Miss Mos yells, and everyone goes quiet.
"Alright, good, you may sit down now" Miss Mos pointedly looks at my slumped sitting-down figure and I roll my eyes in irritation.
"Open your books to page-" Suddenly the door slams open, showing Cameron standing in the doorway smiling sheepishly.
You literally hear every girl in the class sigh with relief.
"You are late, Cameron" Miss Mos frowns.
"Sorry miss, family problems" he says without a care in the world.
Miss Mos sighs "Well go and sit down then, and hurry up. You've already disrupted our lesson once."
He smirks as strolls over to his desk, next to me.
I find myself blushing, and I don't even know why.
'Control yourself!' I scream at myself, as Cameron sits next to me.
He sighs, "hey Casey".
Im shocked. He remembered my name? Crazy.
"Hey...Cameron" I say slowly.
He chuckles. "I thought we'd already had this conversation. I would have thought you would of remembered my name"
My cheeks burn. " I do, I do! I just forgot it for a moment".
"Right" he smiles at me.
"Cameron! Casey! Are you listening?" Miss Mos screeches. "I'm talking about a very important project you are going to be starting in French. You will be researching the history of French language and be showing a presentation in front of the class. You must do the talking for the presentation only in French."
As Miss Mos' words register with the class we all groan.
Miss Mos always gives the worst projects which basically don't teach the class anything, apart from to hate French more then they already do.
"For this project, you will be put into partners. I will be choosing the pairs, so no girls, you will not be working together" Miss Mos tells two girls who were frantically signalling to each other.
"Aright then, Ali and Morgan....Sophia and Carrie...."
I notice, as Miss Mos picks out the pairs, she mostly puts people that sit next to each other in partners.
So that means, I will probably be seeing a lot more of Cameron. I want myself to get annoyed and upset at this, but I can't stop the small butterflies in my belly going wild.
"...James and Ariana, Nicole and Darren...and Casey and Cameron."
Cameron turns to me and gives me wink, starting the butterflies again.
"You may now have ten minutes to brainstorm some ideas and look through your French history books with your partner." Miss Mos says, and everybody starts talking immediately.
"So" Cameron smirks,running his hand through his perfectly styled hair. "We're partners then".
"No shit Sherlock" my eyes flit to his lips, which of course are perfectly pink and soft.
I look back up at his eyes again, where he is watching me with a bemused expression.
"Aren't you exited?" He angles his eyebrows so that he looks surprised.
"Why would I be exited?" I keep my voice monotone so that he can't read the nervousness in it.
He smirks again and leans in close, making my breath hitch.
"Your exited because your working with me".
"What's so special about you?" I scoff, ignoring the butterflies in my tummy.
He leans back out , grinning. "Don't pretend I'm nothing special to you."
The butterflies speed up, making me breath faster.
I can't even think of a good comeback, I just sit there looking at his blue,blue eyes.
Cameron stops smirking and looks at me properly. His eyes flit down to my lips, and back up again.
Then,suddenly he realises that I'm not going to say anything. His eyes become wider and he bites his lip.
Stop it! I scream at myself, stop looking at him!
I manage to pull my eyes away from his amazing blue ones, and look down at the textbook on my desk.
Shit Casey, why did you do that?
I feel my cheeks go bright red as I run over what just happened in my head.
Why didn't I say something? Oh god, he will think that I like him...
You do like him I tell myself. Yes, but I didn't want him to find out, my inner voice says.
I don't dare look up at him, incase he is staring at me with disgust or some other negative look. I feel so embarrassed, seriously Casey! This have never happened before, I am Casey Waters, the girl who doesn't give a shit about anything. Then Cameron walks in, and even though I've only known him two days, he already means something to me.
"Alright, stop talking to your partners. We're going to practice some present tense words". Miss Mos says, clapping her hands.
It's an unlikely rescue, but at least theres no awkward silence between us any more.
Oh god Casey, what have you done.
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